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Rap Music, Hold Me Down
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Tied to words an admissions from all the stories been written on how to conquer
Rule of the blotted monsters, we live in a dotted margin
And maintain creation on em, daily attrition honored
Afflicted imagination we close to abbreviating
Most people don’t get to fade em, a page in all of the letters
Make it part of the get up
Just a quirk of the system, I jotted down in a written
This for the people who listen and all the others who get it
On the one I been with it, and if it’s true I’m the nigga who putting on for the city
Never liked it but it’s a part of my psyche, it’s sticking to people like me
Original operations and Do It Yourself basics
Aint got it from wealth, racing till out my depth
Patience is part of the cleft deafening urgency reps
Pestering for your lament, labeling one of the sins
Sitting on top of trends while picking the weakest of them
It’s such a shame (such a shame)
(But all I ask..)
All I ask is rap music hold me down
Till the day I’m bitter, and none the posers gon be kicking it wit us
Rap music hold me down
You been one of the realest and even I’m an idealist when it comes to
Rap music, holding me down
I’m a fan of your lyrics, and it only took a couple of listens
When rap music held me down, I took the stage for a moment
No one was giving me trophies, I’m tripping over the hope we make it big
Creative cardinal sin, but I’m learning it’s more to this
Finishing up a hit but embarrassed to show it off
Let it go with a scoff, my aggression in conflict with my discretion
And honestly I was tepid, intimidated by failing
But really, there was no bailing, I’m leaning off of a scale
Infatuation for real, I fell in love with the bells and whistles
Rhyming’s an issue you push for progress with hopes that you get it farther
Based in being a martyr but closer to table caters
Cause making it on the Fader ain’t feeding too much but ego
You’re monumental to people, and appreciated tho
We cooking up something dope, and then all I can do is hope that you like it
That’s the part that’s exciting & at the same time I spite it
But fuck it I’m just a rapper who puts his heart in a package to let it go
You feel me tho..
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It’s a, murder in maxfield I’m not trapped, still tacked to wack thrills
Unknown to the same trap/deal and folks that’s tryna pay bills
In ill will but question your morality for bills, you fucking shill
Can’t live off sifting papers that take up most of my make up
Frustrating or nigh elated at the dues to escape it
The same old food is degrading monotonous
But never thought of tryin this, I’m eyeing shit
Jealousy is on the border of a creek, I’ve never thought a power creep
I found his death so eerie, seeking for an answer that’s cancer
Fuck the discretion, that nigga gon learn his lesson
Stop stressing, we only looking for a blessing
That’s innocent, conspire wit inner kids inspiring a vivid lens
That’s different, shit maybe I’m the one tripping
Inflicting on my own bliss, see that’s the scorch of a sister
Cauterize your perception, they melt my eyes in a second
I’ve shredded mine, I can’t stand to look at my lies
The guilt just fades over time, just gotta fall in a line
And brawl it out sometimes, can’t break some bread without wine
Can’t face my demons when sober, it’s in my mind where I dope up
And often gotten so choked up I hope to take it easy
Graced wit lenience
Take the scenic or thug it out for the season
We specialist for a reason, getting it off the green
Meaning I’m just a weed in the system, you break me down for a reason
But you could never appease me
It’s a, murder in maxfield im not trapped still, back to wack thrills
Attack on the same mind scratch that drove them other people mad
I don’t observe it all as bad but what’s perspective
When everything is reflective and all the people can beckon
Start moving a bit more reckless with ideas I often reckon
Would push me off an elective, desire’s always electric
A shocking new realization, I pushed it off as the day went
I’d lose it as long earth spin, a trend, that often carry me
Fairly lean on the people that bury leads, bare to me
Buying the bullshit that an Angel can’t dare to speak
Take a peek, I only piss off people that care for me
On top of the pulpit as long as these words can cherish me
I’m on top of the pulpit as long as I invoke kerosene
I’m on top of the pulpit as long as I even dare to speak
Chalking up bullshit in all these words I laid on a beat
Talking up cool shit, that’s if the mic is still hearing me
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