A cover of "Connect For" by Common Market of Massline Media, instrumental produced by Sabzi.
Original Version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jY3xVNSwJME
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kTNmPHnmB8
DISCLAIMER: theoriginalmcsquare, Valentin, and Point of You Music are not in any way affiliated with Massline Media or any of its members. This track is only available on youtube as a not-for-profit derivative work of the original artist's material.
LYRICS:
(Chorus)
The skylines are etched in my veins never stray away
Van to Emerald space needles mountains in the haze
Keeps sanity in place and lets me spit crazy
Facin evil daily rain washes away these
Traces of disdain we generate from the play we
Getting on the radio but as long as I'm still making
It the way I crave it, create rhythm and take these
Words and shape with them my experience daily
Syllabilically spaced sounds seeping out the street
Spreading seeds to the souls of past pattering feet
Some might stay for a minute, listen as the voice speaks
Others late for a meeting and out to rake in that green
Some might roll it up in cafes a few blocks east
Or read away in a form more prose than poetry
Others need air to breathe, heading south to the beach
But the sea ain't for swimming, fish are dying to eat
The line dividing the kind that you might find on one side
Only refines the design, unifying the style
From the land to the isles, from the man to the child
Till the passion arise and we passin the time
Sit our ass in the ride, hours waiting inside
All creating beside one another day and night
Wherever we might reside, kilometres or miles
We still covet our finds and still lovin the vibe
(Chorus)
Can't complain, this place made me, I put my feet down
And built from the dirt up, in my new hometown
Half way across the globe from the land I once had
Ties to, it's long lost, crumbling to the sand
I play the game in a fashion similar to how I managed
To climb out and attack my life, both hands graspin
The hope to attract the like minded and blast my
Words halfway past the point where I began it
Forge steel from the mantle, pen striking the anvil
Men fighting the madness, too blind and can't handle
But I grasp the wheel and I ain't crashin I'm pannin
For gold, bold will speak the words with such stamina
That it knocks you out flat and pushes us up clamberin
On the climb to find truth, self fullfillment and happiness
I'm not talking bout fast fixes, the liquor or cannabis
Aint a match for this rap music, put words on the pad and spit
Lyrics © Point of You Music 2011
mp3 version of this please in 320 Quallity
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theoriginalmcsquare 3 months ago