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Escape The Beat [Feat.] Word Definate & Formula
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Escape The Beat [Feat] Word Definate & Formula [ELEETE] Trapped in the confinement of my mind I struggle to find... Illusion and reality...tightly grip the pen and draw the line... Because when time stops...an remains idle in this state... Impatiently I wait, watch the clock an wait for it to break... As the hour glass binds my mental state through sound... I quickly pace through crowds to escape this round... Now lost in thoughts trail...I’m running from insanity... I panic frantically...As my breath begins to fade rapidly... My lung capacity can’t tolerate...There’s no hope to escape... Confused in a daze...I try to separate the real from the fake... As I continue to break...Through my fingers my fate slips away... I can’t help but obey the calling that leads me to betray… Myself an portray someone else…Which isn’t me… An deliberately easily fall victim like a fiend to the heat… As my knees hit the cold concrete…I give-in in defeat… “What do you want from me!” I turn to the streets an plead… As my retreat’s complete…I face him an eye to eye we meet… He speaks “Now Eleete, you really didn’t think you could escape the beat?” [Word Definate] Paranoia sets in, I’m glancing over my shoulders, The chill bumps grow colder As my stepping stones are substitute with boulders. Sitting behind stacked folders of written collaborations, While my gifted imaginations Conjuring a presence that’s in every way non-evasive. Shaken, I sit non-complacent holding this pen And boldly listen To the sound with the mission to cause indecision Within my thoughts of what to do next. Too perplexed, I lock every door and fasten every window While massive innuendo Tells me there more to this elapsed scenario. Very slow with my elbow, I tap the closet, "Fuck, have I lost it?!", I storm to the sink to wet my face and in attempt, snap the faucet. Within the allotted time, I secure the water line, Taking this nautical sign To return to my desk and in turn relinquish prodicle lines. While jotting rhymes, I notice the fear is passing, Its end is near my grasping And appears to be geared on the ink that’s everlasting. The last thing I’ll ever do...is let the past repeat, You’ll never catch me Because while I’m writing...I’m escaping the beat... [Formula] Breath’s on short notice, starting to lose focus Microphone static backfires.. ... And pounds my ears like fresh grenades broken Even when I’m floating, I’m trying to hide But it seeks and finds me - burns inside like oxide It’ll crawl in my head and die - just to punish me Taunt my mind until I lose peace, need to refurnish B Nourish me - Please - let me flourish and be free Believe the saying.. .. Some things stay w/ you forever and a day and.. .. What I’m relaying to you is delaying - pause - gasp Relax - smoke - relapse - choked up - I doped up too fast But it’s still there! - I cannot smoke away the problem There’s no solvent, so I’m looking at rock bottom Running - weave - Stunning – Can’t Receive A map for an escape route so it’s there permanently Churning within me - butterflies of a different kind Spirit confides over time and I’m left w/ an empty mind Empty? Wait – Something’s still trying to live And I don’t want it to keep breathing! ... But blood’s receding and I just can’t give My all in this fight, throw down the mic, knuckle up My buckle’s fucked, for this ride I have to use subtle touch Not be too pushy - or it will attack all organs w/ such a vibe That my body will pulsate and shake uncontrollably like wire’s live.. When you just graze them - I fall down, call out loud "CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME GET THIS OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD?" I expect someone - but instead get nothing less than silence.. .. Is everybody dead ? It’s finally caught up to me - invisible but holding paper and pen My head nods - but I try to spin around and move my feet again But I trip, and the utensil gets gripped in my hand.. .. I lay on the street I’m no longer man.. Admitted Defeat.. Just an instrument – music’s tool - haunted by the beat |
it was good i liked it keep it comin..........................
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I peeped this at TRP. It was good but similar to what they said you all didnt focus on the same angle. This was dope tho my man and I particualr enjoyed your rhyme scheme
An deliberately easily fall victim like a fiend to the heat… As my knees hit the cold concrete…I give-in in defeat… “What do you want from me!” I turn to the streets an plead… As my retreat’s complete…I face him an eye to eye we meet… He speaks “Now Eleete, you really didn’t think you could escape the beat?” as for word... Paranoia sets in, I’m glancing over my shoulders, The chill bumps grow colder As my stepping stones are substitute with boulders. ^nice line Forumlae was pretty dope too... It’ll crawl in my head and die - just to punish me Taunt my mind until I lose peace, need to refurnish B Nourish me - Please - let me flourish and be free This to me is definately collab of the month. Great work |
Well as you see we werent tryin for the same thing in this...It was our own interpretation you feel me? But thanks Apo
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i'm not feeling any of the verses all verses were pretty choppy to me
no one really stayed on the topic |
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Well Baron we werent all goin for the what the subject meant...it was interpretation of what we wanted it to be...but its coo...thanks... |
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