Liquid Songtext
von LPG

Man, I can′t write no more, man
It's weird
Used to just come so easy
I gotta find it

I had to shut my eyes and search in the silence
For the once rushing river of words that used to flow rapid
Instead I found puddles that only sprinkle a page
When I′m used to touching a mic and drenching a stage
There used to be a natural spring here, I swear it
Liquified emotion as deep as the ocean

With enough freshness for the world to drink and then some

Enough to quench the thirst of generations to come

Man, did it run dry? I've searched all around


To my left, my right, I looked up and wait, Rock, give me the shovel
I'ma start digging, I figure it′s not gone, maybe it′s just hidden
At the one-foot mark, I started feeling a spark
At two feet deep, I started hearing a beat
By the time I came to three, I knew I was about to be free
And when I got to four, I couldn't feel fatigue no more
Then I came to five and started feeling alive
And at six, I started hearing ′em do DJ tricks
And at seven, I swore I heard 'em laughing in heaven
And at eight, I could smell the cans of Krylon paint

And at nine, I started feeling like it was old times
And at ten, I knew that I′d finally reached the end

I had to retack the heart, replenish the art
Rehydrate the body and the first thing I did was rock a party
I could feel it, it was free flowing again
The dam had been broken to never hold me again
Never slow me again
Now I'm gon′ rain down the whole Earth
And take y'all back to Noah again
Consider yourself warned, better build yourself a boat
I'll flood this whole planet with the songs that I wrote
It′s Likwit


Yeah, that′s, that's, that′s real deal stuff right there
Yeah, but I mean, I mean, man
You listen to cats nowadays, man, and they
They just watered down the whole culture, man
It's like, they talking about
They talking about chains and jewelry
And you know, what kind of car they driving
They think that′s hip-hop, that's not
That′s not hip-hop, man, that's, that's, that′s transportation
That′s, I mean, when I started, man

You just came with your skills and that was it, you know?
I'm not feeling these cats, man, I′m not feeling them at all

I cause waves to crash land on land for sure
Trying to wash away this dry spell hip-hop been in for
Quite some time, but the tears of true heads keep falling
When they cry for real lyrics, what they get is MCs bawling
Claiming they reign supreme, but it must be in they dreams
'Cause only puddles of mediocrity they leave upon the scene
And if prisoners of radio could get out on parole
They′d see the airways packed and stacked with styles stole
Told by some kid on video playing dress-up
'Cause the label told him to memorize some demo

He said, "Yes, sir, massa"

Then watched me slap the ceremony out their master
Half an MC is half a man
And half a man has to have a mic-less hand and a mic-less stand
Scratched the DJ out your cut and replaced it with a band
Through ′bout twenty years span, I've been able to spread my wings

Went from unsigned to signed, my soul while angels sing on dotted line

While y'all couldn′t back into a spine

And couldn′t find no common sense if I had fronted you a dime

The rhymes I kick make the blind watch they step

See me running through your dreams

While you claim you still ain't slept

I make sure your quiet′s kept even if I lose my voice

Rip a rhyme in sign language, this way you'd have no choice

But to feel me, we′d still be battle rapping 'til the night

Falls heavy on the sun and it′s submerged way out of sight
I suppose when I get lost in flows, I got a one-track mind like
All I need is one track to run a fool out in record time
Staying unsigned's like writing without barging into the margin
The bigger your skills get, only then your name enlarging
I find when I get lost in beats, I'm left with writing up a storm
I drown a pad clothed in ink and bust with no fair warn
′Til it come up morn, I do what mic nights can′t see
Incite my windpipe to lay the wack down in a breeze
Then come up Rose Street for she with my coast on Pacific seas

And my Tunnel Rat Gs, it's West Covina on these