Solitary Figure
Quelle: Spotify
[Hook]
Step by step by step I hold my own
I’m beautiful, we’re beautiful when we’re alone
That solitary figure fits us all
My mouth’s on the ageing side
To at least let me know what not to say
No picture pretty perfect while we play
It wouldn’t suit your soul to stay out on your own
Strange, a ray of sun oddly aims
A million molecules meet the same
That solitary figure fits us all
[Verse 1]
Duke, come and get it, you want hip-hop the way that it was?
Then be more fun to hang around instead of killing my buzz
It’s Windmills mutherfucka! And we’re happy you came!
Do I expect those to front? That’s the way I was raised!
To put my hand on the record, all kinds of different methods
Of watch the crossfader turn into a lethal weapon
My story being told for a piece of the pie
Got both of us using techniques to eat you alive
I’d rather die the kind of person that I did what I felt
Than living longer, giving up on what I thought of myself
So take it elsewhere, there’s words that don’t need to be said
You either put into action or deal with it then
A fire burning, I’m not concerned with me, hurling, another word in
I’m on the verge of determination paying off
There’s a world inside of me that is sacred
The world I’m living in wants to hide like information
[Verse 2]
I’m all out! Built my talent surrounded by old records
Writing to the energy of the dreamers in my collection
I wreck shit! With style, from just being who I am
Tighter than a pair of jeans for a woman on a man
Dealing with my situation for these others to hate
On what I’m doing just to know if what I’m doing is great!
They’ve kept on telling me I’m trying to be black for so long
It’s more predictable than songs, than if a wedding’s involved
That my ideas are being stored, getting filed like divorces
To settle it in court for who takes the bigger portion
The raw shit is what I always come across with
I’ll break your mind as if you’re wild horses
You feel the burn? My thoughts are hitting the gym
They’re building muscle till it feels like they want out of my skin
Not being good enough for you is what I’ve grown to expect
But ‘good enough for me’? It’s hard to even know if we’ve met
[Hook]
Step by step by step I hold my own
I’m beautiful, we’re beautiful when we’re alone
That solitary figure fits us all
My mouth’s on the ageing side
To at least let me know what not to say
No picture pretty perfect while we play
It wouldn’t suit your soul to stay out on your own
Strange, a ray of sun oddly aims (It oddly aims, it seems so strange.)
A million molecules meet the same. (They meet the same.)
That solitary figure fits us all. (It fits us all.)
Verse 3
Beyond the globe communication, there’s a language I speak
Where I can hear the good and evil fighting over its reach
A deep thinking creep, wearing out the same old clothes
Who loves to see how you react, while playing shows unknown
I’m with enough drive inside of me to find another lane
To make a road for myself that wasn’t already paved
If everything I do in life shouldn’t have an applause
Then why you hold my spotlight while I overindulge?
Got people hating on an emcee who’s dirty as fuck
Like I’m the only one who isn’t trying to cover it up?
Who was using a toothbrush to keep a pair of sneakers clean
Or might find a box cutter in the pocket of their jeans
Not the type to ever listen to the way things are
That’s for the small minded people who can’t see real far
In these time of the rhyme “of it’s dead!”, “It’s alive!”
Do you cry when you laugh or you laugh then you cry?
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