I'll be me, you be you be the true you
I can see straight through you
I'll be me now but you be you
Be the true you
I can see straight through you
Take the mask off
I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps
Eat prose
Hear rhymes screamed when the breeze blows
Drink, flow, clutch mic, touch sight
Taste vision
A successor to Antigone's tradition
London born, bred, raised
London's in my guts
London is a savage place full of strangers
It's too abrupt it's too immediate
It's too cold and it's too sprawling
But London is as London does
And I hear London calling
And I've got to reply
Creep the streets at night
I'm like you can beat us once
We won't be beaten twice
I live to eat the mics
My peace exists in spittin' bars
Was skippin' class to walk a little
Further down a different path
All my friends were hittin' bars
Sniffin' halves
Getting ripped apart, nicking cars
Contemplating living large i was on top of a
Mountain screaming dreams into existence
Watch the city life from a distance
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade believe
I carve lyrics into cubicle doors
Like they were pyramid walls
And these were hieroglyphs
Hold mics with an iron fist
Mind is a storm, rhymes are the eye in it
Evil in the world but I'm
Peaceful in spite of it
Snakes never understood the way
That lions live hear wisdom in the rain
It falls like words fall from dying lips
I waste a lot of time getting high but look
I wore my bones dry trying to
Climb the cliffs of knowledge
I heard that if you wanna rap, ok
You've got to read
I read Shakespeare, Beckett, Blake, Sophocles
Ancient mythology, eastern philosophy
Got stained glass panels for eyes
Where the apostles breathe
So come on do what you can, do what you must
In these times they make me leave
So much that we can trust
Vanity and lust descend upon
Us like the dusk, but me
I'm barefoot in the fire pit
Dancing through the dust
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
I remain bare faced in your masquerade ball
I speak with the same tongue
Them old poets spoke with
Whiplash a sequence of words into an opus
Hope is a concept, alien to hopeless
Folks with their complex and
Their failure to focus
Broke, not my pockets but my personhood
I'm fractured
Like postmodern texts where the
Chapters go backwards
Rope burnt my hands and foot soles
AI looked Prose dead in the eye
She had thick brows and a hooked nose
And she made this reply
When I asked her why the shittest of scribes
Are getting published
Why the farcical flourish at
The expense of the
Artful who nourish the artform
And she's like: "Onlyin darknessare
Starsboooooooooooooooorrrnn"
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in your masquerade ball
Bare faced in the masquerade
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Harder I try, larger my prize
Faster I fly, faster I fall
Bare faced in this masquerade ball
Peace maker never started no brawl
If I did it was a small one and hardly at all
Bare faced in the masquerade
I'll be me, but you be you
But be the true you believe me
I see straight through you
Yeah, I'll be me, you be you
But be the true you believe
Me see straight through you
Yeah, bare faced, ugh!
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
I got both eyes fixed
On a darkening, darkening, darkening
I got both eyes fixed on a darkening sky
Bare faced forever
And if you're bare faced too
Then maybe we can be bare faced together
I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps
Eat prose
Hear rhyme scream when the breeze blows
Drink flow, clutch mic, touch sight
Taste vision
Success into Antigone's tradition
London born, bred, raised
London's in my guts
London is a savage place full of strangers
It's too abrupt it's too immediate
It's too cold and it's too sprawling
But London is as London does
Тогда, может быть, мы сможем быть голыми вместе
Я толкаю его из груди, дышат рэпами
Ешьте прозу
Слушайте рифму кричать, когда дует ветерок
Поток напитков, сцепление сцепления, прикосновение
Вкус зрения
Успех в традиции Антигоны
Лондон родился, разводился, вырос
Лондон в моих кишках
Лондон - дикое место, полное незнакомцев
Это слишком резко, это слишком непосредственно
Слишком холодно и слишком растягивается
Но Лондон, как и Лондон
