Syntax junkies - Rooftop Bars lyrics
[Syntax junkies - Rooftop Bars lyrics]
Born of the sun beating of life
I breathe life in the planet
With the speeches i write
Supreme divine holy being in
A demons disguise
Keeping it tight cloned serpent and
I'm seeking to strike
Synthetic humanoids existing inside
Of an algorithm
Predetermined outcomes within a
Calculated system
Found your prison tucked inside your minds
Eyes our divisions blindsided knife
Find a pipe like a joust
I'm out with the rest
Blended and I'm hidden till death
Got no respect for the
Hypocritic ministers bless
Living it less then you screet
When I'm filling my checks
Chilling my chest breathe in frost
In a villanous den
But warm up in the glow of the sol
Thoughts form into one and become
As we lower control
Opening holes in reality our vocals exposed
Shown through causality our poetry quotes
Notably don't my smokey speech
Is blowing ya domes
Ill quench a fire in your belly
With a toran of flows
Our Lord is a hoax, creators hear a court
In the show, it's more than a joke
It's morbidly distorted and gross
This life is twisted if you missed
It then you oughta have dosed
This life is twisted if you missed
It then you oughta have dosed
This life is twisted if you missed
It then you oughta have dosed
This life is twisted if you missed
It then you oughta have dosed
Check it, ya
Thought junkies what ya gonna say next
Watch me spray TECs blind
Beats leave ya braindead
Know we stay fresh from the
Dawn till the days end
Never rainchecked I'm worth my
Weight in gems fuck a paycheque
Stay vexed
It's nerve killing the mic with mr blind on
The beat and he's bringing it nice
Lifting the vibe cause we
Learnt this shit from
Rippin' a rhythm so consistent
That your listening twice spittin' divine
Reverend blessin' with the finetics
I'm embellishing my
Sentences delicate the pen and letters
Representing for my brethren resurrecting
The method of the
Era of invention through hip hops conception
Lift of ya head with scripts
From my rhyme pad try and find a rapper with
The fly styles like that
Let me in the cypher
Youll never get the mic back
Cause my line light sent to
Fry all these tripe cats
Cause if it ain't me
It's jolly rotten on the scene raw
When he hit the beat it's like
He's bombin' it with c4
Dropping MCs just speak horse
Wanna retort but you couldn't
Step to these 4 you know
Those kids that flow so sick you
Wanna pull a dip get
Your throat kicked get your own
Schtick so you know this
Junkies on the dope shit
Wrecking flows so you better
Bet we blow quick wHAT
Thought junkies, nerve, jolly rotten
(i fucked up my last 4 bars
Fucked up my last 4 bars) kyel gollllyyy
Eyel olllyyy aha