Sunday, 29 January 2017

Anarchistic Revival official lyrics ("everywhere I go...")



(verse 1)
I hate me. I rape me. I was raped. Time to hate. Lately, I haven't been getting raped. If I've been getting raped, then I've been lied to. It's an 8. Minus 2. Then I say, "I'm late". 'Cause I'm not the guy who runs the tri-state. And, how is it a 3? WHY ARE YOU VIBING WITH ME?! I thought it was 4. Philly included. Feel me, 'cause this moment is the movement. Add Detroit (and) you add 5. Black lies. In the back of my mind, I wonder if it's past my time. I'm the guy who has to shine. And I'm the guy who's shining for the guy who's shining. And the guy who's shining is the guy who's rhyming. I don't find it. I define it when I find it. And I am "not it". But I am nodding. While I'm nodding. I told you while I'm not a problem, I am a problem. It's wild. I got a problem. It's 'cause I'm not ME, and I'm not a problem.

(Hook)
Everywhere I go.
I always think about you everywhere I go.
I always think I see you everywhere I go.
But do I need to need you, everywhere I go?
I gotta see, so let me go...

(verse 2)
Egypt. I love you. Loved you, too. Fuck witchu. Nobody can fuck with what we do. But it's and it's up to ...who? And I gotta do what for who? Sacrifice this fucking clue and I'm stuck with being... well, 2. "And what are you up to?", says the dude who's been reading and writing. I see that it's lightning. I need to be frightened. "He is exciting!" And I am the *he* I'm liking. And I am the *he* who's been liked. And I ain't been liked by the *hes* of the guys who need Jesus Christ to be on the mic. And I'm nicer than Jesus when I write with a thesis. He only got quoted. Meaning, what was spoken was written. And what's spoken ain't written. I hope you notice it. If you don't, you know what you need to give. I can see you. I can see within. But can you see me when I grin?

(Hook)
Everywhere I go.
I always think about you everywhere I go.
I always think I see you everywhere I go.
But do I need to need you, everywhere I go?
I gotta see, so let me go...

(verse 3)
Yo. Let me carve. Let me just die. Let me get SKE out of my mine. He's a great guy. He can rhyme. I bit his style. I'm not as nice as him, but in a while he'll probably have a little child. Like TD Jakes would say. Take away *sex* and you'll be given a break today. I take *sex* away, as The Scorpion. Hopefully with music, I don't need force again. I didn't use force then, didn't force Him (me) to be Him-ly when on the m-i-c, but he listens to me. Probably nothing more to say, but listen to me. It's a glorious day. Because I'm still alive, and speaking. I'm dying and creeping inside, and wishing I was dying while speaking. But I am the reason why I'm speaking. I denied the guys who I be with because I am not defined by three sixes.  I'm Moor-er for the beat. Believe me. It's hard to be far while I sleep. It's hard to be scarred when I'm wide awake and it's easy to be scarred while I lie, awake. I lie away. Hi to Dre. Bye to they. Hi, they. Right back. Back-back-B(ey). And if it's a bi- or bae... fuck it. I'm high anyway.

(Hook)
Everywhere I go.
I always think about you everywhere I go.
I always think I see you everywhere I go.
But do I need to need you, everywhere I go?
I gotta see, so let me go...

(outro)
I just wanna know... well, you know what? I don't even have to know why. I already know why. It's always best to stay in the mind. Unfortunately, we walk amongst the physical. I figured things out a while ago. I ain't figure me out yet. And I've been judged and persecuted... insulted... for so long. So... I'm ready to whenever. If I'ma stay, things can't stay the same.

And then? I don't even care no more. But I did see a vision. Sonic the Hedgehog, forever. Silver the Hedgehog, forever. SEGA, forever. Shadow, you're guilty. Unforgiven. But I love you.













Feel this.



















~follow the buzzards~

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