Learic:

This all came as a result of careful crafting
Even though some thoughts might have been scrawled across a paper napkin
It's all part of the process
The structure's quite simple but you thought it was complex
They're yellin' to us 'Hey! Aztext, you're on next'
Take a moment to focus and get myself in check
'Cause if you don't come correct with your dialect
They'll hang you by your neck with it
Sign your death certificate
That's your own potential, can you get a whiff of it?
At the least, I hope to release something significant
When I'm deceased they'll say 'Jeez, he was different'
Our name'll live on if there's still people listening
'Cause the soundscape changes everyday
And it's hard to stay original with catch phrases in your way
It's just the language you choose to use to explain your views
Who knows, it could change somebody's mood
So don't get used to us being away
'Cause it'll be a cold day in hell when we got nothing to say, OK?

chorus:

I never rest, i live everyday to make it count
    Give me a pen and the pad to break it down
    So break it down yo, break it down
    Break it down, down, down...

SS:

Outhere the crysis hits like that PC game,
 my mom's like you gotta fight gettin it easy's lame, /
I quit smoking, now there's no more pot to blame,
 I ain't packing but i need to get a shot at fame, /
Man, I wish you'd see this city,
 not even the sun shines, I don't need this fitted,/
 I just need the spirit to guide me on my path,
give me a beat I kill it, get rid of all the wrath/
 - inside me, i got my brothers here, beside me,
 we know life is hard but we tryinna take it lightly,/
 Like take everyday for the good things that it brings,
 and lighten up like my jack when it rings, Yup!/
 Tomorrow I'll be a better man, i promise,
 I'll rubb off the dirt and shine like diamonds/
 But until then I got this day to make it count/
 Give me a pen and the pad to break it down...

chorus:

I never rest, i live everyday to make it count
    Give me a pen and the pad to break it down
    So break it down yo, break it down
    Break it down, down, down...

Pro:

i woke up with a fever of 102
still i'm sitting here documenting one for the crew
what the fuck i'm a do, not muscle it through?
and waste the precious seconds from the sun to the moon?
no time for brian to be guzzling booze
like them younger kids do with no summer curfews
'cause you can blame it on the Henny, when you struggle with truth
the only trouble is, the trouble is... the trouble is you
I never have to wonder if the trouble is me
cause i work myself to death trying to hustle this speech
and if we never gain a step and stay tucked underneath
it won't matter, i gave it all i could muster to bleed
why i do it? cause while i'm bumping a beat
it can take me anywhere that i'm wanting to be
and right now, that's right here, fever a 103
vindicated. no one can stop me... not even me.


 


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