
Date of issue: 01.10.2012
Song language: English
Clarity |
Ugh, yea |
From the art |
Gavlyn |
And it’s that clarity |
Yup, oh, and it’s that clarity |
Cause it’s a rush that I feel in my veins |
When I’m able to maintain with this wordplay |
Each and every day |
Some say It’s a phase |
But I say it’s a way of life |
Which is why when I grab the mic |
I grab the mic tight |
Looking at my shadow from another street light |
Getting tired of the bullshit, talk is cheap |
Yup I ment it when I said it |
Cause cats (?) nowadays are a little to hard-headed |
Peeps ask, what is hip hop to me |
Rhythm, bass with the kick up or a tree |
Coming in this culture as a female |
Just speaking with detail |
Can’t catch up to my phases when I shake this |
Which is why I leave with no trace |
What would a reaction be, without action |
What would Gavlyn be, without a passion |
What would a painting be, without a vision |
What would a story be, without the description |
Just doing me, doing my thing |
As I bring just not just your ordinary talent |
Cause when I kick I got balance |
And what I live is what I give is logic |
Take a look at my profile from my sense of style |
Haven’t felt this way in a while |
Label myself, as a G |
But when I say G I mean |
Genuine, feminine, em cee |
Oh yea G.A.V |
Yo, never stopping cause it’s my life |
This ain’t a dream this is reality |
With this classical clarity |
Not tryin' to get props |
Just an understanding |
It’s what I’m showing |
And you can pause, or keep it going |
Or keep it going… |
I put in work in my rhyme book |
Write a scenery of thoughts |
Or just freestyle when I’m going on a walk |
Rap about how I’m seen and my change |
Getting used to how things we arrange |
But still got my own flurry technique |
Still got my own definition of unique |
When I speak, blending colors |
Still make a masterpiece |
Never stroke with my confidence at my feet |
You can tell the years fly like a breeze |
When you look at the leaves, (?) is the melody |
Everyday lips hit and eat or spo (?) a tree |
Cause the only love of my life is the M.I.C |
And lyrically, artistically |
Had my word shell like abstract confetti |
So you could see me, hear me, feel me |
You can keep an open mind |
Cause Gav likes to keep an open mind |
That’s how we do it for life. |
(Until the day that I die) |
Yo, never stopping cause it’s my life |
This ain’t a dream this is reality |
With this classical clarity |
Not tryin' to get props |
Just an understanding |
It’s what I’m showing |
And you can pause, or keep it going |
Or keep it going… |