Sole - Bottle Of Humans lyrics

rate me


I've been so many places

In my life and time

Yes, I've sung a lot of songs

I've made some bad rhymes

Top of the world

Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back

Every second page is anthem

Perfected writ mood

In the perfect world I set the perfect mood

And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue

Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love

Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia

My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and

The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen

My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some

Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come

Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure

No aggression, why they've got to learn,

if they don't things won't get any better

Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating

in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit

Walking the surface of my red carpet

These are distress signals spanning you and I

Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization

A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)

But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm

By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess

So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains

My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn

This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong

I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest

Police in dead skin, I'm so East,

well then why did I end up on the West???

Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,

and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc.

ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind

More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement

So when the chain still smells

like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching

To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,

run up the damsels

Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn

This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,

On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride

A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood

To live and die a thousand times


Ever been to Hell?

This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments

The infrastructure is dead

Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,

no beggin'

No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast

??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk

Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones

This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill

Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips

And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now,

so I don't need to take her to the hotel

This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh

It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal,

my whole life's a freestyle set

The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head

The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead

It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow

Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known

It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,

So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name

Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,

and hip-hop is a thoroughfare

Keep your sights set

What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?

I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga

It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts

This is the verge, the melting point

When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore

This is psychopath, this is psych rap

With violence, violence

My life is stranded on an island with no food

and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left

No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned

We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights

choppin' up keys to break the floodgates

Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up

Or maybe this is turntable music,

scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours

Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say

Don't take anything literal, out-of-context,

just take it for what it is

If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong

Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)


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