1. |
Sound Of Guns (Intro)
01:18
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2. |
High
02:03
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[Verse]
I drop a verse, quickly
Rehearse, feel me, I must be
And I will be, (high)
If I cannot really get into this business
I will still record just to witness my wisdom and illness
With the quickness I can exercise my fitness on the mic
I'm askin Olympus for forgiveness
For the shit I did to myself to be able to spit this
Why ?
I'm asking myself all the time
Every mistake I made, every decision
And every bad route I took
Why you think I always look like I'm suspicious?
My life an open book on the beat
But when it ends, I'm tense and can't even see the table of contents
Concept is to be healed by this
Cause lyrics make me feel great about myself
While everything else in my life does not
And I cannot really stop, I might have a few months of a break
But then - I'm Back
And I break the beats to pieces with my broken pieces
Missing some of my pieces too, and peace is what I'm looking for
And I'm looking for it in you !
Your ears, your mind, your heart
Basically everything you really are.
[Outro]
Every moment I feel this then I'm so ... (high)
Whenever you listen to this shit, I'm so... (high)
Every time you feel this, I'm so... (high)
Every moment I feel this, I'm so...
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3. |
Balance
02:22
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[Intro]
I need to find a balance x2
And I need to find it soon...
[Verse 1]
I'm still in the clouds with that shit
Looking for a balance 'tween stomping on grounds
And seein burned bridges turned to ashes
Trying to fill in space, in Space
I am, was and hope to be
But I don't feel the world we're living in
It's serialism in this world ruled by materialism
I don't know what happened to value's
It's like I'm in a prison looking through prism... Fucked up
I don't know how to flush it down my system
Everybody is expecting me to get a job and become a prisoner!
Or a slave for that matter, but it doesn't matter
I'm not that manner of a man
My chapter never ends with a jaeger or a line
Only lines I compose on a table or a silver platter are rhymes!
Still affiliated with sadder times
My mental confined, looking for signs of calm and less crimes
[Bridge]
I just try to find a balance x4,5
[Verse 2]
I just try to find a balance
'Tween being a poet and being in Rome
They say all roads lead to it, but I don't know
I wish to go off-road
Not a lost soul, not really into malice
Drinking till I can from my chalice
Scoping what is left of my palace
I'm just a Lost Talent...
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4. |
Wisdom (Interlude)
03:45
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5. |
One Chance (feat. T.M)
02:09
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6. |
Story To Tell
02:12
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[Verse]
I got a story to tell
Listen to me as I tell it very well
I knew this dude from the hood, he was a real 1 too
Had a sister and mother
Father an alcoholic - he beat them whenever he felt the need to
He didn't really need to tell me that
Bruises and scars were a see-through
Same as the shame and pain in his eyes
Feeling this rage but couldn't deal with it anytime soon
What the fuck a boy's supposed to do ?
His mother was threatened, his sister was threatened
He couldn't just step in...
He hid his sister from their Pops whenever Pops hit the glass!
Young dude thought about automatics, knifes, glocks
But then his Mom passed...
Disease and abuse, tears falling on her coffin
Pops drinking even more often
Dude got into a bad company
Cause this company could fuck up his Pops unaccompanied by cops
But he found himself too close to the rocks
To the drug spots and where they're selling sex
Next, he was in the cell
They checked if he'd prevail
But in his mind he failed
Ends didn't justify the means right now
All he wanted is to never get bacc to this cell
After 48hrs he couldn't vision himself doing years in jail!
He got out, left the hood, kept in touch, just the minimum
I told him that he shouldn't, he should just leave
But he told me, and one other homie - that he should
So he did...
Last time we spoke, he said he was doing great, doing big
Livin in a rich country, doing constructions
Earning fine money, off his own company
He is his own boss...
But his sister fell off
Unfortunately that's the other side of this broken coin.
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8. |
13th Hour
02:41
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[Intro]
On my 1st hour I was crawlin
On my 2nd hour I was talkin
On my 3rd hour I was writing
On my 4th hour I was fighting
On my 5th hour I was rhyming
On my 6th hour I was dreaming
[Verse]
I'm staying away from quick benefits
Elements of it are too negative and venomous
I want it to be simple
Converted with elegence into something that'll not become my nemesis
I need a thimble on my finger when I'm writing
Cause these verses get me injured everytime when
I'm describing my life and I want it to be enticing
I'm a titan and a viking
And I'm striking till you're subsiding
And I've been providing this violent lightning
Inside this house like the Poltergeist
Flying high but I'm dying faster as I roll the dice
On Christ, on Allah, on Odin, on every god I know
Help me survive this!
Keep me calm through the roughest storm
Get me ON when I deserve it
Cause you know I spit it perfect and honest
I'm much more Frank than Michael Fassbander. Promise !
[Outro]
On my 7th hour I was walking
On my 8th hour I was provoking
On my 9th hour I was composing
On my 10th hour I was avoiding
On my 11th hour I was recording
On my 12th hour I had a dream...
And on my 13th hour I was dead!
Couldn't find a way to save myself!
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9. |
A Day's End (Outro)
00:45
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The Lost Talent Poland
MC from Po'Land !
1/2 of Black Catz
Member Of INC(Indelible Niche Collective)
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