D'chaos - Next Stop (Approaches) Lyrics

Make 'em make 'em rap to this
I'll make 'em rap to this
And try to motivate the activists, yo
The buzz about time is no one really gives a damn
Reign it in homie, I think I got 'em
The truth'll slap yo face
I gotta state my case, since t'thousand and eight
I couldn't wait to skate
On the brothas who claimed that I'm too late
Ok great, it's nice to know homie
I'ma say this part calmly
My brain wavers b-b-b-back and forth between these moods
Yet I acted like I always knew exactly what to do
The craziest thing is damn, I acted with no plan
And once again I'm confronted with what makes a man
Well I stand, or rather sit in this tram
Wondering if there's more to life than constantly losing slams
I guess I cram, too many words in my delivery
And sometimes come off pretentiously (really?)
As the poet who's too good
To even try the language or adapt to his hood
It's like I'm makin' an obscene
New form of mockery
While laughin' at the folks who don't get what I mean (hahaha)
Well I've seen, the eyerolls on the many faces
Though sometimes it's imagined when I go to new places
But in case this accusation has no bases
I'll blame it on the fact that we come from different races
No wait (haha), I'm just kiddin' I'm not serious
I'm changin' the tone, don't wanna sound furious
Stayin' busy writin' watchin' all of the curious
People pass by as my tram travels through this
City, that's been gainin' some influence
I mean hell, look at me I can do this
Poetry, rap, writin' all on a cheap ticket
And all I had to do was commit, son
(Uh uh oh no)
Next stop approaches, who's gettin' on the tram?
AH DAMN! Man it looks like two Z.T.M.'s
The door's closin' I gotta jump before I'm late
No money left and now they're standin' at the gate
Next stop approaches, who's gettin' on the tram?
AH DAMN! Man it looks like two Z.T.M.'s
The door's closin' I gotta jump before I'm late
No money left and now they're standin' at the gate
I'm aimin' to do some more
But it's funny when they ask "Hey what was it all for?"
I've seen the sucka writin' like it's a real chore
But for me it's the only way I know that I can pour
My thoughts and concerns
And maybe flip some words
Get you wonderin' why come the lines have all blurred
Between metaphor and real with no mistakes allowed
Not to copy (not to copy!) but MC means Mentor the Child
I smile, at the fact that I've encouraged
Quite a few people to step up and then nourish
Their mind, body, soul, now watch them glow
Got others crossin' arms like they ain't know
Even so, I'm still tryna find my place
And maybe prove to some that this ain't a waste
Of time and space - I'm givin' people a cause
Armed with a pen we turn loss to applause
Now I'll pause... (shhh)
(Shhh)... Enjoy the beat a few seconds
I'm tryin' somethin' out man just an old method
To cheat with my words to extend the verse
I'm tryna help you to get fully emerged
In the city that I see that was pretty cursed
It's the city of Warsaw (Warsaw, Poland), plenty wars they saw
It's impressive how the people always managed to crawl
Out the ashes and rubble, you know it's about to bubble
When Bowie rolls through and then sings about the struggle
And the beauty, you know it's the same for me
So I jot these words down on tram twenty-three
(Just make sure you got ya ticket, cuz these guys out here lookin' for that money)
Next stop approaches, who's gettin' on the tram?
AH DAMN! Man it looks like two Z.T.M.'s
The door's closin' I gotta jump before I'm late
No money left and now they're standin' at the gate
Next stop approaches, who's gettin' on the tram?
AH DAMN! Man it looks like two Z.T.M.'s
The door's closin' I gotta jump before I'm late
No money left and now they're standin' at the gate
Yup
It's D'Chaos
A Tale of Two Cities
EP
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