Riff Knives
Riff Knives - First Round Knock Down songtekst
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Verse 1 (Hempzee#93) Sometimes writing these poems and aiming them towards your dome The rhyme's a knife that slices your most vulnerable zone On a mission to make you listen paint the picture I'm showing As the cut wakes one half kills the part of you that's a clone This Stockholm syndrome is not the one that's globally known This thing that irritates me is the concept of a norm The one that's counting all the numbers of creations that you form Rather than judging the quality of which they perform According to me, that's how jealousy is born Facing indoctrination is standing still in a storm It seems easy when this persona loan grabs you on Now you got something to lean on now you don't got your mom But you don't notice when you've become a prisoner of your own Of course you don't believe you can break free and stand upon With a force inside yours loss of laws can cross the chores all alone This melody's a phone call to take y'all home Verse 2 (Hempzee#93) How many balls in the air u jugglin? Before your artery gone pop dropping pulse and balls up here Appearin to be something you're not thinkin you're hot Thanks a lot to the lot of people equal a spot in the parking lot Meaning stop And chill! Realize what characterizes A good life isn't fully booked calendars it paralyzes To say I'm takin some things slowly for a while there's No reason to be ashamed Those of you with point of view who says so are somewhat deranged Awakes the toxicologist exhorting this extortion 0-8:s get outta this portion of obsession for fortune Delivered daily for all yo to be swallowed Like raw eggs for Balboa before he fought Apollo! The only difference this is the straight opposite Instead of proteins for muscles for brains it's toxic shit! It numbs the functions that used to be chemically fit! Rocky knockdown first round one hit! (Solo) Verse 3 (Gato#92) Ah check it out; Let's spin here for a while and play with the thought that you would Just let it all drop and make a sudden stop half through The never-ending pathway of completion would your brain like Corn go "pop" or could it maybe switch away the frustration? A character based upon how many hits on Google search engine Now think, really think, how you think that it would be to just Rely upon the unruly course of faith and destiny Nothing is set; the stone crumble at the touch as you Proceed in your journey toward this life's highest notch And what if you make it to be that everything That you always dreamed about The dissatisfying image in the mirror suddenly seem to fade out The flaws have all disappeared, and you've arrived at the end of the line The search is over, no more, and all the stars have all aligned But something has got to replace that great powerful source Now that the mission is fulfilled, and the secret is yours But surely wont the satisfaction erase the fact that you still lie awake Thinking am I a person I like, or a person I hate?