Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My World, artist - Illogic. Album song Celestial Clockwork, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: Illogic
Song language: English
My World |
I’m traveling this maze, |
With a javelin, |
Taking aim at abdomens, |
Stumbling as I guilt trip |
From pixie dust particles, |
laced with the American way of conformity |
I lash out in defense of culture to stimulate dormancy |
But i’ll rest for a second |
And build on my mass collection |
Ask questions of worth, since birth |
Compile images, styled by each lesson |
Cursed with illogical thinking in eyes of society |
Crash parties of orthodox |
Without the ignorant inviting me |
The path I’m destined to walk is widening |
But narrow to the close-minded |
Hidden by brush and greenery, |
I can’t see, but my flows find it |
Blinded as I step through this forest of activists |
Dodging thorns of the norm |
Decoding life’s puniest form disguises a pasifist |
After this confrontation with this beast of regret |
A tainted existence is the resort of taking a breath |
So i hold back and don’t inhale, |
To see where life takes me |
Elevate flesh to a level of stress 'cause i believe life hates me. |
Nothing’s gonna change my world. |
(x4) |
Don’t stop in a sea of normlessness |
And abandoned crowds that stand around |
And wait for their performances |
I wait in that coul de sac to see what Karma gives |
Cause what goes around, comes around, |
Holds weight in a lake I’m born to swim |
Will I drown due to the obesity of my thought process? |
As gravity pulls down to impede my self conquest |
Filling my pockets with payments of nonsense |
While the cover charge ??? |
play of my life is ??? |
At times I stand on the edge of this cliff and forget rap |
Before I step across that threshold where ??? |
bends and splits at |
I try to evade the barricades and downplay the mishaps |
Convincing myself that the speech isn’t related to the syntax |
My emotional famine is at an all time height |
Where I’m forced to raionalize between comfort and what’s right |
But when I write I’m comfortable |
Pen and compass is the agony |
Of the turmoil dinged existence of the Shakespearian tragedy |
But does this hero die due to his flaws? |
Or will I float in pergatory state before I take the fall |
So for now I won’t wait it |
Trudgin through knee-high satan |
Contemplating whether I should stay on this frequency or change the station |
Cause now I’m tuned in to ruin |
Falling flat on my abstract |
Too intimidated to press on |
But not depressed enough to backtrack |
The story too ??? |
to be laughed at, too surreal to be realistic |
Dangling between an individual and a statistic |
Will I see the light at the end of the tunnel |
Or has there been an avalanche that closes off the outlet |
Snuffing the option of if I’ll have a chance to escape this fate |
Or is it by choice I walk this road? |
Why did I get enclosed, continuing progress but feel froze |
Nothing’s gonna change my world. |
(x4) |