basically... the cut 'my poetry's a penatentury' birthed the whole concept of this track - the idea of being boxed into a prison of what hip hop wants us to be, creatively....
PRO:
conformed for too long | --> i want to move on
reinvent myself / new artist / new song
i'm too gone to form a true bond
with bars of who's hardest | stop! | Time for evolUTION
attract the guard from a far with a fake heart attack
stole his keys left him hand cuffed with holler back
Get our personas back! uttered the guard from his back
before he drown himself in cognac | 8
sprung from my cell, but the prison is huge ->
The Source of which is corrupting oblivious youth -->
Try to focus through the maze | just picture to the booth
but my visions confused | i'm seeing women and shoes
i block it out | but ringtone of walk it out knocked me out
woke up, like fuck! whats the radio is talkin bout?
dropped my jaw to the floor | staring in awe -->
as people looted crazy 'til the city was poor
LEARIC:
Locked up with language that's been strangled and mangled
I lie here with manacled ankles
I start to feel like a mannequin standstill
I panic and chant random slang until I'm a fans' thrill
Man's will makes him rise above
Those who try to hold him down in the tides and floods
The guards keep order watchfully
So that we don't grow a brain and start choosing a philosophy
I'm confined to my day and my time
Held responsible for whatever I say in a rhyme
That's why I avoid collisions with cliches
Rhymes written on trays and smuggled to DJs
I've heard talk of escape from various inmates
So that night my mind carried a big weight
Dropped my jaw to the floor, staring in awe
While people looted crazy till the city was poor
WOMBATICUS REX:
...my mind races inside confined spaces
how I learned to love the nine to five matrix
played the waiting game until my talent was free
so balancing was just another challenge to me
see, I'm never satisfied with average rhymes
it's like a cage onstage doing that shit live
whatever you've written to defend your position?
just remember every single sentence is prison
and whatever it was, it's already been done
just study the standard till you start measuring up
or give it back...see I'm actually admitting that
I picked the lock to any given spot that you can spit it at
I used to hide behind bars and watch riots
PRO:
conformed for too long | --> i want to move on
reinvent myself / new artist / new song
i'm too gone to form a true bond
with bars of who's hardest | stop! | Time for evolUTION
attract the guard from a far with a fake heart attack
stole his keys left him hand cuffed with holler back
Get our personas back! uttered the guard from his back
before he drown himself in cognac | 8
sprung from my cell, but the prison is huge ->
The Source of which is corrupting oblivious youth -->
Try to focus through the maze | just picture to the booth
but my visions confused | i'm seeing women and shoes
i block it out | but ringtone of walk it out knocked me out
woke up, like fuck! whats the radio is talkin bout?
dropped my jaw to the floor | staring in awe -->
as people looted crazy 'til the city was poor
LEARIC:
Locked up with language that's been strangled and mangled
I lie here with manacled ankles
I start to feel like a mannequin standstill
I panic and chant random slang until I'm a fans' thrill
Man's will makes him rise above
Those who try to hold him down in the tides and floods
The guards keep order watchfully
So that we don't grow a brain and start choosing a philosophy
I'm confined to my day and my time
Held responsible for whatever I say in a rhyme
That's why I avoid collisions with cliches
Rhymes written on trays and smuggled to DJs
I've heard talk of escape from various inmates
So that night my mind carried a big weight
Dropped my jaw to the floor, staring in awe
While people looted crazy till the city was poor
WOMBATICUS REX:
...my mind races inside confined spaces
how I learned to love the nine to five matrix
played the waiting game until my talent was free
so balancing was just another challenge to me
see, I'm never satisfied with average rhymes
it's like a cage onstage doing that shit live
whatever you've written to defend your position?
just remember every single sentence is prison
and whatever it was, it's already been done
just study the standard till you start measuring up
or give it back...see I'm actually admitting that
I picked the lock to any given spot that you can spit it at
I used to hide behind bars and watch riots
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