Monday, November 9, 2009

10. Together


not much time gotta make a move now
you know its artificial without roots underground
second half fourth quarter eighth eighth make way
phonetically superior its in my dna
i live in a city where the lights are bright
but still unnacompanied mics arent safe at night
back it up like theres nothing to see here
but its clear im killin it so im glad you could be here

start back move forward rise up just a little
glide to the side and now back to the middle
dont know if u can call this tangible but i still love it
cuz everyone can feel it but nobody can touch it

cocky when my record rotates like uzumaki
im fresh youre the opposite of raw like yaki
i fuck with your head like sake your styles too common
you cant do shit but wait for me to cool off like ramen
caution my music causes ceisures and it may
not leave you in one piece be careful when it plays
so put the record on and close the case like conan
and when the needle hits make you jump like shonen

yo we could be alone together if youre with me
spread your wings and flap with me flying high over the city
theres nowhere else id rather be than in the I
red handed killing it on the mic all night
a dj and a mic and a soundcheck please
and a crowd and a beat and ive got everything i need
a dj and a mic and a crowd and a beat
in I-O-W-A and i got everything i need

my words hit the road theyre always going places
they always have a point thats called a destination
see thru the connotation straight to the definition
the way my songs hit the streets i put the litter in alliteration
literally im wasting anybody from the basement
up to the top floor i scrape the sky my tape is why
fuck fame is my philosophy I to the O to the W to the A til i die

start back move forward rise up just a little
glide to the side and now back to the middle
taking off blades sharp swinging like a samurai's
sound check sounds fresh straight style of the I

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