Bound by War

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Primitive

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I'm back in my element with acts of benevolence
Was speaking with the Devil couldn't tell you what the hell he said
At different levels of intelligence
Penmanship evident, been resting on the precipice
Now its time to shine
Witness the consistency like rise and grind or daily bars
I crave the craft, peeps amazed at the way that I'm playing these cards
Argh! Where's my etiquette at?
He said he had 9 lives and I fed him his cat!
Remember the facts: I'm rocking out with elephant tracks
Heavy on wax, bangin' til the pendulum cracks
Spittin my truth, fricken lit in the booth
Rippin the roots, bounce if ya feeling the tunes
With that boom bap sound to the rhythm of loops
Time to move that crowd with my lyrical juice
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
It's safe to say: we all relate to pain
Mistakes are made, never too late to change
Awakened flames, basically embrace the rage
My greatest motivation is a naked page
Maintain as i dig in the archives
Spittin darts, clinging to the pyramids dark side
Winters of harshlight, splinters of glass pipes
Through lyrics i describe what I lived in a past life
My inner critic is addicted to pain
A mixture of shame inflicted when he whispers my name
Digs at my brain, convinced I'm a victim of blame
Been 15 years he's like shit hasn't changed
But it's not the same... only hip hop remains
I was a big shot piss pot that ripped off his mates
Crippled by fate, Primitive I lived in a cave
Was waiting to be saved from the grip of decay
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
I paint a picture with a thousands words
Nouns and verbs: like crowns that were browned by earth
I'm underground so i tap in the roots
And tunnel through the visions that were trapped in my youth
Passion produced through rap with a backing of loops
I write a passage of truth
My right of passage is truth
Yeah, back in the booth and I'm eager to spit
I'm: practically loose but my feet have a grip
Hustle and flow, it's through struggle I've grown
Hunger and hope coupled with the love of the shows
I was humbled through destruction from the rubble I rose
I was running through the numbers and the puzzles I wove
F*ck it I froze, disgusted how I lived my life
Livin a: sick love of a twisted mind
I kicked Drugs but he bit my time
Shifted lies and ripped through the blistered night
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
When it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
Couldn't: look in his eyes while he took his own life

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