Paraphrase Songtext
von CMPND

Feel like I ought to take some time out to work out what′s real

I've spent years in the ville, tryna build on my skill
Was never in it for the clout, I simply spit how I feel
Had my doubts, billing big and sipping styles for the thrill
Been about but never been allowed, kept a couple sinners round
It′s different now, I guess these writtens do heal

Scars I hidden down and figured out but never revealed
And shit's ill where I'm living
From the bits when them spinners loud and
Little hitters crip and crowds grinning
It′s the same old same, chase liquor and women
Lose feelings for the sake of maintaining an image
Waves of the timid, chains and figures we ain′t seen

Spent my late teens, chasing these great scenes
Waving with J's at 18, I couldn′t face me
A slave to my choices, I still spray for the voiceless


Breaking down the hate that left me poisoned
Dose with new sounds and noises
All to recreate the dream that kept me hoisted
Back when I loitered to youth and chasing
And it seems, I keep heading back to where we started
A skunk G, hungry way before I was an artist
Contemplating on, all that I can't part with
And funny thing is me I thought that I was past this (I did)

Shit, I thought that I was past this
I′ll just keep harnessing flows in the face of growing hardships

I rock my sunnies when it's way past
My bedtime, eating off the breadline
Thousands of your heavy bars are worth like ten of mine
I ain′t a gasbag for no reason, ready to blow season
King long and slow as you're committing treason
MCs crack me up like Mr Bean

Actors actually cleaner than Mr Sheen
I pack a cataclysmic bitch instead of next level raps
Me and Bits will snap the crowd's neck when you′re getting foot taps
After that, I′m asking where the shubs at
I'm telling you, telling you couldn′t be in my crew if you could rap

I'm getting a tenner and copping the
Benders and smelling the kush pack

Elegant elephant in the room but a good lad


Check, another futuristic paraphrase
Head up in the hemisphere, boots inside the rave
Inspired and depraved, getting wired with my mates
Flying into space, the messiah in the cage
Check, another futuristic paraphrase
Head up in the hemisphere, boots inside the rave
Inspired and depraved, getting wired with my mates
Flying into space, the messiah in the cage

People move like robots, man are atom atom
Devout and bomb, be decimating Camelot, what
Dropping daisy cutters, while the hare and the tortoise
Are blindly chasing self destruction like fuckwits
Can′t conceptualise the finish line
Life is just a cul-de-sac littered with
Broken glass, pipe dreams and burnt ash
Bonfires of hard earned cash, brought on forgotten nights
Embers of greed start resembling forest fires
So stoke the furnaces, stroke of burnishing

Til the fuse blows, short circuiting
Under the planet with my worthless earthlings
Urgent, plain to see that we seek the turbulence
Perfect, trying not to fit like epileptics

Pissing on pannings just to check the electrics
Working, affirmative, live from the live wire
Jitterbug this crash course called life seems more like a hit and run

I'm sober how I used to feel
I wrote my own sick note, just to prove I′m ill
The crew move super duper musical, no fluke it's skill
Smooth as hoovering on wooden floors and

Took the pill, soon spew puke through your grill
Food for thought, score a mill, won't use the till
Nah, dude I′m chill, buddha and hash news all bill
So get the point, the packet usage like a shooting should kill
So, all that, we all tanks like the lads and that
Cram assault on the facts and the grammar like a shnackle cap
Stamp on tracks like a suicidal passenger
In a city where I′m new to my parameters
Used to what I be doing, you try defining my character
Truly thought you would secretly spewing the bile back at ya

How about that, fassy's frazzled in a sound clash
Shower sat on powder, need a power nap if I can

Check, another futuristic paraphrase
Head up in the hemisphere, boots inside the rave
Inspired and depraved, getting wired with my mates
Flying into space, the messiah in the cage
Check, another futuristic paraphrase
Head up in the hemisphere, boots inside the rave
Inspired and depraved, getting wired with my mates
Flying into space, the messiah in the cage