Hypothesis - No Matter What Road (Official Video)

There's something skewed about the world; you can feel it too.
It's stronger than weed - gives more spins than spirits do.
Portside, I'm tryna catch a clearer view. I know this boat floats,
but most folks just try to steer it through.
Look, we're all playing the same level -
let's stop cheating and start lettin the game settle.
Get on some grown shit; life's too important to be homesick
but still too fragile to be left alone with.
Have you ever considered that the best time in your life is right now?
That's a heavy burden to carry.
You better muscle the fuck up and get with the right crowd;
fight loud with the voice of every person you bury.
Now I spend my sunsets on Brooklyn rooftops
tryina maximize the shelf life of melting foodstocks,
dealing with rude cops, and tryna catch a bootknock.
We're only hearing samples; what's it sound like when the loop stops?

I bought a ticket for a southbound bus
Avoid the downtown rush, it leaves mid-morning on a Tuesday.
I'm not exactly sure how many weeks or days I have to go;
I sleep away the calendar - it just seems practical.
Actually, I've measured my life in coffee spoons,
nights without sleep, highschool crushes, and lofty tunes.
Conversion rates suggest it's probably June,
but on the page it seems I've got a couple days, and that's awfully soon.
I guess we all could be in tempo? Maybe not.
The only thing that matters is momentum; it's too late to stop.
Apartment walls are speechless, but I'll make em talk
remind me of September if I feel the urge to break it off.
And when I'm takin off? Won't even need to hustle.
Hearts cramp up but never break; they're only muscle.
This shit is distance training. No more wish list praying,
pick your bags up and quit complaining.

Now everyday I work to find a balance, my brow's dripping
like how'm I supposed to be a cloud drifting when the ground's splitting?
Kids all around listening. They love the music,
but I'm makin more than noise; I'm tryna be crowd-lifting.
This is for the girl whose kisses I'm now missing,
my boys from back home - yall keepin the town glistening,
and everybody standing around with their mouths grinning:
don't frown, but life isn't always about winning.
We are all pieces of shit. Quit laughin.
That's not an insult, I'm just sayin that shit happens.
Don't get it twisted, this isn't pessimism.
I'm fluent in reality, just tryna add some weight to the analogy,
but that mentality's never enough. We're only
lonely freshly-grown fallacies composed of flesh and bone, so
I spend my mornings on the mountain throwin stones.
No matter what road I travel, I'm going home.

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
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Produced by Hypothesis
Written by Zach Goldberg
Performed by Zach Goldberg and Elijah Fox

Samples "From" by Goldmund
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Video shot by Zach Goldberg
Directed by Zach Goldberg and David Mayer
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Believe the Hyp Vol. 2
2012

Category:

Music

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• rap
• hip hop
• hypothesis
• durham
• brooklyn
• india
• bodh gaya
• bones complex
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• wesleyan
• music video
• blue ivy
• okayplayer
• hunger games

[Defaulty3213]

download link?

[DelhomiewhoaD]

I see you still have that special something

[omegakleb]

good to have you back!

[simba012shadow0]

Hypothesis is back and this music video is amazing!

[mrDak3000]

Hyp IS BACK!!!!! :D

[30SECONDSREMAINING]

you GUYS ARE BACK!!! i havent seen a vid from you in awhile!!!