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11-13-03, 02:03 AM | #1 | |
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Rap Magnetism
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Aisle 5 - Don't Push Me
Handcuffs - Look!! LM feat. Executive - We Livin' In A Hell This is my second open mic.... it's a tad secretive, hides alot of things... it's about how i got into the rap game, and what effect it's had on me, how it has changed my life.... i felt i needed to write this cos i've been going through alot of shit recently, and rap has been something that has changed my life for good and bad... i also took on a different flow in this piece to what i usually do.... all feedback is appreciated..... peace I was just a little kid, presented with a rap tape The swearin' was my fave bit, resentment to that fate Would soon arise, years after my neighbour came round Like the moon in the sky, what I heard was truth in my eyes When I inserted the tape, it meant I flirted with fate And it played on my weak points, like a blade to my knee-joints I was instantly hooked, but slowly became blistered and shook It was just musical fun, never thought of choosin' to run Away from it, while I still had a possible chance Of escapin' unscathed from it before the obstacled path Formed in front of me, further on in my reality flight Before the storm could thunder me, before the hordes hunted me The legions of spirits that would speak in the lyrics In secretive whispers to a once appreciative listener Me, I eventually turned to detrimentally burn By spittin' the same ill rhymes I once used to kill time Grown on the image of the streets, a vision of fame Was implanted through the beats into a listener's brain A sudden decision was made, I wanted to speak my mind I want to have risen to fame, but I envisioned the chains Instead, that bound my thoughts, thanks to the surround sound I bought There's more anger to see, somehow their pain was transfered to me Now I use these rhymes to help relax and infuse my mind With a false image of peace I was never privelleged to keep It would always end, right after the fuckin' music stopped The way this dark hallway bends, I really think I'm lost Life is tragic, and I don't think it's gettin' better The mic's a habit, but I feel small like a rabbit Always seekin' asylum while life strings like a violin Swirves off the only safe course like a wrongly played chord Now I'm lost in the bushes, mentally squashed like a cushion On a road to no where, it's hard to breathe this cold air So I use rap for release, but I still see blacked out visions What attracted me to this? It's rap magnetism |
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