Restoring Poetry in Music (RPM) - Poetron

[Verse1]

Travel the world alone

Sound came in over throne

Beats lend me just a vocal tone

Ill take you to a spot unknown

Life is wild and I am a product

I've been spacing since I got up

On the moon and chose to light up

Every spot and fuck your sight up

Its ali zabu writeup hardcore cats

they want to fight us

I come back like writers try us

I move magic? but they like us

Boy to the man not exposed to pimp

They cause sounds exposed to synth

Watch where music take me lately

Act like my world make me crazy

Baby's carry your loss, maybe

What makes one man not be, lazy

Just cause you crossed line

Doesn't mean you finished nothing here

We make music in the flesh

Just like a wack ass rappers, glare?

So back to the core bust to a tour

Say something again I've never said before

One big world but different size

And were the ones who taught your life

And music is what gives the right to be yourself

Now choke on high!


[Chorus x2]

Pace yourself son (move)

At your rhythm (smooth)

Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)

Swindle hold on (fall)

Through the ocean (lost)

Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)


(Verse2)

Back to the world above (huh)

Found by the grave you dug

Life gets simply so hard all these problems

That I disregard

Back when I was young and far

From understanding any part

I could have made a different mark

Instead I lost all swift of heart

When I fell through the line of rhyme

Sorta like the rock that hikers climb

MC's swear theres papers place no wager

All through life hip hop my major

Culture embracer but the culture sparks

Brand new creators

We make them slide until they recognize

That theres no place safer

Make points like lasers

Give them a billion of the saw??

Fuck with your mind at night

And you have dwell on this till the day is gone

Poetry now is poetron, gonna make it hot

Till the cold is gone

Like my house when the stove is on

Yo we gonna rock this on and on

Yo we brought you in a session

Where most rappers will not dwell

Art that's imitating life but

Making average assholes, bail




[Chorus x2]

Pace yourself son (move)

At your rhythm (smooth)

Push that limit, f that gimmick wait one minute (cool)

Swindle hold on (fall)

Through the ocean (lost)

Do what no ones done to grow, its poetron (halls?)




(Its Poetron x3)

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[SaintEven92]

Adidas website FIFA World Cup 2006 Germany. So many memories.

[life0164]

hey man i want the lyric!!!!

[sterling0808]

good  =]

[LordParsecZ]

Experimental hip hop!!Good stuff!!!

[jasonmoore22031]

Dope homework! A comment or two.

-Beats let me adjust my vocal tone:

-It's, Alleys I move right up hardcore cats they want to try us, I come back like bite us try us, I mean my dick but they like us

-Boy to the man I expose tthe pimp/ Fake horn sounds expose the synth

-Babies carry adults maybe

-We make music in a flash just like a wack ass rappers gear

-Too be yourself natural high

hook- Swing don't hold on

~Raw P