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Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Graffiti in the Night |
It’s the paper. |
Yet, living this large is not the issue |
Wish it wasn’t such a mission to start what I continue |
From signals that I misread, past the point extreme |
To leave the argument like you can find me out on shit’s creek |
Arguing over I’m not full of broken promises |
Is like a junkie trying to dodge a street corner pharmacist |
Haven’t the foggiest of who’s my audience |
Unless you’re gonna talk I need to call it quits and how it’s obvious |
I’ve seen the colors fade into a lack of courage |
Even after when I’m drunk enough to laugh at bridges burning |
I’m sure if you can only imagine the total damage it’s had on my sanity |
Then you must be part of the planet |
Don’t even bother with yourself as being targeted |
Around how smart it is to be a part of this, without the confidence |
A wall between us, over how to live your life |
I’ll write my name on your wall, like graffiti in the night |
Nothing’s more liberating than when I don’t feel ashamed |
To realize it wasn’t meant for me to find an early grave |
But the time and energy I spend to hold the pen is risky |
Like both my wrists are bleeding, screaming, «are you coming with me?!» |
I wouldn’t be the kind to hit beneath the gut, I’m obsessed! |
Will you please get off my ding-a-ling and nuts?! |
You can call me whatever! |
I’ve been putting these words together |
When Biggie was just a capital letter, my flow was clever |
I’m about it, they’re louder than on an island and stranded |
Yelling, «anyone there?!», surrounded by the water’s advantage |
Overanalyze was not a plan of mine to grow as big |
I’m my worst critic of everything that I ever did |
This guy said he used to lift weights with me in his head |
To find strength in the enemy and I was his friend |
So hit the floor like in a store to rattle some poor bastard |
Of empty the cash drawer or you’re letting it off at him |
You really out to let the bullets turn us into Swiss cheese? |
Then to me, I’d be the most delicious piece of history |
What’s the age for you to talk about the glory days? |
Or walk around a dark cloud follows with the pouring rain |
My good looks are fading faster by the minute |
Hearing nothing but your inner self that wants to be forgiven |
I’m not above it? |
I smile at the people in denial |
Who think of how it is can only mean that I don’t put it down |
I’m gone! |
But rise like the sun, in the morning |
I’m gone, gone, gone. |
Cocked like the gun |
Heed the warning |
Late night doesn’t fall by the waste side |
I’ve wanted the sweet life, the way that I see life |
With it over a beat box the culture it needs us |
I’m running a fever. |
Can the warrior keep up? |
And in order to design the formula each time |
I’m more than emcee rhymes, who I’ve wanted to be like |
And I want you to rewind. |
It’s important to me, find |
When you lift your head from staring at the ground |
Like your neck won’t give to take another route when I get like this |
More distraction is not what I need if your ego won’t even let you be happy for |
me |
There’s old friends I haven’t said enough how much they meant |
Some of which that I don’t even think I’ve told them yet |
You’re staring at mad flavor, the wickedest track maker |
And this is the back breaker for things in a fast nature |
I’m uninspired if I got you feeling less cool |
Try to imagine the stress of being successful |
Experience is how I’m willing to grow |
I’m out to raise a child as if the child was one of my own |
Yeah, it’s vicious, the road to riches. |
Had to change my approach; |
To enjoy it for what it is and not for what I had hoped |
It’s so refreshing! |
No waiting. |
I’ve celebrated my patience |
The motivation I have to create and holding it sacred |
You need to be you and not be them, to process this; |
For thinking I just talk real slick. |
I won’t expire! |
I’m hip-hop's ‘sigh of relief.' |
You don’t agree? |
Then God wanted you to die in your sleep |
They keep telling me I’m this and that, but they know this shit is phat |
What I’ve done and where I’m at, no such thing as turning back |
Come on admit it, I’m polished and photogenic |
To witness a flow this vivid is living a mile a minute |
Your mind is the only type of a prison I want to visit; |
To look at the home you built for yourself and call it exquisite |
My comfort level? |
Hey, I’m willing to risk |
‘Till you’re thinking I’m ill enough to make the top of your list |
I’m my greatest opponent, homey! |
And this moment is ours |
And we want to blow your speakers like nobody does, ‘cause… |
My golden years to spend as I choose |
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them! |
This is why I wear my hat crooked |
Mistook it? |
This is why I wear my hat crooked |
My golden years to spend as I choose |
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them! |
This is why I wear my hat crooked |
Mistook it? |
This is why I wear my hat crooked |
My golden years to spend as I choose |
To document things I did or went through, to conquer them! |
This is why I wear my hat crooked, crooked |
«I saw Spy there and I saw him, and I’ll never forget. |
His hat was to the side, |
just like this. |
Now whenever I start breaking, I got a hat on, you know this |
is just like, straight Spy. |
This is the Spy in me, you know what I mean?» |