Lirik Lagu Bottle Of Humans - Sole
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(Chorus)I've been so many placesIn my life and timeYes, I've sung a lot of songsI've made some bad rhymes
Top of the worldYet I aint never left my head to turn and look backEvery second page is anthemPerfected writ moodIn the perfect world I set the perfect moodAnd in perverted abodes, I claim rogueEnflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression loveChemical imbalanceship, paranoiaMy scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth andThe kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listenMy words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to someCan't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never comeCan't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressureNo aggression, why they've got to learn,if they don't things won't get any betterListenin' to God burn objects of animal animatingin a still life picture of the La Brea tar pitWalking the surface of my red carpetThese are distress signals spanning you and IInversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilizationA galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warmBy burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cessSo, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remainsMy people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawnThis is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belongI'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the restPolice in dead skin, I'm so East,well then why did I end up on the West???Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc.ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankindMore than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movementSo when the chain still smellslike a million dead corpses and kerosene marchingTo burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,run up the damselsTake 'em to the river, now we can spawnThis aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful rideA million bleeding hearts composing prose in bloodTo live and die a thousand times
(Chorus)
Ever been to Hell?This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in incrementsThe infrastructure is deadInstructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,no beggin'No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalkGawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad onesThis isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar HillRight now, your girl is transfixed upon my hipsAnd this is Sole, and we're makin love right now,so I don't need to take her to the hotelThis is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my fleshIt's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal,my whole life's a freestyle setThe Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my headThe universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably deadIt's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snowNow my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever knownIt's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real nameHip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,and hip-hop is a thoroughfareKeep your sights setWhat do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain niggaIt's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirtsThis is the verge, the melting pointWhen your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymoreThis is psychopath, this is psych rapWith violence, violenceMy life is stranded on an island with no foodand beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is leftNo, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttonedWe're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelightschoppin' up keys to break the floodgatesMaybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut upOr maybe this is turntable music,scratch the I's and I'll scratch yoursOr what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I sayDon't take anything literal, out-of-context,just take it for what it isIf you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strongBottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)
(Chorus)
Top of the worldYet I aint never left my head to turn and look backEvery second page is anthemPerfected writ moodIn the perfect world I set the perfect moodAnd in perverted abodes, I claim rogueEnflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression loveChemical imbalanceship, paranoiaMy scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth andThe kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listenMy words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to someCan't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never comeCan't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressureNo aggression, why they've got to learn,if they don't things won't get any betterListenin' to God burn objects of animal animatingin a still life picture of the La Brea tar pitWalking the surface of my red carpetThese are distress signals spanning you and IInversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilizationA galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warmBy burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cessSo, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remainsMy people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawnThis is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belongI'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the restPolice in dead skin, I'm so East,well then why did I end up on the West???Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc.ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankindMore than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movementSo when the chain still smellslike a million dead corpses and kerosene marchingTo burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,run up the damselsTake 'em to the river, now we can spawnThis aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful rideA million bleeding hearts composing prose in bloodTo live and die a thousand times
(Chorus)
Ever been to Hell?This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in incrementsThe infrastructure is deadInstructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,no beggin'No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalkGawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad onesThis isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar HillRight now, your girl is transfixed upon my hipsAnd this is Sole, and we're makin love right now,so I don't need to take her to the hotelThis is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my fleshIt's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal,my whole life's a freestyle setThe Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my headThe universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably deadIt's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snowNow my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever knownIt's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real nameHip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,and hip-hop is a thoroughfareKeep your sights setWhat do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain niggaIt's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirtsThis is the verge, the melting pointWhen your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymoreThis is psychopath, this is psych rapWith violence, violenceMy life is stranded on an island with no foodand beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is leftNo, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttonedWe're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelightschoppin' up keys to break the floodgatesMaybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut upOr maybe this is turntable music,scratch the I's and I'll scratch yoursOr what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I sayDon't take anything literal, out-of-context,just take it for what it isIf you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strongBottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)
(Chorus)
