Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Music, artist - Epik High. Date of issue: 26.03.2009
Song language: English
Free Music |
| Tick tock, tick tock, and this time |
| When I set it off, can nobody stop it in time |
| Get off the block son |
| And get your sunblock when I rhyme |
| It’s eternal sunshine of the spotless mind |
| From the top, rewind |
| Wrote rhymes in my dad’s attic |
| Rap addict since Illmatic and I’m still fanatic |
| Never stop but when I’m stopped |
| I jog my mind around the writer’s block |
| Till it’s out of breath and asthmatic |
| I’ve had it with the paperchase, need I mention? |
| The rap game is all show and lyrical descension |
| Pretension, obsession for physical possession |
| I’ll pay for your CD, but pay no attention |
| Ascension, I’ll never lie to get it |
| Fake people piss me off like diuretic |
| To die or live it, you know the choice is yours |
| Just make sure that the voice is yours |
| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down |
| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah he’s takin' it down |
| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| Let me make the beat drop |
| And that’s where I’m coming in |
| Unlock the truth in the booth and I’m runnun' in |
| Pe2ny drummin' in listen to the drums, man |
| Listen to my voice and get your head spun, man |
| Eyes bloodshot but his tongue is on fire |
| Like a mind thought-blocked |
| But this buss will inspire |
| We live in these rhymes |
| This life reppin' mics in the right direction |
| I’m guessin' in takes us higher |
| Temporary relief so I’m makin' it last |
| Takin' it fast, lacin' buds in raps tracin' raps with facts |
| Steppin' up the game but not reppin' for fame |
| Spittin truth up in the booth, then we settin' it in flames |
| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down |
| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah he’s takin' it down |
| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| We keep it movin' at a zen way pace |
| Cause we losin music in this end day race |
| It’s all big business with Ken Lay waste |
| The same sickness that’s eating MJ’s face |
| It’s a liable case that won’t pollute my brain |
| Never let them put my truths to shame |
| Cut the noose that hangs |
| Lay bare of tattooed lucid pains |
| Reveal truth, I’m the loosest change |
| All these soothless sayings, ruthless vain raps |
| I’m sick of it |
| So no hope for you thoothless lame cats |
| I’m killin' at a show |
| Thoughts ridin' through this train track |
| Just thinkin' of a flow |
| So expect a trainwreck, let’em know |
| Your rhyme schemes of crime themes |
| Make me wanna red rum your whole catalog |
| Like it was the Shining |
| Yeah it’s frightening, so do the right thing |
| We like the thunder in the storm and the lightening |
| Enlightening |
| Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah I’m takin' it down |
| Supreme T, he’s never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| DJ Pe2ny, yeak he’s breakin' it down |
| MYK, yeah hes takin' it down |
| Supreme T, I’m never fakin' the sound |
| Freestylin steady shakin' the ground |
| We map, map, map the soul |
| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul |
| We map, map, map the soul |
| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul |
| We map, map, map the soul |
| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul |
| We map, map, map the soul |
| East, west, to the far east back to Seoul |