Ran Dry Day by Eyeque Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Never knew the stork
Someone else supplied the fork
Lived check to check for support
Affordable care wasn’t an option
Now I fill out 1095’s for sport
Went from corner store to bottle wars
Each hand out laced with all thorns
Everyday made it harder to throttle forward
Someday I’ll be able to repay all dues
Trying to settle scores
Here’s a 40 for the ones who took me in
A blunt for the duo who looked pasted my sins
Twenty cents for friends
Still don’t got plot land
But I got a shelter for the future winds
You’re in for a hot surprise
This mic record makes the sun rise
Bars passed around like weed supply
For those still asking, Who am I?
Want to be recognized next to Rhymesayers
Beats bow to my command, do or die
Sometimes I’m sick of writing cryptic
I want to be an ice burg and sink ships
Get that sweet milk from nipped tits
Dreamed to be a slug and shoot in the atmosphere
Stomp on ants and beat the beast sick
Don’t worry my eyes still dilated
Heard everyone else, I waited
Hated your pop shit, still had the patience
Watched tamed cats gather bread
Now I’m shittin on your wank shit
Here’s my evidence
You’ve now entered Neverland
Two-three, Michael with the ranch
I’m trying to get an IRA through this science
Jacked no son through this trade shit
Stuffed plate full of teething truth
Big Panda on this track eating babu
Not selling out, I’m releasing anger
Now what the fuck ya gonna do?!
[Verse 2]
So when my well ran dry
I didn’t mope around and ask why
Continued to aim for the sky
Flight 11 prepared for takeoff
We ready for conflict, anti-aircraft weapons got hip hop heads stepping
When taxes had me stressing
Listen to this lesson
No matter what, keep your head held high
Take the snake by the head and flex em
Make sure the tongue stops waggling
Don’t shred your skin for no white flag sent
Resistance may be strong but keep paddling
Yes pigs keep the handle flushed but
Being up shit’s creek isn’t an excuse to keep meddling
Get up get out and get something
Not an excuse to stay high, keep your weapon
At hand, metaphorically kill all enemies heading
Towards your door, welcome to war
For sure, Make it reign like a King, snow friend
Birth carriers hooked on the syringe
I guess that put my arm in a pinch
Dreamed about crashing your Benz
Hard work doesn’t serve a clock:
35/7 made a star like Durant
These rappers are full of shit, no way I can fit in
Every fiber of your being can’t stand on two chitlin
Gotta keep spittin
Talking about how you ran the island in ’89
Nas said it, therefore it was written
Cash ruined everything after mead
Rather what’s planted is determined by seed
Not from the hood but that doesn’t lessen what I’ve seen
Ran from nothing except pop shots and pot shops
The finish line isn’t very fleek
When your well runs dry
Keep your head up high
Let your middle finger fly
Put your nose to the grindstone
Let this snot nose their time
[Verse 3]
Hey yo
Sun dripped rays of piss yellow stone
Held up high by a force unknown
Stumbled off the Lucy Ford
Eyes wide shut feel of downright shit tough
Any more movement will riff shots
Of Satan’s rejects, hollow organs feel wrenched
Beginning to end
I’m slinging asteroids from Jupiter belts
Towards canvases that dye onto themselves
Conceived a heart attack
Pain ripped without the left arm attached
If documentation lies brag the screen
Then everything we’ve worked for screams
Out of my mouth til I become unseen
I’m not trying to drown my sorrow in a bottle
But you basic models are in a dream state, trying to win the lotto
Instead of the motto, if you live today you’ll just die tomorrow
My epidermis is like Skeletor, my ceiling is about as high as the bottom floor
You’re trying to upsweep the shore, walking the hallway of wonder lore
Coming up short in your Wonder Years, the end is coming near, who are you fighting for?
Don’t get construed, this isn’t about a lord or what’s at the end of a lying sword
Not a game that you can simply hit end when your mind comes bored
Loose metaphor for you wall plugs to get the cord, light flickers a little more?
Who’s world is this? It’s not mine, nor your’s
While you’re busy fabricating every imagination
Ejaculating to every cannibal masturbation
Meanwhile I have a fascination
With what mashes your face in
Never knew the stork
Someone else supplied the fork
Lived check to check for support
Affordable care wasn’t an option
Now I fill out 1095’s for sport
Went from corner store to bottle wars
Each hand out laced with all thorns
Everyday made it harder to throttle forward
Someday I’ll be able to repay all dues
Trying to settle scores
Here’s a 40 for the ones who took me in
A blunt for the duo who looked pasted my sins
Twenty cents for friends
Still don’t got plot land
But I got a shelter for the future winds
You’re in for a hot surprise
This mic record makes the sun rise
Bars passed around like weed supply
For those still asking, Who am I?
Want to be recognized next to Rhymesayers
Beats bow to my command, do or die
Sometimes I’m sick of writing cryptic
I want to be an ice burg and sink ships
Get that sweet milk from nipped tits
Dreamed to be a slug and shoot in the atmosphere
Stomp on ants and beat the beast sick
Don’t worry my eyes still dilated
Heard everyone else, I waited
Hated your pop shit, still had the patience
Watched tamed cats gather bread
Now I’m shittin on your wank shit
Here’s my evidence
You’ve now entered Neverland
Two-three, Michael with the ranch
I’m trying to get an IRA through this science
Jacked no son through this trade shit
Stuffed plate full of teething truth
Big Panda on this track eating babu
Not selling out, I’m releasing anger
Now what the fuck ya gonna do?!
[Verse 2]
So when my well ran dry
I didn’t mope around and ask why
Continued to aim for the sky
Flight 11 prepared for takeoff
We ready for conflict, anti-aircraft weapons got hip hop heads stepping
When taxes had me stressing
Listen to this lesson
No matter what, keep your head held high
Take the snake by the head and flex em
Make sure the tongue stops waggling
Don’t shred your skin for no white flag sent
Resistance may be strong but keep paddling
Yes pigs keep the handle flushed but
Being up shit’s creek isn’t an excuse to keep meddling
Get up get out and get something
Not an excuse to stay high, keep your weapon
At hand, metaphorically kill all enemies heading
Towards your door, welcome to war
For sure, Make it reign like a King, snow friend
Birth carriers hooked on the syringe
I guess that put my arm in a pinch
Dreamed about crashing your Benz
Hard work doesn’t serve a clock:
35/7 made a star like Durant
These rappers are full of shit, no way I can fit in
Every fiber of your being can’t stand on two chitlin
Gotta keep spittin
Talking about how you ran the island in ’89
Nas said it, therefore it was written
Cash ruined everything after mead
Rather what’s planted is determined by seed
Not from the hood but that doesn’t lessen what I’ve seen
Ran from nothing except pop shots and pot shops
The finish line isn’t very fleek
When your well runs dry
Keep your head up high
Let your middle finger fly
Put your nose to the grindstone
Let this snot nose their time
[Verse 3]
Hey yo
Sun dripped rays of piss yellow stone
Held up high by a force unknown
Stumbled off the Lucy Ford
Eyes wide shut feel of downright shit tough
Any more movement will riff shots
Of Satan’s rejects, hollow organs feel wrenched
Beginning to end
I’m slinging asteroids from Jupiter belts
Towards canvases that dye onto themselves
Conceived a heart attack
Pain ripped without the left arm attached
If documentation lies brag the screen
Then everything we’ve worked for screams
Out of my mouth til I become unseen
I’m not trying to drown my sorrow in a bottle
But you basic models are in a dream state, trying to win the lotto
Instead of the motto, if you live today you’ll just die tomorrow
My epidermis is like Skeletor, my ceiling is about as high as the bottom floor
You’re trying to upsweep the shore, walking the hallway of wonder lore
Coming up short in your Wonder Years, the end is coming near, who are you fighting for?
Don’t get construed, this isn’t about a lord or what’s at the end of a lying sword
Not a game that you can simply hit end when your mind comes bored
Loose metaphor for you wall plugs to get the cord, light flickers a little more?
Who’s world is this? It’s not mine, nor your’s
While you’re busy fabricating every imagination
Ejaculating to every cannibal masturbation
Meanwhile I have a fascination
With what mashes your face in