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[intro: signor bened*ck the moor]
check it out, huh
huh

[verse: signor bened*ck the moor]
sittin’ in my room, with my mind in the air
eyes so low with a melancholic stare
stare at the ground, while her hands in my hair
wondering “what is the point, when our time is so rare?”
trying to ensnare, the truth of our lives
am i really living, or am i just trying to survive
i fell in love with art, but it seems so contrived
superficially controlled by a need to collide
a need to erode, obsession with death
abstract rope wrapped around both my necks
the one — there were air, and the one with despair
buried deep inside my soul, and it’ll probably stay there
hope i can pay the fare, the ferry on a stix
most likely, traffic gon’ be a real b*tch, but
that’s all right, ’cause i always been patient
probably a result of no one ever relating, so
i started faking, living inside my mind, and
jumping at the first sign of love that i could find
i’m playing like it’s cool, like everything is fine
just waiting for the day when i can shine
but maybe it ain’t coming… f*ck
at least i ain’t bummin’
nothin’ like a trip to the city while all my n*ggas with me
and the sleep deprivation really start to take its toll
dropped out of college cause n*gga, that sh*t gettin’ old, and
besides, i can’t afford, besides, i kinda bored
with the n*ggas that i hear rappin’ bout…
whatever it is they rappin’ bout, i don’t even listen anymore
she said, i’m a old soul, i said, “pull me to shore”
she, took both of my hands and promised me that i’d make it
hopefully, my mind and my soul can escape it
this box that we trapped in, what the f*ck happened?
last thing i remember in my high chair, i was strapped in
[interlude: signor bened*ck the moor & [?]]
don’t look back, eternity isn’t infinite
reality has a beginning, and an end (and an end!)
always has, always will (yeah!)
[*scatting*]

[verse 2: signor bened*ck the moor]
yo, if life is a b*tch please find the cl*t
cater to the unseen, you’ll strike rich real quick
be wary of all of the friends and the nosies you pick
n*ggas are sl!ck when they’re talking that sh*t
and they always were quick, to be jumping on bandwagons
they black dragons with knuckles and pants draggin’
always mad gabbing, and shabby stag cab is mad gabbing
no, n*gga, i really can’t have them
practically stab them with every stanza, i start tandem
a random to the can’t stand on their own fandom
a dandem to their own paradoxical phantom mindscape
all ones and zeds, i’s and o’s, ooh
binaries, ears, eyes, and nose
monochrono trigger blows
all i know is this is who’s false, cannot falsify flows
and the truth may not be easy, but it is simple
in all the world’s race, can it fill up one wise man’s thimble?
the wave of hysteria makes like it’s a symbol on a stand
as a symbol i stand, not a bland, heavy*handed brand, come on
[bridge: signor bened*ck the moor]
that was supposed to happen
ch*ch*check
n0body worry cause the doctor’s here
marrying people who queer
overseer of and destroyer of fear
living a tragic life of madness like i was king lear
aware of everything that you sayin’, i got a king ear
don’t ever call me king, dear
majestic, though i am
i’m always one of the people, believe in treatin’ equal
i say us cause as soon as it’s them
they don’t wanna be outdone or ever beaten again, let’s keep it zen
n0body worry cause the doctor’s here
marrying people who queer
overseer of and destroyer of fear
living a tragic life of madness like i was king lear
aware of everything that you sayin’, i got a king ear
don’t ever call me king, dear
majestic, though i am
i’m always one of the people, believe in treatin’ equal
i say us cause as soon as it’s them
they don’t wanna be outdone or ever beaten again, let’s keep it zen

[verse 3: signor bened*ck the moor]
light ass n*gga born in ’93
what happened to being a kid?
what happened to being free?
free from cage, i like to call responsibility
respond to wanted ads, they got the job at 18
but end up hating the b*tches that think they can own me
if only i knew what exactly was in store
in stores, dreaming of making it to the tropical shore
lyrical and empirical evidence of the score, and for
many moons and many nights
had dreams of escaping the fiendish devil with his many mics
lonely intern, washing the floor without any rights
n*ggas like sixty*somethin’, but can’t afford any bites
for his tummy, i felt bad but sh*t, this sh*t ain’t for me
i was destined to be greater than this—
wonderbread and honey
with this—
money on my mind, music in my soul
just a couple bars and i feel whole
i stay original, but f*ck, you know everyone copies everyone
all my favorite rappers say the same, “what’s in your belly son?”
so i did
sometimes i forget i’m not a kid
sometimes i regret sh*t that i did, and didn’t do
apologize to younger me, i’m sorry that i’m k!lling you
apologize to other sorry rappers that i’m k!lling too
i’m waiting for the day that i tell ‘ye, “n*gga, i’m chilling too”
and he reply, “i’m feeling you”
another yellow n*gga with another f*cking ceiling view
got these other rappers looking up, they get to reeling too
two motherf*cking decades, already read the first page
ready for the next stage, ready for the next stage
read aloud to anybody who’s in it for the money
or said that i should try comedy ’cause i sound funny
f*ck…
i’m going to tell all these other— “good luck”
’cause i’m— and everybody else is stuck
[outro: signor bened*ck the moor]
oow, wow, wow, wow
woah, woah, ooh
wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
wow, wow, wow
wow, wow, wow
[*scatting*]
yeah, cool
i gotta get my guitar on though
[*applause*]
glad you guys liked it

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