Saint
03-14-2024, 09:59 PM
Mr Blunts week of February 18th to February 25th, 2006
H.Notik
many thoughts...one goal.
step in the light…
Grab moons, ingesting the night with infections of fright
Investing the time to infest in my mind, its bad news…
That my conception of rhyme resembles deception of life
…Aggressions tempt weapons yet my pen is ample with pride
Yelling STAND UP AND STRIDE
Cuz every man up's an dies, before they live life and glare at the sky
And began to realize their lives through real eyes, picture real lies
Listen…we feel fine, but I've noticed my opus is well unknown it's
The motion of movement social improvement that's left open…
So my vocals are boasting roller like coasting over my mental…
Focused explosions produced in molten lava snapping sinews
The master I give you…sudden shatters of laughter I rip through
Beheading rappers tearing after battle such dramatical issues…
I'm above the planet like a supernova - blast you with missiles
Your styles like putrid vomit so I swing comets like nun chucks
And wipe the floor with your behind kid it's kind of wild and unjust
How I can kick pure knowledge in battle, walk away silent'n untouched
But…
All I need is my health, dreams'n meaningful wealth
I gives a fuck about a dollar if I don't earn it myself
Gimme a bag of that good green rolling fattys that do seem
The size of a mountain we stuffin dutches and woods, please
All this world needs is me – a true MC with a dream
Or maybe a law or two providing safe days in the bean
so if I could only hold, the power to save minds
I'd save lives, erase time'n watch my family's graves rise…
My days fine, but this urge to elevate is all I want
Cuz I normally rock crowds but cant stand when they yell'n taunt
That's not me – hot frees and writtens I produce
Leaves you needing some say feenin' for the music in my booth
So I Ask you…
Can I take this rhyme; grab some paper and pens
Ink my vision with precision till my days are at end
Drop confessions not contested aint no stopping my pride
These thoughts manifest from song my family provides
We aim at the sky blaring ‘I don't care if I die'
Strike me down with lighting mothafucka aint no tears when I cry
No cares when ride - 100 miles per hour with no air in my tires
Crash into a mothafucking wall just cuz you dared me to try
I've glared at my life, it's kinda sad but I've managed with mine
No fear in my kind I kept it moving through years full'a lies
I'll say it again – my hands were tied and a cage I was in
Till I patched the chip on my shoulder'n changed the subject
So here it goes – my last chance before there crackin' the whip
It's a 9 to 5 grind worth a couple hours of shit
And I know my daily life needs to be focused on music
I really do have a lot of options…I'm just hopin' I use'em...
H.Notik
many thoughts...one goal.
step in the light…
Grab moons, ingesting the night with infections of fright
Investing the time to infest in my mind, its bad news…
That my conception of rhyme resembles deception of life
…Aggressions tempt weapons yet my pen is ample with pride
Yelling STAND UP AND STRIDE
Cuz every man up's an dies, before they live life and glare at the sky
And began to realize their lives through real eyes, picture real lies
Listen…we feel fine, but I've noticed my opus is well unknown it's
The motion of movement social improvement that's left open…
So my vocals are boasting roller like coasting over my mental…
Focused explosions produced in molten lava snapping sinews
The master I give you…sudden shatters of laughter I rip through
Beheading rappers tearing after battle such dramatical issues…
I'm above the planet like a supernova - blast you with missiles
Your styles like putrid vomit so I swing comets like nun chucks
And wipe the floor with your behind kid it's kind of wild and unjust
How I can kick pure knowledge in battle, walk away silent'n untouched
But…
All I need is my health, dreams'n meaningful wealth
I gives a fuck about a dollar if I don't earn it myself
Gimme a bag of that good green rolling fattys that do seem
The size of a mountain we stuffin dutches and woods, please
All this world needs is me – a true MC with a dream
Or maybe a law or two providing safe days in the bean
so if I could only hold, the power to save minds
I'd save lives, erase time'n watch my family's graves rise…
My days fine, but this urge to elevate is all I want
Cuz I normally rock crowds but cant stand when they yell'n taunt
That's not me – hot frees and writtens I produce
Leaves you needing some say feenin' for the music in my booth
So I Ask you…
Can I take this rhyme; grab some paper and pens
Ink my vision with precision till my days are at end
Drop confessions not contested aint no stopping my pride
These thoughts manifest from song my family provides
We aim at the sky blaring ‘I don't care if I die'
Strike me down with lighting mothafucka aint no tears when I cry
No cares when ride - 100 miles per hour with no air in my tires
Crash into a mothafucking wall just cuz you dared me to try
I've glared at my life, it's kinda sad but I've managed with mine
No fear in my kind I kept it moving through years full'a lies
I'll say it again – my hands were tied and a cage I was in
Till I patched the chip on my shoulder'n changed the subject
So here it goes – my last chance before there crackin' the whip
It's a 9 to 5 grind worth a couple hours of shit
And I know my daily life needs to be focused on music
I really do have a lot of options…I'm just hopin' I use'em...