Music Video for "Canon in D-Block"
Directed by Alex Malakhov (http://twitter.com/bleachacreacha)
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I had big dreams, little man fulfilling the scenes
went to bed, couldnt sleep cause the morning was callin me
and the steps to be taken seemed like a golding lining
put me on a stage, and rhyme, can u believe i can shine
it was a self driven interest, gotta be best
started making tracks, bought mic buh wasnt his last
lost and gained plenty homies, buh never lost my path
always watch out for my back, now success is simple math
I remember back in 09 before I made a single dime
rhyming was my passion, i wrote 50 books outta lines
now look at the times, got a milli thoughts refined
left the drugs cause the smoke here burning was making me blind
I said I needed to get out
I was a root needing to sprout
my head started thinking, and its cuzza education
i took it in ma hands to lead the minds of a nation
so kids if you think, you will be..and thn succeed.
disregard older boys down the block smoking weed.
if I told you life's a breeze, I'd be lying but you see
takes one passion to ignite a life worth to lead.
one love to see what a world could prolly be.
So I did time just to find how this market would be
thr was grime, plenty slime, making money offa me
buh with this aim set high, im riding tha sky
if you seein what im seeing, thn sing this lullaby
As the rhythm takes its flow, we dive into another world. A sudden rush of energy as if I have, overdosed. As if this is what I'm meant for, jump onto the stage, as if I've been freed from a cage to let out joy, sorrow, and rage. The wordings leave minds stirred, leaving the scene in blur, as the crowd stands up like a stadium to roar. I am adored. This is the life I've always dreamed for. Everyday living turns to something great, and so its a myth I create. Please don't underestimate the power of this will; the desire to see the top of the hill.
Then attacking the second verse just to show off my skills, speed up the lines, and spit fire like a dragon that kills. I'm burning up this room; anti-christ bringing your doom. Speeding like an outdoor bike thats going "vr-vroom." My timing's never too soon when spitting lines to this tune. My words are like pouring rain in the season of monsoon.
These walls echo every syllable for which I am payable. Mr. Incredible is controlling the room.
I see the army of my followers chanting one word. S.p.1.c.e., as I'm fulfilling a prophecy. Theres a million different reasons why I should leave the game. But it's an outlet for the beast to keep the mind tame. I take it to my heart. You would have to tear it apart, but no matter how you put me down, I'll come back from the start.
The haters are my creators and I'll always give them a part. Sometimes I give them credit for bringing me out of the dark.
Now back into the stage, the microphone never feels strange. Its like I'm just at home with the room rearranged. Reminisce the days when my rhyme and sorrows were in sync. When my pain turned to anger and my anger marked in ink. Now on a stage, I'm missing that link, but with forever changing motives my ship still didn't sink. I'm still pleasing crowds, like the one before my face. So close to the fame, I could hear the brand name.
End of the rap, these people went insane though sometimes I wish for a silence as if it were Lil Wayne. Then I go home on a train, sitting back and absorbing the fame. I'm not even hungry because my craving has been tamed. It was a rush and now everything slowing down, saying "hushh." I go home and now I'm taking out my paste and tooth brush. There it is again, the rhythm of the beat, living in me, while I'm brushing my teeth. GOD PLEASE! Does my mind deceive?Then in my sleep, I dream, I see myself coming on a screen..damn