Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Non Compos Mentis , by - Haiku D'Etat. Song from the album Haiku D'Etat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.09.2011
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Non Compos Mentis , by - Haiku D'Etat. Song from the album Haiku D'Etat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопNon Compos Mentis |
| Non compos mentis and moon struck |
| Come, pompous apprentice and succumb |
| To this relentlessness, the sun |
| Rises and sets yet you see none |
| Of it’s effects until it’s done |
| Then you’d reflect on how you’d run |
| I’d take a step, your momentum |
| I had still kept, fool |
| They eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food |
| Repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood |
| Other crews can’t copy, they ain’t got the magnitude |
| I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude |
| This is not simply just to downplay wishes |
| Made by emcees who found they status |
| Do what you do to live life lavish |
| Have this cabbage, heavy baggage |
| Well I would like to start by saying |
| Life has to be sparked each day |
| And night, got to be smart don’t play |
| Your time, you won’t be back |
| When I speak I slice the words up like a slasher |
| Private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker |
| Sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer |
| Sky swimmer |
| I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer |
| And I like talking about dilemma |
| And come up with a solution for the pollution |
| My contribution being the superior being at emceeing |
| And seeing the light love being in the light |
| But they snatch it like a thief in the night |
| (right, right, you know what I mean) |
| I call them the cookie monsters |
| On the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy |
| Combined with M&Ms, money, main |
| These B-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor |
| Send him in, rendering him limb and limb |
| Salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in |
| Torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering |
| My tender and remembering the splendor when |
| I put my first splinter in nail |
| Cuticle, black male |
| And you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle |
| Checks not cash knots |
| She also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat |
| The rest will go up to other hows tickling the G-spot |
| On G.P. |
| you could D.P. |
| the sales manager and the VP |
| You could smuggle me a key |
| I best belive that’s how it be |
| Just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies |
| Out the hotel |
| Ain’t we having a car come pick us up? |
| The life of a star come hook us up |
| Studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats |
| Pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef |
| Courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies |
| So when they hear you style they be proud of you guys |
| Search from land to land |
| Go from a thousand to a hundred to ten |
| And couldn’t find an honest man |
| It ain’t always what it’s promised to be |
| They don’t stop until the thirty third and a third degree |
| Shhh… can you keep a secret? |
| of course |
| Or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse |
| Out the airport |
| And we having a plane fly us out |
| We the truest, they interview us for what we write about |
| Whether we’re right or wrong |
| Once again it’s on 'til the night is gone |
| Get in a zone from the dome and a tight song |
| Well life just ain’t sugary and buttery, is it? |
| Now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is? |
| I’m thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump |
| And be it that I’m a poet trying to get over the hump |
| I could play it like a trump |
| Make you sicker than the mumps |
| The days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps |
| And sometimes it don’t come at all |
| You run you fall come one for all for one |
| Depending on exactly where you from |
| Cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized |
| And be able to be mobilized and look over the skies |
| I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe |
| And freedom of man original with the tan |
| Can I expand? |
| can I feel the crowd? |
| If you don’t want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now |
| Yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow |
| And the eagle and the hawk |
| They say why you talk that crazy talk |
| I tell 'em «we see what your eyes can’t see» |
| On me, «we hear what ears can’t hear» |
| Poetry we can be what nobody can be |
| Solely the only lonely truly |
| Non compos mentis and moon struck |
| Come pompas apprentice and circum |
| To this relentless the sun |
| Rises and sets yet you see none |
| Of it’s effects until it’s done |
| Then you’d reflect on how you’d run |
| I’d take a step, your momentum |
| I had still kept, fool |
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