Illogic, Blueprint - The Only Constant (Celestial Clockwork ) lyrics
[Illogic, Blueprint - The Only Constant Celestial Clockwork lyrics]
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
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 IVs 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
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
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 IVs 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