Misguided music by Life MC Lyrics
[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna & etze]
Emcees spitting pixelated pictures that don’t fit into my frame of mind
Blurry portraits on canvases that just are not painted right
Like Van Gogh copies that were sketched under faded light
That’s why I have to take the mic
Graph it up and spray precise
It’s Etch-a-sketch, speak and spell
Two chain weak as hell
Rappers, they’re just shallow but i’m drinking from a deeper well
My culprit [?] ???? all these
Emcees who mistake me for a dead soldier
Will end up as headless vultures
So i respect the culture fully
That’s a true statement
If you’re talking real then hold your mouth like your tooth’s aching
I love that real hiphop when emcees are not faking
Now the foundation is being replaced by exaggeration
Authors with no real imagination just a real infatuation
With fabricating on every track they’re making
Actually acting like being saints at aspiration
Now with money, guns and crime the young they have a fascination
Life, i’m dropping real joints like a clumsy amputation
Since my music gratuation been musicly gravitating
To a higher level super natural rhyme in vessel
Supply you with lines of special
Everytime I hold the mic life I bless you
I’m not here to misguide you or to prime you
I’m dropping jewels, instead of wearing them
Like, that’s how I do
Like heart surgeon’s hands my lyrics reach deep inside you
Father figure spitter who’s always here to advise you [x2]
I’m on that ill shit
Murder beats real quick
I’m still sick
Traces equicell [?] in my hemoglobin, I feel this
From time to time
But the pain motivates my insight for rhymes
Early morning rise and shine
Grab the pen and write some lines
I’ll take it back by making time rewind
To a time when emcees they put more time into rhyming instead of violence and crime
If you climb inside my mind
You will see sublime design
But you should be minding your own business cause Life I minded mine
When you see a diamond shine
Do you think how much it costs or do you think about the african kids’ life inside the mine?
Fuck a gangsta rhyme
What about Palestine?
This world is just a pantomime, just being played out through financial times
And that’s the money it blinds you
The pantomime effect comes into play - every day
Cause it’s all happening behind you
From movies to the music to the news
It’s all designed to - systematically change the way people define you
But my roots are underground hiphop
That’s where you find truth
It’s different from the industry music made to misguide you
I don’t care how much money you have or who you’re signed to
If rappers miseducate the masses that makes us rivals
I’m not here to misguide you or to prime you
I’m dropping jewels, instead of wearing them
Like, that’s how I do
Like heart surgeon’s hands my lyrics reach deep inside you
Father figure spitter who’s always here to advise you [x2]
Emcees spitting pixelated pictures that don’t fit into my frame of mind
Blurry portraits on canvases that just are not painted right
Like Van Gogh copies that were sketched under faded light
That’s why I have to take the mic
Graph it up and spray precise
It’s Etch-a-sketch, speak and spell
Two chain weak as hell
Rappers, they’re just shallow but i’m drinking from a deeper well
My culprit [?] ???? all these
Emcees who mistake me for a dead soldier
Will end up as headless vultures
So i respect the culture fully
That’s a true statement
If you’re talking real then hold your mouth like your tooth’s aching
I love that real hiphop when emcees are not faking
Now the foundation is being replaced by exaggeration
Authors with no real imagination just a real infatuation
With fabricating on every track they’re making
Actually acting like being saints at aspiration
Now with money, guns and crime the young they have a fascination
Life, i’m dropping real joints like a clumsy amputation
Since my music gratuation been musicly gravitating
To a higher level super natural rhyme in vessel
Supply you with lines of special
Everytime I hold the mic life I bless you
I’m not here to misguide you or to prime you
I’m dropping jewels, instead of wearing them
Like, that’s how I do
Like heart surgeon’s hands my lyrics reach deep inside you
Father figure spitter who’s always here to advise you [x2]
I’m on that ill shit
Murder beats real quick
I’m still sick
Traces equicell [?] in my hemoglobin, I feel this
From time to time
But the pain motivates my insight for rhymes
Early morning rise and shine
Grab the pen and write some lines
I’ll take it back by making time rewind
To a time when emcees they put more time into rhyming instead of violence and crime
If you climb inside my mind
You will see sublime design
But you should be minding your own business cause Life I minded mine
When you see a diamond shine
Do you think how much it costs or do you think about the african kids’ life inside the mine?
Fuck a gangsta rhyme
What about Palestine?
This world is just a pantomime, just being played out through financial times
And that’s the money it blinds you
The pantomime effect comes into play - every day
Cause it’s all happening behind you
From movies to the music to the news
It’s all designed to - systematically change the way people define you
But my roots are underground hiphop
That’s where you find truth
It’s different from the industry music made to misguide you
I don’t care how much money you have or who you’re signed to
If rappers miseducate the masses that makes us rivals
I’m not here to misguide you or to prime you
I’m dropping jewels, instead of wearing them
Like, that’s how I do
Like heart surgeon’s hands my lyrics reach deep inside you
Father figure spitter who’s always here to advise you [x2]