Before the Climax
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
I can’t find the instrumental.
This will be the last song I will release that will not be on the upcoming album. Anything after this will be a single for the new album.
Kalligraphy Season
The world is on the brink
Of so many things
Proposed to Life with death’s wedding ring
But she declined, time to rewind
Maybe birth a mind perpendicular to a shrine
But wait, look at the United States
Foreign policies corrupt, unnecessary strafes
Canada is not affordable, just head down town
You’ll see men roaming all around now
North America in fear…calculate the tears
Uvalde still recovering from those cowardly Jakes
Mothers crying at an hourly rate, so sickening
More wakes means that weed smoke is thickening
Does the world spin on its axis for real?
Or is space’s finger twirling us making us ill?
It’s my time
This my season
Y’all gear up
Y’all hear the truth
So what you sayin’
Day1 couldn’t write this, KO couldn't either
But he’s my brother though, got show respect and love the bro
He said my stuff is just a white kid from Canada who likes Nas
I get my inspo from just the kids that pass me by
So if they funnel through my raps, I guess all of this ain’t mine
My poetry derives from many of the past writers
Edgar Allen, Shakespeare, Nasir, Earth, Wind & Fire
X-Factor tried to chisel and carve me out of the mountain
Only birth the fifth face on Rushmore & countin’
Try better next time
Try this fine cheddar and wine
Pinot Noir inside a casino of mines
Spend 30k on slot machines with you inside
And I hit every time…
I told y’all last year that I’ll never water down
But since y’all miss the point of whatever I say now
I’ve been saying this whole time “fuck all you clowns”
I’m here to join spears with any voice who don’t fear
Meli Homme I’ll turn to deli, son, under the New Delhi sun
Mince him up on the mantle, I’m way off the handle
But I really don’t hate anybody, I really can’t
Y’all humans like I am, so if I hate you…I am
From a fetus to a sly man to sitting on Jesus’ high hand
Don’t you see the rhymes, man, can’t you feel the vibration
That’s Dilla tryna come back from Heaven, but God takes him
It’s my time
This my season
Y’all gear up
Y’all hear the truth
So what you sayin’
So how’s the weather down there, rain, sleet, or snow
Just bow to the cheddar, and then you’ll reign, cease the dough
Don’t diss the material objects that make you
Cuz you need it to live, you should be shameful
I’m asking what’s the plan to God up there
Cuz if this is the blueprint, it’s really odd, ya hear?
Sometimes I look at the Blueprint of Hov
And push Yours aside, so guide me, yo
The Site is Mine, I said it to Gen way back when
We was on good terms, what happened, why’d you get attackin’
We coulda built something greater but your ego wouldn’t let you
It’s all about your stats and the fake battles you won, that’s why now I don’t respect you
And you’re down to two…
Your down to two
This the season of I
And it’s only July
The most fly
Coldest of all eyes
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024