I think Beware has one of the most lit lyrics in hip-hop
Trips to where few have been Out of thin air, upon high winds Rites begin when the sun descends Have felt what few will ever know Have seen the truth beneath the glow Of the ebb and flow, where the roots of all mysteries grow I am below, so far below The bottom line Transmitting live, transmissions rise From the depths out of controlled by Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine To ride the waves Of unrest Made to make me shine as a testament To why the ways of the blind will never get Shit but shanked by my disrespect Dismiss this life, worship death Cold blood night of serpent's breath Exhaled like spells from the endlessness In the bottomless wells of emptiness Channeled to invoke what we represent
Justin Taylor
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage
Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact
Living in a fish eye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend
All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage
Anthony Nguyen
mah nigga
Grayson Morales
help, I'm looking for someone willing to post this album in these threads should I happen to be absent.
Track: I Lost Something in the Hills
Every time I shed tears In the last past years When I pass through the hills Oh what images return Oh I yearn For the roots of the woods That origin of all my strong and strange moods I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills
I grew up in declivities Others grow up in cities Where first love and soul takes rise There were times in my life When I felt mad and deprived And only the slopes gave me hope When I pass through the leg-high grass I shall die Under the jasmin I shall die And the elder tree I need not try to prepare for a new coming day Where is it that fills the deepness I feel You will say I'm not Robin the Hood But how could I hide from top to foot That I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills Oh I lost something in the hills
Now I lean on my window sill And I cry, though it's silly And I'm dreaming of off and away Oh I know further west these hills exist Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook That leads me wherever I want it to Well I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills Oh I lost something in the hills
Austin Williams
Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day’s return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24 Where Christ returns to his loved ones I look at the stone apostles Think that it’s alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips
Isaac Garcia
But what does it mean to you? I get the other lines but not this one.
Kevin Foster
I was a stranger When I came to town Just yesterday I was a stranger They don't come much stranger
So why Why did you believe All every word I said Why did you believe Believe a stranger A stranger
And why do you women in this town Let me look at you so bold When you have seen what I was In the last town In the last town You should have seen what I was If I was a stranger I was worse than a stranger I was well-known
Angel Taylor
Whenever I get dressed up I feel like an ex-con Trying to make good
Jean jacket and tie Feel like such a lie When I go to your house I feel like I'm Casing the joint In the grocery store In line behind a mother and a child I'm going to take take that child I'm going to take take that child I'm going to take take that child
See because alone in my room I feel like such a part of the community But out on the streets I feel like a robot by the river
Alone in my room I feel such a warmth for the community But out on the streets I feel like a robot by the river Looking for a drink
John Davis
Julien Baker - Brittled Boned
The low, electric glow – static snows in the lobby Dull TV, magazines, waiting rooms can't hide me From the sting, paper sheets, bloodwork and the IV And the whirring machines while the nurses reassure me: This will be quick and easy, I'm not gonna feel a thing Lie and say it'll be alright, like a stray falling asleep Cause I'm so good at hurting myself
Pulse is slow, faint metronome on my left side beneath my protruding spine You can hardly hear at night White flag, blindfold covering my sunken eyes And a line of rifles aimed at my sick mind
