
Date of issue: 14.07.2018
Song language: English
Darker Than It Seems |
Check your collection, your digital records, and tell me your findings on |
closer inspection |
I bet you didn’t find a rapper like me |
Intelligent enough to know they might see |
Nothing but a bunch of former drunk scholars |
Circulating past infected white dollars |
Frightened and heightening tension and rioting, fightin' the vi-o-lent |
oppressed leviathans, trying to liken the answer to vitamins |
(We are all equal man, there’s your enlightenment) |
Yuh, yuh, I’ve seen it with my eyes, the yellow teeth |
The fact that blacks are trapped is more than just belief |
So I dive into the facts about our wealth |
But first a break so I can figure out my path |
Now psylocibin got me thinkin bout myself |
Now my thinking is controlled by ego wrath |
And I could excel |
If I could repel |
The scum of my brain |
The bane and the spell |
I thought I was light |
I thought I was good |
I failed to do right |
You knew that I would |
A lot of gossiping has kept my mind from blossoming and you will get the |
reference soon enough |
My need for change is quickly softenin' and talent’s got me writing irrelevant |
stuff |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |
So check your reflection, your own introspection, I reckon you’ll wreck it with |
fear and rejection |
Just like me |
(Uh) |
Do you even like me, knowing this is all I might be |
Infected like candida, colder than Canada, ripping your candidate, |
stranded like Manama |
Animalistic, artistic, but chill |
Fuck egotistic, I’ve gotten my fill |
To hell with your party, this evil’s a part of me, partly a fault of mine, |
so would you pardon me |
And why even bother when she disregarded me, why would I wanna talk, |
she never wanted me |
I guess the drugs are kickin' back in |
Cuz I’ve been feeling like I’m really slackin' |
People are dying, and wars they are starting, and bombers are flying, |
and protestors marching |
But still I’m hung up on the fact that little moi |
One of 7 billion’s feeling kinda blah |
My brain, my soul, and pain a vain menage a toi |
Fuckin' one another hard inside the |
And I could be great |
And praised in the states |
A maker of peace, even beyond the grave |
If I could just be |
A little less trash |
A little less garbage, and more unabashed |
I thought I was nice |
I thought I was pure |
But after this life |
I can’t be too sure |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |
Nobody like me |
Nobody like me |
Take a look around |
There’s nobody like me |
Indie baseball cap |
Lotta broken dreams |
Tainted crystal wrap |
Darker than it seems |