Handicap by Xander (Singer) Lyrics
(Intro:)
He hit me so hard in the chest
That, the next thing that I know
Was low altitude flight to St. Johns Hospital
Surrounded by four nuns
[Verse 1]
She really knocked me out
I had my doubts but plastered all over tarp
Masculinity gone like
Sharp pain in my rib, it snapped
I try and look for dust
To make up another one of us
Or should I trouble "Him"
Am I the only one still?
May have been alone like silent assassin
I hit men, on accident's basis
What's your sour faces for?
Tongue twist like a sour patch? I'm Bored
I'll flip the script and be the best
From the way way back on iron shores
Winter never left here, empty never iron throne
Four scores ago were no independence days
Like will Smith
(how come he don't wan't me man)
I rock this mic, fresh prince
To bag these pinks
Pack these greens
Why they don't want me
I say the unspeakable
And speak these things
I hear it, streets
I'll fill in the deets
Like daily planner
Where are my manners
This here Xander
I'm on my seventh hell
Seventh bender, but
The only rings are golden
Prison mates
Surly and fussing over each other
No soul mates, but soles hurt
From walking away
Still I'm dusty like a rodent
My heart hurts
And my mind went absolvent
So the only thing you're getting
Is that silence that is golden
[Verse 2]
But if surprise made me lose my eye on a prize
Know that I won't be this nice next time
I serve cold cuts like Prosciutto
Your essence smaller than Pluto
I'm goofing off seeing you choose it
You thought that you could this
You're nothing but socks inside my shoes
I muffle you like a tv host news
Muting your channel
While I'll let out my muse
Making herself slowly apparent
I'll let pick your own fatality
Your fate is set in stone
Like Newton wrote the laws of gravity
I'm father to the bone
A better prisoner I'm deserving amnesty
I'm sucking on these bones of enemies
Narrowing in the marrow, it's sweet with hint of
Cloverfield like Ramona's holding cell
I'm exploding ovaries like spaceship
At the end of movies
I'm using more analogies than a vinyl, sue me
Ring the pigs, your life is digital like a siren
Nowadays I try to think non-violently though
Making strides myself I think I'm likely be
Hit once but never two times
Lightly stepping I'm Roy Jones in his prime
I'll come out always lookin alive
Two hands behind my back, no lie
Two hands behind my back, till the day I die
[Verse 3]
I'm marking second coming of victory
Making third lap around them, on mic
Like Jordan, prime rib, swirling my
Prowess, who would have think he's
Powers like superheroes with no trousers
Writing these tight lyrics I do feel fears
Like Agoraphobia I'm more of a stay at home
Hobbyist, legs hairer than a Hobbit's is
My flow new like century
You mind just blew like twenty five times
This is my venture
To you all adventures there
I'm like a run-on sentence
I run on you without sentencing
Execute your cuticles
Nailing down you beautifully
Because I am my father's son
And his shadow does weigh a ton
But two hands
Behind my back, no lie
I wrote that, with heart crossed
To the day I die
I'mma come out
Always lookin alive
Two hands behind my back, no lie
Two hands behind my back
(Outro:)
Real pro hits you
It isn't like you see these
Bar room brawls or these westerns
"big punch"
It's BOOM, next thing you know:
You're talking to angels
He hit me so hard in the chest
That, the next thing that I know
Was low altitude flight to St. Johns Hospital
Surrounded by four nuns
[Verse 1]
She really knocked me out
I had my doubts but plastered all over tarp
Masculinity gone like
Sharp pain in my rib, it snapped
I try and look for dust
To make up another one of us
Or should I trouble "Him"
Am I the only one still?
May have been alone like silent assassin
I hit men, on accident's basis
What's your sour faces for?
Tongue twist like a sour patch? I'm Bored
I'll flip the script and be the best
From the way way back on iron shores
Winter never left here, empty never iron throne
Four scores ago were no independence days
Like will Smith
(how come he don't wan't me man)
I rock this mic, fresh prince
To bag these pinks
Pack these greens
Why they don't want me
I say the unspeakable
And speak these things
I hear it, streets
I'll fill in the deets
Like daily planner
Where are my manners
This here Xander
I'm on my seventh hell
Seventh bender, but
The only rings are golden
Prison mates
Surly and fussing over each other
No soul mates, but soles hurt
From walking away
Still I'm dusty like a rodent
My heart hurts
And my mind went absolvent
So the only thing you're getting
Is that silence that is golden
[Verse 2]
But if surprise made me lose my eye on a prize
Know that I won't be this nice next time
I serve cold cuts like Prosciutto
Your essence smaller than Pluto
I'm goofing off seeing you choose it
You thought that you could this
You're nothing but socks inside my shoes
I muffle you like a tv host news
Muting your channel
While I'll let out my muse
Making herself slowly apparent
I'll let pick your own fatality
Your fate is set in stone
Like Newton wrote the laws of gravity
I'm father to the bone
A better prisoner I'm deserving amnesty
I'm sucking on these bones of enemies
Narrowing in the marrow, it's sweet with hint of
Cloverfield like Ramona's holding cell
I'm exploding ovaries like spaceship
At the end of movies
I'm using more analogies than a vinyl, sue me
Ring the pigs, your life is digital like a siren
Nowadays I try to think non-violently though
Making strides myself I think I'm likely be
Hit once but never two times
Lightly stepping I'm Roy Jones in his prime
I'll come out always lookin alive
Two hands behind my back, no lie
Two hands behind my back, till the day I die
[Verse 3]
I'm marking second coming of victory
Making third lap around them, on mic
Like Jordan, prime rib, swirling my
Prowess, who would have think he's
Powers like superheroes with no trousers
Writing these tight lyrics I do feel fears
Like Agoraphobia I'm more of a stay at home
Hobbyist, legs hairer than a Hobbit's is
My flow new like century
You mind just blew like twenty five times
This is my venture
To you all adventures there
I'm like a run-on sentence
I run on you without sentencing
Execute your cuticles
Nailing down you beautifully
Because I am my father's son
And his shadow does weigh a ton
But two hands
Behind my back, no lie
I wrote that, with heart crossed
To the day I die
I'mma come out
Always lookin alive
Two hands behind my back, no lie
Two hands behind my back
(Outro:)
Real pro hits you
It isn't like you see these
Bar room brawls or these westerns
"big punch"
It's BOOM, next thing you know:
You're talking to angels