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TANTRIC lyrics - Tantric

Mourning

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Is there something that you are trying to say Don't hold back now It's been a long time since I felt this way So don't hold back now I purposely forgot about Loving anyone Cause I'm the only one who has Who has been stepped upon Is there something that you are trying to say Cause I can take it Cause I grew up a man this way And if I'm hurt I'll shake it I'll crawl back into my cave That's how I'll make it Cause out of all this hurt we have Beauty thus become Beauty thus become [Chorus:] In the mourning I can see the sights No wonder I could never keep you satisfied In the mourning I can see inside Myself and all the things that you were trying to hide [Repeat] Wishing all the best for you And now I will say goodbye Cause all the shit that we've been through Put wisdom in my eyes So walk away, don't turn around Cause I won't be standing here Cause all the lies that I've been living through Are becoming very clear And beauty thus become [Chorus] Then you conned me into thinking That all I had was you The small insinuations Were cutting me through Cutting me through And now I stand alone here Stronger than before And I'll never go back Never go back Never go [Chorus x2]

Merit

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
All right I can hear the ocean in a shell, but, for the life of me, I never heard your surges more than raindrops in a well. Paladin tribe, break beat elitists. Element five, fully sold on operation, jeopardised on my survival. I will survive when sprayed by heavens liquid ammunition, I'll survive when betrayed by my brethren's wicked ambitions, I'll survive when grated with shut-eye sticky thickets and thorns, born clutching a fistful. It hurts: morbidly blissful, forms spiraling. Sovereigns bring the rise from the funnel; a chorus line of blind crazes tap the water, find the tunnel. As skinny clique mechanics flock to block pick of the land, we stretch the earth around the canvas dragging stick in the sand and pan the hell out! Amid your tireless bold, behold that iris spits clips subtly on supremacy, therefore, blemishes me. Oh, the treacherous penalty centers me, renders me vague, skating slalom through this churning murder columns I am not entirely trained to undo the shame, and all I got's three pennies and a rusty mic unto my name, unto my game, the father Siamese approach to whose delinquent dichotomy cops Emerald City in wonderous novelty. Drink drum, sip a snare to spit a rigid sequence, that's when freak sons Fade to Black, like these pretty pink lungs, slugger. Paper dolls facade as swash buckler. (yeah) Bounty hunt the front to document the frosh cluster. I am structure with a smoke ring, militant distinction with a cloak-and-dagger stagger prime directive, and all else burrows itself amongst drunken perspective. (c'mon) Fade me. I flee the scene, grippin' the missing link like chain gang escapees. (I'm sayin') BUILD ME (me) KILL ME (me) We cadets hold determination as property undeniably divine; we leak passion for the noise. There is not a track to cherish from he who lacks merit. And all I think about's the motion, exerted to color mavericks alerted. Herd a billion nervous lost child prodigies home to flourish. Now taciturn facets burn open to yield malarkey navigator when wrestled on fancy driftwood out the vessel and I settle. A conquest: stamp it, label it fresh. (fresh) I, in turn, apply policies which require intrinsic merit. (uh) Try to wallow down these yellow bricks with yesterdays appendix on hold; spot it like sky horizon, exposed to bar-codes. Load your fantasy. Interject a bad dream candidly, blue in the face, through in the chase between myself and fame's embrace. Face engaging, presence resonant with chiaroscuro atmospheric traps inhabit the land of denied clearance. (yeeah) Pigeon hold styles, drop similar. The course the corpse patients lacing non sequitur's that spittle off the chin. (spittle of the chin) Upon the recognition, pilot soften up the grin spinning me dizzy, cold. Bending my city to hold water. Yeah, we got affiliates. Cadet merit and brilliance. Clever corporal[?] king-thing, crooked I shrink, I sink into my book. It's, like, fury blew the scaffolding askew, and tainted curiosities allowed the freak show to continue. Forty thieves received the cue: commence blending a plan (yeah and that was spooky) and decorate the dusk like henna to hand. We unknowingly sketched the pentagram by sending clans of caffeinated couriers upon a quest to run the perfect circle around a star. Bizarre pattern with a bad vibe like Jafar to Aladdin; pardon the carbon-based blaze amongst the stagnant trend frenzy, it offends me. Wait, ain't it the liquid soul therapy? I sip to grip a stationary pillar yet we slipped these boogie nights, sucked wattage from rookie lights. Now you proud. I'ma be there when you rush in, just to touch the mushroom cloud. Drink failure Lord have mercy on their dreams... pretty pixels tend to trickle down the screen. Know what I mean? (I scream) BUILD ME (me) KILL ME (me) We consider fresh soundplay we seek frighteningly close to extinct.,, My life line is an assignment: to feed the arts my spirit and to bleed merit The conclusion is subtle: Huddled amongst hermitic gutter-bugs, peasants, and drunks, junkies to critics, sick dictators, haters, kings to alley urchins, monarchs, narcs to liars circling the wild fires, (fires) live wires; I tend to plan an action less than orderly in, with an otherwise uncommonly primer to normalcy torn, (torn) these trades fade as cadavers due to conflicting data matter. First heard as remarkable is now labeled as unmarketable. Damn, thorn in my side... Now the high five hives despised from feedings of alien seedlings, retreating... Burst the threshold, make the vessel capsize, then the hollering's of buoyant survivors treading evoke dreaded Leviathan! Dead it. Headed to crunch the world of MC etiquette by dismantling mics prior to passing towards degenerates. How do you like that settlement? You feel that? A maverick like myself bottles the creativity till the cocoon naturally peels back. This little light of mine shines at a hundred billion times the magnitude of every star within an ample sky sample. I alerted my sole crusaders to trade the games; prescribed them strict diets of DDT and Kelthane It fester when ingested, Glorious vellum addressing helots to zealots, to Jezebel's to hellish felons, granted my span of attention is not what it used to be, but most of y'all delinquents ain't amusing me no more... Get Merit.

The Don's Cheek

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
[Verse 1:] Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek 360 on the Seadoo in a tux Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch Placido Polanco Crib, his bitch was black She started purring, I kissed the cat Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair 635 slam like a suplex Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot Beige leather to the calf, where my math at? You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that [Hook:] I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges I got your honor under the armpit The gavel slam and I walk Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing Oriental style shirt Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green [Verse 2:] I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner We moving white like David Spade in the sauna All the money chronological, it look like callaloo Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering I'm pro [Hook]

This Island

AIDEN GRIMSHAW "Misty Eye"
Isolated mind, a teardrop fallen softly calling someone wait for me Imitated lines, you’re staring at the rainbow but your eyes are colorblind This island is suicidal ideas supply the fears inside us I open up my thoughts at night only walls will hold me in I’ll give you everything I’ll give you everything Let it hurt again let it hurt again Behind my eyes I'm terrified now you’re gone, now you’re gone Let it hurt again let it hurt again Behind my eyes I'm terrified now you’re gone, now you’re gone Fascinating shine, a frozen star that’s chosen just to lighten up the sky Animated highs, you’re searching for the answers but the question is why This island is suicidal ideas supply the fears inside us I open up my thoughts at night only walls will hold me in Let it hurt again let it hurt again Behind my eyes I'm terrified now you’re gone, now you’re gone Let it hurt again let it hurt again Behind my eyes I'm terrified now you’re gone, now you’re gone You used to love me Do you still love me? You used to hold me Do you still hold me? Now you’re gone, now you’re gone, now you’re gone You used to love me Do you still love me? You used to hold me Do you still hold me? Now you’re gone, now you’re gone, now you’re gone Let it hurt again let it hurt again Behind my eyes I'm terrified now you’re gone, now you’re gone

Let Me At Them

Inspectah Deck
featuring La the Darkman Dom Pachino Killah Sin Street Life Yeah Ins yo La the Darkman Hit them with the deathblow Yo yo I'm known to spit poems Throw dice and hold tomes Show ice puff bones Hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the valley of kings You catch the killer bee sting Trying to pick up You're fucking with the archbishop Defy me is like starting rap world war 3 You'd rather sell your key to NYPD My style is vicious I rap in a lab and break tensions My words wear jet black hoods looking suspicious We are (Darkman) the trouble fire Ultra harmonizer/ track paralyzer ?Are Tazeena? real/ blood spill On the synthisizer Bwa turn it up a peak Make the speaker tweek/ Iron Shiek/ camel clutch'll be Rapper take your seat In fact, punch a clock/ it's my time to rock Dr. No microscop Engineered this thought that I present on this Comprehend/ while I fill you in/ with a bar of tin And clear the path for the god sin Do them in kid Yo I stay lurking Circling the premisis Start Killah Sin on the search for arch-nemesis Concoctin neuro-toxin out of synonym Send your physical in triple shock Crippled in the detox with no rememberance While I rocks the maximum shows with no minimum Capacity to pack the front row With flows naturally Killing them Swing on stage like jagged pendulums And blow like 30 schrapnel grenades with no pins in them Why I risk it/ Killah Hills district We flip shit/ egotistic I hold ground with twin biscuits Put it up I lay it down My street sound surround Shaolin bound/ Flash flood watch you might drown Headliner/ move through the city like a sidewinder Island drifter, black vagina finder Lounging by the sea shore/ switch like bloody raw And slap hardcore dick your main ?width? bitch Toppsy of Bacardi Pina Low crawling through Medina Slumped in the seven seater/ dumpin heaters The bite MIC cause seizure Weak MC's take me to your leader We the true Source Moving off on a charted course My thoughts come across with a blinding force Killer bees plant seeds log on Or get knocked off like a pawn if you dare lock on You are now in the 9th Chamber Where the walls of reality Closing fast on the world of make believe And your fantasy is nothing more than a memory Now bear witness to the realness Show and improvement We live by the sword...

The PJ's

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
Mmmmmmmmm... yeah [Wyclef] (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day [Verse 1] Yo if it wasn't for the PJ's y'all probably never heard of me Y'all be like, 'Who the hell is Wyclef, and what's a Fugee' I'd probably be standin on a corner - watch you approach Steal ya dope, sell ya coke, then snatch ya rope Run for brokes with the cash and the jewels Bows-eye, I hold my breath when I shoot The reason you should hold ya breath; cuz most thugs when they breathe and shoot tecs, they aim right but shoot left Now they flesh being swept off the surface If you ain't B.I.G., you ain't Notorious So why ya man reckless, side-ballin like he holdin heat Someone bring him a bed, for the permanent sleep Weight beneath Jacob's Latter and the Aftermath Don't matter if you use a desert eagle as your armor Blood splatter, glass shatter through the project slums Another one in the obituary column son [Chorus] (PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin on the project walls, all day (PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's The PJ's! PJ's [Verse 2] Before I was signed, I used to move on the block All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Line for line, I make the blind man walk in a straight line to prison - and take a message to Shyne Peace God from the PJ's to Ground Zero It's a 'Hardknock Life' but 'The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow' Walk with a shadow through ghettos, playin in every borough You would think rap was rock they way I carry heavy metal It such a shame, cocaine in ya veins, screamin 'Team Spirit' grippin the shottie like Kurt Cobaine In the projects God, nuttin come easy Gotta deal with the grimy, greasy, the sleasy Move like a professional, young thug funeral Wattchu thought this was another Pepsi commercial Nah it's the art of war, when you least expected it Wyclef the president, the PJ's elected him [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, and to the teachers that said I wouldn't live and my remains would be found under the Verizano Bridge Well I'm alive teach! So put ya theory to rest I ain't Makaveli but I might fake my death Make no mistake, I'm a hip-hop artist Before the diamond in the Billboard, the hood charted it Surburbia bought it, we bootlegged it, we couldn't afford it Cuz in the PJ's we undergroudn like black markets The 'P' stand for public housing The 'R's for respect that ya get, when ya hold down ya set The 'O's for ounces that we flip into ki's The 'J's for the judgement handed by the ju-ry The 'E' is for enter, at your own risk You know the 'C' - that's for the cats that's out to get rich And the 'T'... trust no one And the 'S' is for the snitchers - you know the outcome... [Chorus]

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