yung Kanon
12-07-2006, 02:37 PM
Time for some different shit a look in our minds using music
{verse 1} {yung Kanon}
Is music my life or is my life music itself?
I gotta do this rap shit or I might lose it,I've felt,
So I spew spit and melt the rocks and the hearts of stone,
There's no music in hell,just blocks in the dark alone,
Reap what my heart has sown,but I need pesticide,
The pests are sharp,they groan,God wants to test this guy,
Poisonous like Tsetse flies,they infest the crops,
Only the best be live,the rest in peace rest on spots,
But I make the pests all rot,I done hurt the haters,
And the text's all hot,you can call me the exterminator,
These cats is wack,definition of what hate be,
But I still lack this fact,who will exterminate me?
You can beat the demons without but what of the sins within?
To know what that's about,you gotta learn to sink to swim,
You must know the laws of gravity in order to fly,
My soul claws and grabs at me,I've tasted water that's dry,
When up is down and all of the lesson's reversed,
Just to bust a frown,happy girls shove anti-depressants in purse,
The dimension's twisted around and joy is grief,
Trying to define existence now as i toy with beats,
This boy is deep but then who isn't?
So when i spew writtens,it's a true vision,
Every verse wrecks shit,from the last to the first section,
So i guess your perspective must define your perception.
{verse 2} {the Odin}
Wheres the line between Music and life?words spread in pandemic-pandemonium
Tempted to use this knife? Im poisonous to the industry like epidemics-of-plutonium
Are we Living to die, or dying to live I present Pacs-Paradox-Shit Im scared of clocks
Im spaired-the-shock-It’s good I loan u my illness like kids pared-with-pox
People acting like savages, Im denouncing all acts of blasphemy you infer-to-me
The arsenic ravages, Im pronouncing all who oppose me dead in infirmaries
Drunken words slurred-and-sprayed- Im heard today-Rosetta stone confirmed-in-clay
All vision blurred-and frayed- Im bending backwards for truth snapping my vertebra
Truth appears to be nocturnal- tension is only released upon wisdom of journals
But the soul’s lust for sanctity is what fuels this internal-inferno
Which portrays more conviction? An artistic-page~or Narcistic-Rage?
Tormented minds in a sadistic-cage- Intellect beyond your linguistic-range
Im all for the intellectual spreading of musical arts in Pro-thesis’s
Im ready to provide the flame to mankind, like Prometheus
Knowledge wsted is a sin, like burned books I watch the intuitive-wrot
And if your against my will and cause, I line emcees up in congruent-plots
Take my race and fingerprints into account~I don’t match the descriptions-writ
Throwing enemies into conniption-fits~leave ya more confused when the descriptions-hit
With Confucian convictions-spit-leave ya whole camp with the infliction-to-quit
A taste of Music and Mind
{verse 1} {yung Kanon}
Is music my life or is my life music itself?
I gotta do this rap shit or I might lose it,I've felt,
So I spew spit and melt the rocks and the hearts of stone,
There's no music in hell,just blocks in the dark alone,
Reap what my heart has sown,but I need pesticide,
The pests are sharp,they groan,God wants to test this guy,
Poisonous like Tsetse flies,they infest the crops,
Only the best be live,the rest in peace rest on spots,
But I make the pests all rot,I done hurt the haters,
And the text's all hot,you can call me the exterminator,
These cats is wack,definition of what hate be,
But I still lack this fact,who will exterminate me?
You can beat the demons without but what of the sins within?
To know what that's about,you gotta learn to sink to swim,
You must know the laws of gravity in order to fly,
My soul claws and grabs at me,I've tasted water that's dry,
When up is down and all of the lesson's reversed,
Just to bust a frown,happy girls shove anti-depressants in purse,
The dimension's twisted around and joy is grief,
Trying to define existence now as i toy with beats,
This boy is deep but then who isn't?
So when i spew writtens,it's a true vision,
Every verse wrecks shit,from the last to the first section,
So i guess your perspective must define your perception.
{verse 2} {the Odin}
Wheres the line between Music and life?words spread in pandemic-pandemonium
Tempted to use this knife? Im poisonous to the industry like epidemics-of-plutonium
Are we Living to die, or dying to live I present Pacs-Paradox-Shit Im scared of clocks
Im spaired-the-shock-It’s good I loan u my illness like kids pared-with-pox
People acting like savages, Im denouncing all acts of blasphemy you infer-to-me
The arsenic ravages, Im pronouncing all who oppose me dead in infirmaries
Drunken words slurred-and-sprayed- Im heard today-Rosetta stone confirmed-in-clay
All vision blurred-and frayed- Im bending backwards for truth snapping my vertebra
Truth appears to be nocturnal- tension is only released upon wisdom of journals
But the soul’s lust for sanctity is what fuels this internal-inferno
Which portrays more conviction? An artistic-page~or Narcistic-Rage?
Tormented minds in a sadistic-cage- Intellect beyond your linguistic-range
Im all for the intellectual spreading of musical arts in Pro-thesis’s
Im ready to provide the flame to mankind, like Prometheus
Knowledge wsted is a sin, like burned books I watch the intuitive-wrot
And if your against my will and cause, I line emcees up in congruent-plots
Take my race and fingerprints into account~I don’t match the descriptions-writ
Throwing enemies into conniption-fits~leave ya more confused when the descriptions-hit
With Confucian convictions-spit-leave ya whole camp with the infliction-to-quit
A taste of Music and Mind