El Dorado Cypher by Taqu Lyrics
Can't maintain this brainstorm
I hallucinate in everyday life
It's a vengeful maelstrom
Break apart my own self assurance
Always telling me that life is worth it
But my ego
Making faces at me like I'm staring at the sun
In a sunset free throw
Is this who I wanna be? Or be myself
Hell, fire never made the decision
Not to burn me in the 3rd degree
Scar not on my arm but in my circuitry
I would ask for common courtesy
But frankly, I'm crazy
It's amazing I'm not flung into absurdity
All I see is paranoid visions of humanity in crisis
People get offended by profanity and ISIS
Assuming every Muslim takes likeness
All y'all on the path of righteousness
But don't ever take a stand against violence
My brain is painted with colors but
Not so much that everything is watery brown
So you can picture a mural
If you take a journey through my mind
Then maybe you will find that my rhymes are timeless
All of y'all ephemeral
On your menstrual cycles
Come from the best, a disciple
Of Immortal Tech
From the east to the west coast I was stifled
By all the fucking talent in the industry
But none of them get any recognition
Asymmetrically parted
Piss on the good, raise up the bad artists
Half-hearted
If rap is the army, make me a staff sergeant
'Cuz I ain't at the top? I ain't that far off it
If it takes a lifetime, fine
Rap in the coffin
Unconscious 'til my passion is gone
At least I'll have a lyric to pass on to my son or daughter
If I have one
Fuck
But what I make tomorrow start today with my blood
I never knew how much I wanted to rap until I started
Putting the lyrics down on the page
Endeavoring to make it successful
'Cuz I got the potential
Making every song special to someone
Essentially sentient mental capability
Be careful of Satan
The devil is taking your lyrics and making them volatile
All the while
Rap has become a slave to commercialization
Rappers always stoned and sedated
How the fuck you say you're indie when you sign to a major
And making
A lot of dollar bills, I ain't got that
But I got a will and a passion
Make it happen, running faster
Every second that passes
Fuck the fucking gimmick talking titties and asses
Imagine having a habit of writing
I'm glad to finally see lyrics and rap reuniting
I hallucinate in everyday life
It's a vengeful maelstrom
Break apart my own self assurance
Always telling me that life is worth it
But my ego
Making faces at me like I'm staring at the sun
In a sunset free throw
Is this who I wanna be? Or be myself
Hell, fire never made the decision
Not to burn me in the 3rd degree
Scar not on my arm but in my circuitry
I would ask for common courtesy
But frankly, I'm crazy
It's amazing I'm not flung into absurdity
All I see is paranoid visions of humanity in crisis
People get offended by profanity and ISIS
Assuming every Muslim takes likeness
All y'all on the path of righteousness
But don't ever take a stand against violence
My brain is painted with colors but
Not so much that everything is watery brown
So you can picture a mural
If you take a journey through my mind
Then maybe you will find that my rhymes are timeless
All of y'all ephemeral
On your menstrual cycles
Come from the best, a disciple
Of Immortal Tech
From the east to the west coast I was stifled
By all the fucking talent in the industry
But none of them get any recognition
Asymmetrically parted
Piss on the good, raise up the bad artists
Half-hearted
If rap is the army, make me a staff sergeant
'Cuz I ain't at the top? I ain't that far off it
If it takes a lifetime, fine
Rap in the coffin
Unconscious 'til my passion is gone
At least I'll have a lyric to pass on to my son or daughter
If I have one
Fuck
But what I make tomorrow start today with my blood
I never knew how much I wanted to rap until I started
Putting the lyrics down on the page
Endeavoring to make it successful
'Cuz I got the potential
Making every song special to someone
Essentially sentient mental capability
Be careful of Satan
The devil is taking your lyrics and making them volatile
All the while
Rap has become a slave to commercialization
Rappers always stoned and sedated
How the fuck you say you're indie when you sign to a major
And making
A lot of dollar bills, I ain't got that
But I got a will and a passion
Make it happen, running faster
Every second that passes
Fuck the fucking gimmick talking titties and asses
Imagine having a habit of writing
I'm glad to finally see lyrics and rap reuniting