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Food For Thought

HomeMadeTracks on April 12, 2011 21:14

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This song is essentially 4 minutes straight of intense rapping. It is meant to demonstrate stamina and lyrical skill. The punchlines rhyme from beginning to end. There are no breaks.... it was recorded straight through.


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  • HomeMadeTracks
    HomeMadeTracks at 2.46 on November 24, 2011 18:28

    Rest in Peace Stacy my dear... 11-4-11

  • HomeMadeTracks
    HomeMadeTracks on April 12, 2011 22:52

    Ask and ye shall receive...

    Food for Thought

    Every man is wise in his own eyes and thinks that he's smart
    Reality is that most aren't and don't know squat
    I've walked long enough in bull to know to hike up my shorts
    and bought more than enough of it to know buyer's remorse

    I've fought too long and hard for this to get lost in the sauce
    i'd rather be the entree - or the main course
    This is food for thought for distraught minds who are starved
    No Strings attached free of charge I invite you to gorge

    The choice is yours - a la mode or a la cart
    Hope you brought your appetite open wide and say "ahhhh"
    Don't mince words but it's nice to spice em up with some salt
    Taste buds are excited vital vitamins are absorbed

    Consider these my alms - for the afflicted and poor
    Reachin out my arms tryin to lift them off of the floor
    So blind they don't recognize how parched they are
    Which is precisely what my - counterparts are counting on

    We need a renaissance the likes of which never been before
    Fresh start like the aftermath result from Noahs Ark
    The sure-fire cure - now they've all been forewarned
    Sayonara thug rappers time to swim with the sharks

    This is quite a rare sight combining science and art
    And a stark (shift) (difference) from the all too common mish mosh
    Oh my Gosh - how long can we survive this assault
    We're Being Bombarded By a Barrage of pompous garbage

    This is why - I don’t hold em in the highest regards
    After all they ain’t the sharpest tools inside the garage
    Or the Smartest fishes - swimming inside of the ponds
    Bout as bright as the average stereotypes of a blonde

    Idiotic but not savants with their childish facades
    Perform plethoras - of pointless tripe and like an applause
    Don't get me wrong I got a long list of character flaws,
    But that don't mean I won't point out hip hops obvious faults

    No matter - who I piss off, they Misses and Messieurs
    Violent Repertoires are mostly a giant mirage
    How they talk you'd think their as tall as Kareem Abdul Jabar
    and when they stomp - leave footprints the size of dinosaurs

    Pish Posh - all these exaggerated metaphors
    The difference is light and dark between their bite and their bark
    If you're the net type i'll give you something to write in ya blogs
    Oldschool? Pull up command line and type it in dos

    Hype is a farse - Brian's comin to silence the frauds
    Pullin cards left and right just to strike a few cords
    I'll be the - fly on your walls that you never could swot
    The Macintosh guy Justin Long to your Microsoft

    You can, catch me on Myspace minus the brauds
    Cause fiesty whores turn princes right into frogs
    Besides - I got a wife and shes the dime of em all
    So I’m inclined to keep my Johnson locked up tight in my drawers

    I treat this albatross of mine - like an obstacle course
    Divin through closing doors dodging fallin rocks crawlin on all fours
    Laughin with contempt at the impossible odds
    It's possible God there's no need to keep my fingers crossed

    Cuz Christ is my Lord, who was crucified on the cross,
    Risin from a corpse sure defies society's laws
    The one Messiah that ain't tall tales and folk lure
    Forfeited himself - swapped his for ours

    Like United States brave soldiers dyin in wars marching abroad
    by their own accord fightin for our stripes and stars
    Equipped with heart you can't buy in any stores
    A part that some are born with, fire in their core

    Am up high on cloud 9 but down to fight for the cause
    Like my life but i'll die if that's the price that it costs
    We ain't alike in the slightest if you would find that bizarre,
    Therefore you can call me psycho or whatever you want

    Regardless - some are called to wear their own crown of thorns
    If this is mine call me John McCarthy “let's get it on”
    I'll be like skywalker fightin darth minus the force
    solo like hans a real bona fide Harrison Ford

    Thats for sure, I ain't no look alike for Ryan Ford
    but don't take me light cuz I don't got the height or the Brawn
    Don't got an entourage but got lots of moral support
    So you've been misinformed if you heard doubts about my resolve

    I'm a - chip off the old block of what I was taught
    Spawned from a shortline with staunchbonds that like defyin norms
    Just a - lost cause that some would like to ignore
    Thats fine I don't mind I'm used to people writin me off - thats right

    Life is too short to be a whiny poor sport
    Err on the side of caution - isolated and withdrawn
    So I don't got no Qualms 'bout souring my rapport
    When they call my reports bias narrow minded and harsh

    Not the type to white wash or tell you what you find fond
    Cause some might be appalled water down my dialogues
    I abhor - hypocritical writers so much more
    Then I can elaborate on in an audible form

    Rest assured - this grapevine is ripe for reform
    Before I shut my mic off here's my final remarks so check it....
    I won't be satisfied at all - Till my songs are
    Timeless like Mozart or Diana Ross (That's all..)

  • HomeMadeTracks
    HomeMadeTracks on April 12, 2011 22:36

    haha thx. I could go on and on but i've found that live crowds start to get A.D.D. after about 3 minutes :)

    Searching for lyrics to post now....

  • mario-marotta
    mario-marotta at 4.40 on April 12, 2011 22:26

    {didn't want it to end | but i guess you need to breathe at some point | now all we need is a transcription lol}

  • mario-marotta

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