ZAYN - GRIPTIGHT

zayngrieve on August 10, 2011 17:42

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    nujabes beat,
    lyrics
    first verse -

    i'de like to be where all these nice things are/
    but all things nice seem to hide these scars/
    to be slightly charred, like bait thats fed the moths/
    an empty corpse with no name who sells his thoughts/

    and they might laugh, but hey lifes fast/
    and age wont wait, dont waste times pass/
    so write raps, tight grasp, maybe you could make this mic last/
    tear a smile with a slight scratch/

    climb side paths, with a nervous cough/
    its further, in the rivers heard of, his words are lost/
    the styx like burning frost, got you swallowing the truth/
    and its still hollow in this booth/

    even though i follow through, countless amounts of times/
    it doesnt matter, its still found, bound inside/
    you try to grasp it before it ends/
    its like elastic that just doesnt bend/

    (hook, chorus )

    seond verse -

    and if i've missed something, question the pictures i've bent/
    i didnt twist shit, maybe its your visions thats squint/
    clouds of ink, surround sound allows a glimpse/
    swallowing sun beams in one scream without a flinch/

    never stopping it, hip hop n shit /
    locking hits off the tip, i'm dropping kids off like an orphanage/
    i'm on top of this , not anonymous/
    you know who it is, and if you dont then you must be off your off your tits/

    but let me get back to the days when it was all skill, all real/
    and this product was just still evolving/
    glamour and glitz, still hadnt began to bewitch /
    when rappers had passion before it mattered if you were rich/

    just beats, life and lyrics was all we needed/
    coz beats life and lyrics had built this society/
    a dying breed, in dyer need, survive to breath/
    so i take breaths of death before i realease/

    but maybe we're just living in the past and we should give it up/
    but maybe we're just making what we really love/
    and arnt the ones who got them people screaming with their evils up/
    atleast when we speak, people feel it from the heart/

    coz from the start, i've been part of the bap voice/
    so fuck swag point, alloys, and cash points/
    we sing a sad noise, pass joints and act annoyed/
    so stand up like i rapped it with a tannoys/

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