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04-27-04, 08:21 PM | #1 | |||||
The Epitome Of Greatness
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how it is
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Every day I wake up, the stakes up Look in the mirror face up What do I see…I bright young seed born to underachieve My heart bleeds in need of the past to be retrieved So overcome with greed…at eighteen, had the fully equipped GT But how Grand Am I? Worried about the fly Pontiac So I become an insomniac…the world don’t want me back See us kids wit chronic sacks and wonder why we rap Eyes shut to see the rhyme react quicker than Sly could jab On this Rocky journey open wide this scab Heals oddly fast when this mic I grab So I try to leave behind the past Slow down instead of driving fast Surprised I crashed, my mind whip lashed Swerving through these winding paths as I die at last The light I saw was a blinding flash worse than the brightest Kodak What a moment, I go back in my mind I own it Thrown back in my face, put back in my place Evidence, no lack in the trace…the Lord picked up the pace Even after I’d spit in his face and sent my life to waste I was resurrected in light of his grace I like it, it’s great, life to appreciate…In spite of the previous pain I’ve attained a serious gain. Hook: 1x I was cross-eyed, now I see straight I had raw pride, now I feel pain Lost prize, now I regained Gotta live this motion picture by each frame Before the bones collapse in my weak frame Verse 2: It’s like I’m back on track in the right direction Waiting for the light to turn green in the intersection But every time I move forward, I crash right into self-destruction My navigational map begins to malfunction Before I know it, I’m back in this everlasting dungeon No escape from the pungent smell of agony amongst it I need a bag to punch it, A stash to smoke it At last I’m open I’m trashed n float-n-right back to square one This blue pen is my flare gun See my message in the glare of the bare sun Pass it down to ya grandsons Mistakes made there to learn from Yea, a job’ll make ya earn some But education is key to this competitive nature You’ll see if you test it and prosper Elevate ya mental without the head spin like helicopters Sell it proper and don’t begin sellin the ganja Just a reminder from the voice behind ya Trouble will find ya if ya not strong enough minded I’ve tried it, my life it’s…. Hook: 1x fucked up, no matter how hard I try to fix it It gets better to worse faster than I can switch it fucked up, I’ve tried reactin’ tough but quitted and went back to bytchin I’m basked in blood now, my wrists slit…they said I was gifted Verse 3: It’s funny how this cycle revolves I’ve yet to see any problems resolved Mixed feelings, emotions is raw Three entirely different hooks I wrote for this song I know it looks wrong Consistency is so tough to prolong I extend my reach to those who not strong We all in the same boat I’ve presented the good and bad in this song Cemented my soul to the roll of the underdog A runt so small able to scare an entire jungle off Let your thoughts be heard, take the muzzle off Let it spin in the air like summersaults Strike the target like thunder bolts Achieve progress, then pressure falls Don’t blame personal mistakes on others faults When shyt goes well, friends’ll call Look out for ya self before you end it all Keep extremes to a minimum The solution is balance between optimal and minimal Conscious and subliminal…tragic and comical Crucial and marginal, the list is eternal Let your mind be a pen and expand the journal Or feel the tingle as your soul burns in the inferno Hook: 1x I’ve succeeded, I found the median Chances repeated, I found the meaning in obedience Succeeding is accomplishing, though not immediate I’ve risen to advanced and surpassed the intermediate ~1~
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