I never was cryptic by choice but by design I like to write on the lines that rest inbetween the lines I always saw the forest for the trees But never took for granted stolen glances of the branches and the leaves Stayed rooted in the roots no matter how far i flew the coup Lifted up the troops by the boots with some super loops Jack of many friendships but only close to some Spend most my time alone hence the ONE in Cryptic One Found solace in solitude amongst these machines No is eyes but I clearly see the M and E in team Between M and E and enemy rests a fine line I cross it all too often In the course of life and rhyme And time after time Thats just a cog in my machinery No a means to an end.. but finding what that end means to me A question with no answer... but begs to be asked Whats a dance floor without a dancer? Well u can do the math I live in present and own land in the past And Im moving to the future Soon as I can raise the cash Kept my nose to the grindstone in order to sharpen my wit Not to cut corners but to shorten the trip Smart as a whip, my garden of jargon is my bargaining chip Thats just a bit of the crops from the crypt And I dont just find value in these harvested gifts See I find more pure joy when we honor the pits Dark over glitz, thats the place I most comfortably sit A mix of apocalypse split with an optimists twist And I depict conflicts of black and white stitch Bricks fixed by mom n popppa its that black and white mix So grey is the shade of my world as it turns This early bird keeps a tummy full of plump early worms Since i just took it back with an old proven rap Lets back track further to an earlier track and just Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my microphone Zone to the tone of my mic
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