Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How to Make It Through Hysteria, artist - Skyzoo. Album song A Dream Deferred, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, The Faculty
Song language: English
How to Make It Through Hysteria |
Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreaming, me and |
Couplets I was cupping up to the ceiling, seen it |
Jumped in and was looking up to believe it |
Lived it, went and penned it and left the rest to the speakers |
Wrote it the way I know it, you heard it, you saw me show it |
Outlining the obvi' and intricating below it |
Dollar signs in the lobby and finger painting the motive |
Any side that’s beside me is giving way to the notice |
Dare you to look away from it, counting it is weighing it |
And the weight of the winners will build 'em to build a gate for it |
Protect it or neglect it, skully over the face with it |
The outcome surrounds them and everything they praying with |
Dents in the carpet, the honor amongst saving it |
Picturing tomorrow is prolly gonn' make today the end |
Beat tapes blur out the blue, and all the chase in them |
Lights out the window, the awakening |
I’m feeling like I made it though |
And if I made it yo |
Then making it is everywhere that they ain’t say to go |
I’m making it where all of this is for the taking yo |
Cause making it is everything that they been waiting fo' |
I show 'em how to make it through hysteria |
Make it through hysteria |
Make it through hysteria |
Made it through |
Show 'em how |
Know the sound, know the score well enough to quote it now |
Used to what they used to, see them pointing the composer out |
Suitor of the suitors, double breasted, money folded down |
Rooted where the root is, found an exit they can go around |
Sped you up to slow you down, fuck the curiosity |
1,000 thread count but I was cut from where the bottom be |
Powder spread 'round like they was dumping out their lottery |
Freshened up the linen like embellishing an image |
See it’s sorta like the scene where Dukie get out the car |
And Prezbo is watching a dream die from afar |
And testers are getting thrown over on Popular Grove |
And the rest of what you know is where the end of it starts |
You hear the engine is gone, behind you is what it was |
Hearing tends to be wrong but reminds you of what it does |
Hearing it through the walls, oblige and get your run |
And make sure to rewind it when you’re done |
Word to the hysteria that we tryna say we made it thru, and word to bringing |
everyone wit us to say «shit I made it too», whatever happens from here on out, |
I made it when they said I wouldn’t make it I made it and I made it true, |
no hand outs used because none were ever given, I mean I can’t say I wouldn’t |
have accepted if a hand was ever risen, but none were so, why consider, |
when they didn’t, they didn’t consider my city or my block or my curb or my |
crib the way I did, and I didn’t do any of this just to say I lived, |
I did it to say I’m in, in for whatever it might’ve been or it might be, |
or whatever’s likely to push thru, not a hero just a good dude, |
moms and pops love me like cooked food and the front door was wide enough for |
me to do more than just look thru, so hey, why not at least take a stare, |
take it a step further and take it there, I mean really take it there and see |
what all the fuss is being made about and, admire the ones before us who made |
it out, getting autographs and picturing all of that as a blueprint for us and |
wishing for all of that, uh, see when I said I wrote on the back of light bills |
I really meant that, and whether you did or didn’t get that, it is what it is, |
I mean it is what it is for that dream, and that dream is so vivid it don’t |
even look like one, or so it seems, seems to us that whatever you leave for us |
is what it’ll be for us, but fuck that becuz if that don’t be enough then what |
does that mean for us?, confliction and contemplation and addiction and that |
itching and itching for what you missing and you inching to see what they |
taking or see what they paying, or see both sides and see why the song’s been |
playing the way it’s been playing and why it won’t stop, couldn’t stop it if |
you tried to, or better yet if you pretended you wasn’t listening when really |
you knew every word in every sentence and every metronome in that rhythm, |
every hi hat and 808 you was given, the bass you know as well as the mirror |
you in front of, and well, either do it or don’t but either or they can’t judge |
us, so yea I wrote and I wrote because no one else spoke, no judge, no jury, |
just purely how it goes, and from the go I was who I am, the story’s been one |
in the same just the way that you turn that page may have changed, |
long time coming since Chris or Shawn or Nasir or Corey or Brad first started |
to go, figured I’d do my part and draw up a path, and let it unfold, |
unfold like kites with picture requests and, homecoming dates and liquor |
requests and, shit, I stand tall for all of it if this is what’s left, |
buying bottles last minute cuz see I’ll never forget the date but I might |
forget the request, see my life’s loaded at the moment and there’s so many |
bottles to be bought that, I kinda get lost, but still here, and feeling like I |
made it though… |