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[Verse 1 - Blueprint]
I donât let the drums dictate the way what I spit/lay
Or if the rhythm of itâs what makes it great
I listen to it, then when I hit play
My mind drifts into a place 50 years away
I see what wouldâve been, if I let the pen lay:
The old me got so many things to say
But nobody listens âcause his beard is grey
So he tells me to get back here and seize the day!
See⦠I donât need peace & quiet
I really donât like it, it really ainât the way
Cool concept, but hardly inspiring
When peace is the only thing you see every day
Now I donât think we need riots
Or all types of violence, for things to be okay
But in terms of environment, we need something to fight against
âcause most great art canât exist without pain!
Cut off your own ear if it gets you to paint
Tell us that you do it for the people that hate
Canât enjoy the sun unless you sit through the rain
Again: most great art canât exist without pain!
Mary J. Blige, Billie Holiday
Charlie Parker, John Coltrane
Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain
Roger Troutman, Marvin Gaye
See? You ainât got nothing to save
âcause everything about you is safe
You live in the prettiest place
Rivers and lakes, makinâ serious cake
You talkinâ, but I ainât hearinâ them thangs
Sleepwalkinâ, you ainât even really awake
Too often, this is how you spend all your days
If this really the case, then itâs really a race
And maybe thatâs why I canât fuck with you
You too comfortable, you too huxtable
Police donât even fuck with you
You ainât seeinâ âem leavinâ people bleedinâ right in front of you
All I see is white T-s, and popped collars
Pitbulls and rottweilers
People who ainât got options
Might as well keep the block poppin!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Wrekonize]
Yeah⦠Ha!
I couldâve changed a life, couldâve prevented one
The way it ended up, I must say Iâve regretted some
They said I meant you wrong, and now my head is numb
I know I walked the line, but never did I pretend to run
I wrote this verse in blood, Iâm drinkinâ Heavenâs rum
Hoping the Armageddon comes, Iâm itâs second son!
You quoted words of mine and truly as that record spun
I heard the devil hum those melodies Iâve been affected from!
It leaves me breathless, empty lungs
Senseless, head is but a vessel for the medicine!
I spit pain, backflippinâ off of rebelâs tongue
Negative and never fond, this Netherworld has severed some
And when itâs all said and records done
You see I make sure to reflect the one emotion most would never strum
I like my mirror with cracks, donât ever change
âcause most great art canât exist without pain!
[Hook]