Riff Knives - First Round Knock Down lyrics

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Verse 1 (Hempzee#93)

Sometimes writing these poems and aiming them towards your dome

The rhyme’s a knife that slices your most vulnerable zone

On a mission to make you listen paint the picture I’m showing

As the cut wakes one half kills the part of you that’s a clone

This Stockholm syndrome is not the one that’s globally known

This thing that irritates me is the concept of a norm

The one that’s counting all the numbers of creations that you form

Rather than judging the quality of which they perform

According to me, that’s how jealousy is born

Facing indoctrination is standing still in a storm

It seems easy when this persona loan grabs you on

Now you got something to lean on now you don’t got your mom

But you don’t notice when you’ve become a prisoner of your own

Of course you don’t believe you can break free and stand upon

With a force inside yours loss of laws can cross the chores all alone

This melody’s a phone call to take y’all home

Verse 2 (Hempzee#93)

How many balls in the air u jugglin?

Before your artery gone pop dropping pulse and balls up here

Appearin to be something you’re not thinkin you’re hot

Thanks a lot to the lot of people equal a spot in the parking lot

meaning stop

And chill! Realize what characterizes

A good life isn’t fully booked calendars it paralyzes

To say I’m takin some things slowly for a while there’s

no reason to be ashamed

Those of you with point of view who says so are somewhat deranged

Awakes the toxicologist exhorting this extortion

0-8:s get outta this portion of obsession for fortune

Delivered daily for all yo to be swallowed

Like raw eggs for Balboa before he fought Apollo!

The only difference this is the straight opposite

Instead of proteins for muscles for brains it’s toxic shit!

It numbs the functions that used to be chemically fit!

Rocky knockdown first round one hit!

(solo)

Verse 3 (Gato#92)

Ah check it out;

Let's spin here for a while and play with the thought that you would

just let it all drop and make a sudden stop half through

the never-ending pathway of completion would your brain like

corn go "pop" or could it maybe switch away the frustration?

A character based upon how many hits on Google search engine

Now think, really think, how you think that it would be to just

Rely upon the unruly course of faith and destiny

Nothing is set; the stone crumble at the touch as you

Proceed in your journey toward this life's highest notch

And what if you make it to be that everything

that you always dreamed about

The dissatisfying image in the mirror suddenly seem to fade out

The flaws have all disappeared, and you’ve arrived at the end of the line

The search is over, no more, and all the stars have all aligned

But something has got to replace that great powerful source

Now that the mission is fulfilled, and the secret is yours

But surely wont the satisfaction erase the fact that you still lie awake

Thinking am I a person I like, or a person I hate?