Lyrics Rumba - Sound of Rum

Rumba

I’ll be me,
you be you,
be the true you,
I can see straight through you.
I’ll be me now but you be you,
be the true you,
I can see straight through you.
Take the mask off.
I pushed bullet I was marchless,
speed raps,
eat prose,
hear and scream when the breeze blows,
drink flow,
clutch sight,
touch mic,
taste vision,
success into antigony’s tradition.
London born, bred, raised, London’s in my guts.
London is a savage place full of strangers,
it’s too abrupt,
it’s too immediate,
it’s to cold and it’s too sprawling but London is as London does and I hear
London calling.
And I’ve got to reply,
creep his chicks at night,
I’m like you can be assigned to what we beat or twice,
I live to eat the mics.
I replaced it just for spittin' bars and skippin' class to walk a little
further down a different path.
All my friends were hittin' bars,
sniffin' palms,
getting ripped apart,
nicking cars,
con and playing living large.
I was on top of a mountain screaming dreams into existence,
watch the city life from a distance.
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky,
harder I try, larger my prize,
faster I fly, faster I fall,
bare faced in your masquerade ball,
bare faced in the masquerade.
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly,
faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the
masquerade.
Believe.
I carve lyrics into cubicle doors like they were pyramid walls and these were
hieroglyphs, old mics with their iron fists, mind is a storm, rhymes and their
eyeing it, evil in the world but I’m peaceful In spite of it.
Snakes never
understood the way that lions live, hear wisdom is the words that fall like
rain falls from dying lips, I waste a lot of time getting high but look.
I wore my bones dry trying to climb the cliffs of knowledge.
I heard that if
you wanna rap, ok, you’ve got to read, I read Shakespeare, Beckett, Blake,
Sophocleas, ancient mythology, eastern philosophy, got stained glass panels
for eyes where the apostles breath.
So come on do what you can, do what you
must.
In these times they make me leave so much that we can trust.
Vanity and narciss ascend upon us like the top of me, I’m down here in the
fire pit dancing through the dust.
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly,
faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the
masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly,
faster I fall, I remain bare faced in your masquerade ball.
I speak with the same tongue that most poets spoke with, whiplash a sequence of
words into an opress.
Hope is a concept, alien to hopeless, folks with the
complex and the failure to focus.
Post out my pockets and my person nearly
fractured, like postmodern texts where the chapters go backwards.
Rope burned my hands and foot soles, and I looked prose dead in the eye,
she had thick brows and a hooked nose and she made this reply when I asked her
why this shit is described as getting published by the far school flourish in
the express of the artform and nourish the artful and she’s like-
Only?
in darkness?
are stars?
boooooooooooooooorrrnn
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly,
faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the
masquerade.
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly,
faster I fall, peace making never started no brawl and if I did it was a small
one, and hardly at all, bare faced in the masquerade.
I’ll be me, but you be you, but be the true you believe me I see straight
through you, yeah,
I’ll be me, you be you, but be the true you believe me I see straight through
you,
yeah, bare faced.
ugh!
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, I got both eyes fixed on a darkening,
darkening, darkening.
I got both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, bare faced forever, and if your bare
faced to then maybe we can be bare faced together.
I pushed bullet I was marchless, speed rap, eat prose, hear and scream when the
breeze blows, drink flow, clutch sight, touch mic, taste vision,
success into antigony’s tradition.
London born, bred, raised, London’s in my guts.
London is a savage place full
of strangers, it’s too abrupt, it’s too immediate and it’s too sprawling but
London is as London does
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