If swagger is to highly intimidate,
Call me contrary to procreate.
My rhythm beats on solid bass drum-
It's the beat in which the kids succumb-
dumbstruck on the low pounding in the back-
Lyrically insane but the beat's got you buying the track.
Touch me once and you take a trip to wonderland.
No later you'll know it like the back of your hand.
My lovers who dress in rags can spit.
But it's not enough to make me quit.
I walk down face strong on the sideline
And I'm to complex for you to define.
So try as may, and walk with a beat everyone owns.
I'm in a room up to the top with nothing but clones.
So I'ma hit the bass drum as loud as your heart beat,
Making you dance hot in the cold and shivering in heat.
'Cuz I'm just so concrete, a standard level you'll never meet.
Ever wonder what makes a men dope ?
I'd tell you if it was fair so you don't gotta cope.
Play the song everyone knows
'cuz everyone gets scared.
But I'ma sing the drumline no one ever dared.
I'm not conceited I'm confident-
It's my personal show that I represent,
hate if you must it feels good to know-
I've come to laugh so put on a show.
I make your mind shoot up to the stars,
Got you so far up you can see mars-
And when you come back it's gonna leave scars.
So take a souvenir cuz your gonna miss it bad.
And you'll never forget cuz I'm just that rad.
Don't go too far into walking like you own something,
Don't go talking like there's any in your head you can bring-
If ya do I'll be sure beat the bass so hard it'd slice you like a dagger.
Swallow your pride if you know what's good fer ya'
Cuz when I take you up to the stars, your gonna remember
that cosmic swagger.
Biotch.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Jul 04, 2009 @ 04:44am · 1 Comments |
