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New jazzy piano styled hip hop song by paradigm and I. Based out of Honolulu, Hawaii. Follow paradigm on soundcloud if you haven't he's talented and underrated!! @paradigmxhi
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LYRICS :
Swear to God if I have another catastrophy/
You'll see my brain matter scatter straight across the galaxy/
Take that as metaphor you analytic fuckers/
With your noses always sniffing others supper, its disgusting/
Take that as a joke
Cause no one gives a shit/
I'm moving up the latter at a pace
Im never satisfied with/
Im trynna chizzle out my pieces bit more adequate/
My standards hit the roof
Like all these stanzas
Living proof I practice accuracy/
Actually, I'm actively adding up different patterns/
Increasing my lack of stamina, never came with a hand book/
Pan out the damn vocals
Gash with a slash zoro/
Stand up with your chest expanded
Keep your damn focus/
I'm a wound exposed and open
I ignore it, closed the door/
I feel myself been restoring itself in order/
Im playing the chords of life
Sort of orchestrating and orchestra/
Stuck a fork in the norm,
Forming formulas
Out of former stuff/
[Verse 2]
I flip writtens like vynal over a beat/
Leave uhm buried beneath deceased, found the pieces to form the peace/
But assembling bits and fragments to fit it is time consuming/
The flower is blooming, and soon to be hitting the roof/
I been spittin the truth
But most of you sit there confused/
Got a couple though that relate when I speak upon certain issues/
I'm kicking that out the window for now, or using ju jitsu/
I'm using this time specifically spittin shit off the mental/
I've written em in my solitude cooped In a booth or bedroom/
In tuned with an instrumentals,
Infused and glued to a pen/
Just a vision straight out my optical often without a lens/
Or a place to store what I see is in store for me In the end/
Im ascending
And lengthening up my senses/
And sentences, separating the definite from deafening deficit/
They're extending in measurement
Bout that time I received some credit/
I'll never whither to pressure, I'll always push up against it/
