- SALTNPAPER Sickness 歌词
- SALTNPAPER
- my mind was in need of nurturing tired
and worn down this ground shift in my stance
a chance to turn it around
when the body reeks havoc a speech of sheer madness
could turn into a death trap so run past it
I'm gunnin' runnin' for the door to exit a point in time
whatever you call a stand still in a book of rhymes
I call it life man
you should choose the right plan
I'll live a life span
in front if mic stands
so If I don't keep a level mind
an unhealthy state of rhymes
could lead to rebel lies to self
off the shelf
I wipe the dust from my mind's pages empty spaces
I fill in with pencil drawn faces
to document the different moods and occurrences
they hint to me these pictures move where assurance lives
so I draw the nourishment fruits of the purest ****
and keep the styles up to date and keep moving it
made a few trips
through where the truth lives
back to the roots an old dog learning old tricks
new bits and pieces to fuel the heeling process
I only hear the word of others void the lost message
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
that ill ****
I stay zoned locked up inside my koo koo's nest
but never slip up when doing what I do best
smooth rhythmically script writer speaking in code wizardry
meaning a flow blizzard breeze winds in simplicity
then transmit it over drums and bass lines
spit it for a minute you get it it's too late I'm
climbing up this ladder
leaving behind what isn't needed I take a breather
crank the speakers let the pen bleed it out
over pages, blank sheets, the canvas is
never out-dated I create what's passionate
turning these, otherwise routine, thoughts that visualize painting
pictures like tableaus on infinite skies
chillin' on cloud nine while filling on proud wine
a state of drunkenness pumpin' this with a loud mind
I get inside the beat and rip it from the heart of it keeping
the blood boiling through your veins like an arsonists
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
that ill ****
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