Owl III - Legacy Lyrics

They always make the same face when I say I'm unique
They don't believe I rather spend my day replaying a beat
Until the notes remake the way in which I wake when I sleep
But that's looked down upon like Mondays in the days of the week
Neither critique about my wordplay nor to praise my technique
They see my skin and hate the educated way that I think
Like "What's this reading? How's it affect the way that I speak?"
And shake their heads in disbelief like "what'd he say?" when I leave

Now please, tell me, how can I profess the belief
That an elite isn't measured by his success in the street?
Because in music that only means you're excessively bleak
It's that you rip spliffs and sip till your liver repletes
Till your lungs are two pillars left withered and weak
Like the lyrics that'll litter your next shitty release
I chose music cause I'm finished living in the machine
The music chose me cause my minutes' end should represent me

I spill and let the syllables seep with lyrical feats
And skills at my pinnacle's peak, its spit or defeat
I dream and spit in my sleep,
But these sheep keep repeating the herd
All copies like there's limited verbs
That shit is absurd, not literature
I f*cking hate it, and the way I feel triggers the bird
Forget Jason, you've awakened the omnivorous word

An ethereal state, space draped in material shape
The feeling is great, unmistakably, I'm clearly awake
And aching to break the fake glass ceilings we make
But the snakes make me struggle to conceal all my hate
They wash the sheep in the brain, seven eight or nine times every day
So I could salivate the truth in their face, but the sedated don't feel or relate

Composure, and quietly fight the revolt,
Reassemble the spikes and the bolts silently,
Till my iris uncloaks and the giant is under control
I'm alive, I've survived society's mold,
The mic and the cord's science amplifying my glow,
It lights like a torch, scorching silence's cold,
Aligned like the alliance of violins and their bows

Case closed,
No more of this slander and mockery,
Canned ideology, making me demand an apology,
On behalf of those standing while you're napping and profiting,
Yapping and slobbering sloppily, rapping saggy and watery, clogging jamming my arteries,
Clotting cancerous oddities, sodomizing me audibly,
Yakking any anomaly, fallacy or atrocity
Planned plainly and horribly, in that comedy you wannabes wanna brand a discography

Honesty, I'm growing deeply sick of this trickery
Lacking the quality modesty, instead we've got a colony
Of gossipy, bickering figures making me fidgety,
Clock's up nursery rhymers like the hickory dickory....dock.

Ha! Big talk till the cannonball drops,
Truth hits the veins cold, like the Cannibal Ox,
You can take it in and evolve or get back to the flocks,
So choose wisely; moments - you can capture or not
So spot them on the sly like the eyes on a hawk
Cause when it's over, times up, no rewinding the clock
So I learn; it keeps my thinking not confined to the box

No, my turn, I've had it with you laughable lot,
So back up, sit down, and keep your mandible locked
I'll resurrect this art form, out of the gravel and rocks

It's high time that you learned not to f*ck with hip hop
Cause evidently, the messages ain't getting received,
We're getting deceived,
There's more than what they're letting us see
You see, the storytelling's only told for Benjamins, g

If you win, I'll see it as collective defeat
But If I try, I'll fire till I melt and secrete
Into venomous pens and sentences that enter your sleep
Because the hate will leave me bitter, but the vengeance is sweet

I wrote these words with relative ease
To letter the perspective believed
By every fellow who expects an MC
To keep and treasure every measure he bleeds
And greet his destiny, machete in teeth

Expression opens all doors like a skeleton key,
Take it from me; take flight like Pegasus' wings
A mental release to free minds until I gently cease
Until my legacy breathes