Jimi Hendrix, The Mistica - Joe Waters lyrics

Eminem pretty much said
Why be normal when you wanna do
The things that's inside your head
I'd rather be dead put some lead in my bread
Or maybe poison instead
Cause my blood hot as a
Rocket pulling bout 9 G's
Supersonic bionic arms control the leads
Hot wire all around hundred twenty V's
Enough to shock your body into a coffin
Now hold up D, what's this about energy
Thought that you were a rapper
Had to rub my eyes, you see
My resume? Computer engineering okay?
I'm here to stay but the
Music floweth from my mind a divine paradigm
Effortlessly I see reality
Unfolding before me as I spit to the groove
No beat needed, I'm a lazy dude
Driving around town with my windows down
Rapping flat out loud radio off


I'm killing it
Without a doubt I scream and shout
Voice through the microphone, I groan
When I'm in the zone
I was almost home then the
Red and blue lights flashed, my body groaned
Bills to pay, money to throw
But the price on the ticket is something
I don't wanna know, looked at the
Ticket said the fine was zero
This man's my hero

Yeah, well I like to, I
Like to play to myself
And like a minute ago
And whenever I feel down or
Depressed or whatever, you know
I just wanna play
And I can't practice first, it's always
Constantly, what do you call it, like a jam
You know
It's hard for me to remember any notes
Cause, I'm constantly trying to
Create other things
That's why I make a lot of mistakes

Do you read music?

No, not at all

Hot Loaded I go into San
Francisco wearing a cap
Somebody calls me Joe
I turn around see a perfect Afro
On a brother from another mother
Telling me to drop my gun and go to his show
And then he walks me to his car
Convertible fuzzy interior
Grand class show, bumped the guitar
Playing this song I used to know
It was "Hey Joe"
Saved my wife, saved my life
But not my stereo hearing don't you know
Don't you know
Why do they gotta play so loud anyways?
Picked up the bass I love the grace
That can fill up the place
Hertz maybe killa, worth maybe milla
Red glow from the tubes
Off the stack from '68
Replace the arshall with ichelle
You get the name of the
Girl that rings my bell
Pop a few brews, now it's old news
Knock you straight out them shoes
If you touch my beau, i see you
Back it up before I betray you
Spray you down with fists of rage
I gauge my milk by the gallon
Got me wild'n out
Pumping iron not for you but me
So hear me shout
The colossus of clout reduced to a
Name of a candy bar that's quite bizarre
But, I wanna lower the par
How far will it go, I don't know
But, it's gonna take a while
Lemme smile while you shake and groan
I'mma scheme while I sit and
Watch the throne at home
In my room like a sanctuary
I craft away more than a day at a time
Rhyming line after line my spine ached
Learned to sit up straight
Contemplate life's mysteries we got one shot
Don't let it rot
I brought mine loaded lemme break
The lock on the box
See the groove in my step?
I'm still alive you can watch
Me even when I'm dead
Have you got that through ya head
I live on digitally metaphysically
So essentially i've got nothing to fear
For these three minutes fifteen seconds
I'mma take you back in time before 1999
To this place called Union City, California
Holidays with the fam
We used to go to the living room
Imagine there was snow but the food
Ooh pops dropped it hot
In the background Kenny G on lock
Childhood memories distant but not forgot
Reminisce when my brain is on the clock
Who have you got that you call ya
Own when it come down to it
When I'm old and soulful better have
Someone to keep my soul full

Do you even bother to look at yourself not
The surface but deep inside your eyes
Ya life force priorities
The guise put up to hide yourself
Because infinite wealth could be
Yours just be genuine be genuine
Be genuine be genuine be genuine be genuine