Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Only Constant, 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
The Only Constant |
Everybody in |
Hip-hop nowadays |
Is on the same ole stuff |
Same rhymes, same beats |
Same concepts, no treats |
This is weightless, bringing things to life |
(Oh yeah!, Oh yeah!) |
Everything changes, we stray from the predictable |
Towards our own destiny, built upon original |
Concepts to listen to, two ill individuals |
Born to score |
Born to score |
I’m stuck between a mic and hard place; |
battling |
The space-time continuum for control of my destiny; |
traveling |
I coast to when your windows are lethargic; |
hardly |
Noticing I been waiting for that stop sign to change green; |
pardon me |
May I borrow a spoon full of sugar to help my medicine stay down? |
drown |
My problems in weed smoke to alter reality; |
found |
A way to stay on top of things, use my ego at as a step ladder; |
sounds |
Fool proof, cause no man has the balls to make the steps shatter |
This image in memory, brush strokes in symmetry |
With the masses in alienation, conquered anonymity |
Stand as friend to me, then instantly |
Stretch words across tracks |
In distaste of my act to explore rap |
Without understanding the facts |
Simply I’m sick of humans, I only answer to an angel |
So the rest of you can deep throat |
The shaft on which you dangle |
I don’t mean to be lewd, but they’re just constantly under my skin |
Then again, when I’m open |
I usually invite 'em in |
Though were on a different page, I’ll bless the stage after I bomb it |
My time is soon to come, cause change is the only constant |
I bask in time’s shadow |
On a bed of orange and amber leaves, once emerald |
Hearing echoes of chalk outlines ringing my lobes |
Rhythmic break beats bang on eardrums as life unfolds |
Cause I’m no longer a man of yesterday |
But of tomorrow, heart pumping blue liquid life |
So drown in your sweet sorrow, legs dance off beat on tables |
In presence of enemies, requesting serenity |
With I.V.s of disease remedies |
Curing purity, in the defense of the passive |
As the one telling the story, I have the right to ad-lib |
It’s called change, Illogic always against the grain |
It’s called strange, and I’m aware now |
That there’s hell on earth, it’s called fame |
Aim at your consciousness for a metamorphosis |
From the instant gratification of hares, to the patience of tortoises |
Rest in tranquility, you now embody the brilliance of comets |
Your time is soon to come because change is the only constant |