TZU - Axis Tilt lyrics

rate me

The city is on acid

The city is on... fiyaah!

The city is on acid... fiyaah!

Paint a picture with language and memory

Beaten into shape with the rhythm and melody

My performance more like therapy

Translate poetry to punishable heresy

And so you know it, cliche's the enemy

Freestyle skill level more like telepathy

Word play grey matter designed for damaging

Down for chaos, getting up to anarchy

And I'm managing, heart beat galloping

And I'm actually gravity's mannequin

And I'm back again, there in the front

Tryna make sense but sense don't come

It don't matter, tonight I'm brave

My behaviour strange and depraved

I stay awake for days on end

With an MPC and a mic and a pen

I got a problem with space, there's lots of it

In the city, I can't get enough of it

I like the touch of it, infinite rush of it

In life, we stand on the cusp of it

In death, we dress in the best of it

That's the promise that we keep when we borrow from it

It takes a body and a heart to stay solid

You got a heart, tell me what you get from it

City got reception, cross interference

Speed through tunnels, rap feel got the clearance

Slack on the beat like smack on the dealers

Watch the beat drop, street got heat

Not one of them on me, fear not, I'm fearless

You can fake fantasy but can't fake the realness

Cause the dumpsters got the landfill in it

And the waste of the city, some stealing it

And these words are a back alley deal and it

Ain't that hard for you to tell who's feeling it

Cause mama got a gun and she's holding it

Hip Hop interrogator still not solving it

Dropout demonstrator, finger on the pulse

Can't ever take the heart or the soul from it

Drunk, sober, the night ticks over

As the rays of the sun draw closer

Shed light on the ugliness running this

In a cipher outside the pub and shit

Magic, ignite like matchstick

Still pumping out smoke with the factories

Plug into the feed, now fantasy

No game, now to play all reality

No switch for you to go and rerecord it

Move foreword, the future calls

And all four walls are like Mediatronic

Snow crash the brain, no trees for the forest

The streets in chaos, are the demons upon us?

Or are we the beings who be bringing on the ruckus?

Language is a virus that breeds in the silence

Feeds on the minds of people who devised it

Books and the poems and the slang that designed it

Reality defined by the words we assign it

We gave a name to the apple and the diamond

Dive in the depth in the realm of Poseidon

Speak with a breath that ring like the horizon

Meaning has a melody that rings like a siren

Sings like a siren, spins like a DJ

Playing for the players in the Arkham Asylum

Now hit the replay and analyse timing

And look what I made harnessing lightning

To battle the right-wing and travel the day

See what the night bring, get out of the way