Restoring Poetry in Music (RPM) - Poetron
Added: Nov 19, 2008
Author: Shankzilla87
Duration: 3:29
[Verse1]Travel the world aloneSound came in over throneBeats lend me just a vocal toneIll take you to a spot unknownLife is wild and I am a productI've been spacing since I got upOn the moon and chose to light up Every spot and fuck your sight upIts ali zabu writeup hardcore catsthey want to fight usI come back like writers try usI move magic? but they like usBoy to the man not exposed to pimpThey cause sounds exposed to synthWatch where music take me latelyAct like my world make me crazyBaby's carry your loss, maybeWhat makes one man not be, lazyJust cause you crossed lineDoesn't mean you finished nothing hereWe make music in the fleshJust like a wack ass rappers, glare?So back to the core bust to a tourSay something again I've never said beforeOne big world but different sizeAnd were the ones who taught your lifeAnd music is what gives the right to be yourselfNow choke on high![Chorus x2]Pace yourself son (move)At your rhythm (smooth)Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)Swindle hold on (fall)Through the ocean (lost)Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)(Verse2)Back to the world above (huh)Found by the grave you dugLife gets simply so hard all these problemsThat I disregardBack when I was young and farFrom understanding any partI could have made a different markInstead I lost all swift of heartWhen I fell through the line of rhymeSorta like the rock that hikers climbMC's swear theres papers place no wagerAll through life hip hop my majorCulture embracer but the culture sparksBrand new creatorsWe make them slide until they recognizeThat theres no place saferMake points like lasersGive them a billion of the saw??Fuck with your mind at nightAnd you have dwell on this till the day is gonePoetry now is poetron, gonna make it hotTill the cold is goneLike my house when the stove is onYo we gonna rock this on and onYo we brought you in a sessionWhere most rappers will not dwellArt that's imitating life butMaking average assholes, bail[Chorus x2]Pace yourself son (move)At your rhythm (smooth)Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)Swindle hold on (fall)Through the ocean (lost)Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)(Its Poetron x3)
Channel: Music
Tags:
2004
artist
awake
dream
hip
hip-hop
hop
in
jazz
pancea
poetry
r&b
rap
restoring
underground
unsigned
Rating: 4.43 (7 ratings)
Views: 437' favoriteCount='6
Comments: 0
Added: Nov 19, 2008
Author: Shankzilla87
Duration: 3:29
[Verse1]Travel the world aloneSound came in over throneBeats lend me just a vocal toneIll take you to a spot unknownLife is wild and I am a productI've been spacing since I got upOn the moon and chose to light up Every spot and fuck your sight upIts ali zabu writeup hardcore catsthey want to fight usI come back like writers try usI move magic? but they like usBoy to the man not exposed to pimpThey cause sounds exposed to synthWatch where music take me latelyAct like my world make me crazyBaby's carry your loss, maybeWhat makes one man not be, lazyJust cause you crossed lineDoesn't mean you finished nothing hereWe make music in the fleshJust like a wack ass rappers, glare?So back to the core bust to a tourSay something again I've never said beforeOne big world but different sizeAnd were the ones who taught your lifeAnd music is what gives the right to be yourselfNow choke on high![Chorus x2]Pace yourself son (move)At your rhythm (smooth)Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)Swindle hold on (fall)Through the ocean (lost)Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)(Verse2)Back to the world above (huh)Found by the grave you dugLife gets simply so hard all these problemsThat I disregardBack when I was young and farFrom understanding any partI could have made a different markInstead I lost all swift of heartWhen I fell through the line of rhymeSorta like the rock that hikers climbMC's swear theres papers place no wagerAll through life hip hop my majorCulture embracer but the culture sparksBrand new creatorsWe make them slide until they recognizeThat theres no place saferMake points like lasersGive them a billion of the saw??Fuck with your mind at nightAnd you have dwell on this till the day is gonePoetry now is poetron, gonna make it hotTill the cold is goneLike my house when the stove is onYo we gonna rock this on and onYo we brought you in a sessionWhere most rappers will not dwellArt that's imitating life butMaking average assholes, bail[Chorus x2]Pace yourself son (move)At your rhythm (smooth)Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)Swindle hold on (fall)Through the ocean (lost)Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)(Its Poetron x3)
Channel: Music
Tags: 2004 artist awake dream hip hip-hop hop in jazz pancea poetry r&b rap restoring underground unsigned
Rating: 4.43 (7 ratings) Views: 437' favoriteCount='6 Comments: 0
