Hyde's Notes
Saturday Rap number 29! Shoutout to IllWordz for the awesome verse that he dropped on the track. Production credit to Yondo Music.
//Verse 1
We seek the wisdom of ballers and politicians,
Sit and swallow all the fiction their spittin’,
Hollow and wicked. Even all of the Christians
Ignore the church fathers don’t bother to follow tradition,
Wishin’ to prosper, but watch the squalor we live in.
Yo, this is that philosophical flow hidden within’ the system,
Mess with the world, you get a worldly vision,
That’s just the world we live in,
I’m on the fifth floor tryna get a fifth more, so I can get a bit more sinnin’ in,
Spinnin’ hymns with my hands,
While I’m listenin’ to the plans
And the vision in his grand scheme,
He has me,
Devil in a violet dress lookin’ back at me.
Tempt me, pass me by, like you never meant to grab me.
The devil lies, leavin’ hypocritical souls empty inside,
Cyclical pride leavin’ that Hefty behind,
Just to mess with your mind,
Placin’ death in your eyes, so blind.
//Hook
O my Lord, I try to hide it,
But this pride just brings me down.
I keep tryna fight it,
But it turns me back around.
I see the world and think I’m better,
No one else sees like I do!
But that’s just the devil in my mind,
That’s just my pride shinin’ through.
//Verse 2
Now I sit on the couch with scriptures sittin' at my side
Unopened, pages lined in golden trim to emphasize
The value thats deep inside, but i hesitate to indulge
[The volumes speak loud, but won't penetrate through my skull]
I heard the word should turn to verb, but my fight is in
Involuntary dietin' from what most claim are vitamins
Endorphins are engorged in zealous environments
But I'm feelin' [scorched] and I cant be saved by [firemen]
I see crowds riotin', definin' on their own terms
What the worldly value is. Ever happy as it burns
Many laughin at the Church, the one that once molded me
Now I'm with the [spurs], after playin with [heat]; morally
As a soldier in the trenches, I never sat on the benches
I-dont have time to resign, I'd rather rhyme a sentence
I see the devil, I'm locked and loaded trapped in my spot
Should I wait for God to save me or should I give it a shot?
//Hook
//Verse 3
I’m hopin’ in the mornin’ things look better than before,
And I’m hopin’ I’m drivin’ a foreign,
Highway soarin’ with the top down,
Engine roarin’ I got this locked down,
No question, floor it, I’m on the top now,
But my mind’s on my money,
Not the times I’m actin’ funny,
And I swear I feel it slippin’ away again,
I said they’d never take it from me,
Now I’m out here fakin’ love
I swear I’m just driftin’ away again.
Spittin’ how I’m different,
Missin’ half of what I’m livin’,
Like I’m a prophet, skip the profit that I’m gettin’,
I got ya’ll listenin’ to a promise of honesty,
Said I don’t give a damn, now I’m off in these beats talkin’ all that hypocrisy.
Tried to say I was better, spittin’ a message on the track,
Just keep comin’ back to the same lessons that I lack.
Never learn, keep gettin’ burned lookin’ down from on high,
Keep sayin’ the same words, but never murder my damned pride.
//Hook
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Hyde
Member since October 20 2014