"Rhyme Life" feat. Ruffian & Listener
Hook: Listener
It's tough to find time when you never stop to listen
It's hard to write rhymes when you can't see your vision
You need proof, just lose your eye sight
You need truth, put your ear to my rhyme life
It's tough to find time when you never stop to listen
It's hard to write rhymes when you can't see your vision
You need real, then pull this line tight
You can't feel, just hold my rhyme life
Verse 1: Ruffian
Barriers and cages, chains and shackles
Aim for the axle and shut down this area that hate us
I been accused and enslaved on slave ships for what they made it
Trapped in a tomb, with low self-esteem and couldn't move
Someone help me please I'm coming through
Blind-folded and hand-cuffed
Until I stuck my chest out and manned up
Script the script and format the format
I lift my lips and put my voice where the Lord at
And demand love so they can hate me
God's been writing ever song that I'm making lately
So go ahead and get your bread and lose your talent
You're over-said and under-wrote, what you do ain’t balanced
And I'm equivalent on both sides when I'm giving it my whole nine
Your soul lies and mine it stands up
A soldier for the Lord, my pen is the boulder to the board
Catapult my thoughts to the sky and when I land bruh
You feel like you was caught in a lie, more like salt in the eye
You got to lose your sight to realize (to realize what?)
What's real and what's real lies
Hook:
Verse 2: Cas Metah
Gather around the black line horizon scattered about
Stare at my bare, blank background
Soon to be consumed with the matter that looms within cocoons
Until the butters fly, flutter high above the sky in deep space
Then deflate to deep sea dive and flood your mind
With flats and sharps as I attack the sharks
Attempting to nibble at the rhythm
Scripted with intricate precision in arpeggio patterns as if I should be flattered
But actually I'm feeling rather flattened
Tattered, tainted by the quaint queries hearing your leery theories
Layered with blanketed statements
Face invaded with teary optics, how eerily ironic
'Cause I thought that I could steer clear of problems like this
But somehow I got them and now my house is haunted
By clouds of blurred perception
Ready to form precipitation any second
But since I'm not the one to reflect upon negative
Let me reiterate to say thanks for helping wash the sleep out of my eyes
You're so graciously kind
I apologize for not finding more time to be blind
So I'll stroke the chords and write more songs in the key of rhyme life
Hook:
Verse 3: Listener
Now I have no qualms with the folks that test themselves
As if they get enjoyment from knowing when they should stop and check their health
I live music, I am the rhyme
I have a beat that is my life, my heart pumps breaks throughout the night
The rhyme in my lung fills voids with every verse
And the snare in my spine cracks every time it's like a curse
My health is fragmented, spacey for all to sample
Dismantle heads and hang them high above my mantle
Rap songs to me is like listening to candles
All bright and flickering to the wind providing only temporary light
And in the end it never handles the currents
And gets snuffed out by it's own melted foundation
I've done too many raps, my own brain disowns half of them
And the few that I dig scream when I say I'm their father
Even though they know I'm the only one rapping them
Is it because I'm saying the things that everyone wishes they could but don't
Because they try so hard to write a hit that so far hasn't hit
And to me that's a limit and I'm sorry you chosen to lock yourself up like that
Bridge:
**Scratching "'Cause I was born with a talent to rhyme"