Lyrics Critical - Dälek

Critical

With confident steps outpace these prominent men
Back to familiar frontiers, it started again
2015: I still script with pen
Vision stay clear what’s a skewed is life’s lens
Always been true, fuck all these false trends
Never gripped mics to make friends
Verses offend when so-called listeners don’t listen
Intrinsic word pattern by nature remains hidden
Who am I kidding?
Five percent remain digging
Dusty crates create blueprint for best living
I’m chilling
The very breath between verbs speaks volumes on our person
Deliberate with speech
Haven’t even scratched the surface
These sounds require complete immersion
Can sense that most be uncertain
Situation bound to worsen before we ever see that daylight
Let’s start with small steps for starters: get my name right
Nothing is literal
We breathe the subliminal
Deadverse: critical
Dissect every syllable
Essence is lyrical
These sonics is physical
I am the creator of my hip-hop style
Abstract aspect to each movement towards progress
Mass media only feeding you nonsense
Take time to ponder change is the one constant
Though I had it grasped but I lost it
Concepts fostered forged from same steel as will
Material stay poignant, reality’s unreal
A thousand TVs shine light and crush vision
Vocal chords used for most my transmissions
Unspoken hymns get sent through tough rhythms
Resist the urge speak, muhfucker, just listen
Amount of breath ain’t finite
The reason I rhyme right
Never need to step in the limelight
Beyond 20/20 with this third eyesight
In hindsight, all history’s rewritten
Magnification of ink reveals blood of all victims
Let that shit sink in
Nothing is literal
We breathe the subliminal
Deadverse: critical
Dissect every syllable
Essence is lyrical
These sonics is physical
I am the creator of my hip-hop style