Whats the tone? Do you feel it in the hum? Incinerate the in between, finger and thumb Move that pen with the stroke of a confident man I just write what I feel, be accomplishment damned Now seven years in, felt eternity pass by Some still pretend to see, like sporting a glass eye Battles, shows, flow, Whose Rhyme Is It Anyway Barely made gas money, played like a Penny fade I figure for a legacy, they might say Bastard Followed by Yuga, then Rapper, Cracker Helped build some artists, myself is included Played defendant and the judge, and adjudicated Judas Turned from didnt do shit, to plotting a movement And made a couple dollars out of handful of two cents Bar after bar, I question if I can stop And if Ill look back bitter or with reverence and stock This is finding Syd Barrett, skitzed ,talking to God With Brian Wilson side him making music from clocks That fine line skated tween obsession and delusion Expending all your fluids, fiending for infusion
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