Gasoline ft. Marissa Knight - Same people | Текст песни

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Crowded in the corner of this dark, smoke-filled room, the speakers loom. It's reminiscent of the ancient soul's tomb. I feel this is a rite of passage. These blockades, I break through. These stain mind states(?), I've spoken to. I hope I've moved. With the bass and the break beat behind us and like minds surrounding the mic, no spotlight, waiting for the elements to abide.

Chronologically, I'm in line. Peacefully, respectively, I'm waiting my time. In my presence -- some anticipating, some hating, but mostly well-equipped MCs that be contemplating. It pleases me to take note of those worthy; the ones who ain't worried to dig down deep and get their hands dirty in the earthy topsoil that we tread on. We'll get through this dusty planet.

Can't stand the fact that people be claiming territory, when all I know is my gravity, is my music. We choose music -- embrace, utilize it. In my midst, at least between musicians, it provides an immunity and creates a joint community. It's always a competition; someone's on a mission for the best. Scratch, crowd on(?), paint, pop, beatbox, and break -- rewind. Ultimately, you decide what's at stake.

Fools surrounding me is what it takes to rise above. Rather than shun my rival, I give love to my equal. Elements. We're all different bodies but we're still the same people. (x2)

Around two turntables and a mic abound many, who don't look alike? Puerto Rican, Black, White, Japanese. It amazes me that we all could be well-versed and well-equipped MCs. Choosing to express ourselves verbally. Ideas being churned out, some being released diabolically. Transcending what we are viewed as focally, we mutate our work, melt into poetry.

Moving through this Earth of crowds, of bad attitudes, amidst the swollen heads, I still enjoy solitude. Choosing to speak clearly, if I speak at all -- I'm carving out every word before I let if fall. My art is my only task in life. Rhyme with me and enjoy some metaphysical exercise. No need for any proof. Our art is eminent, holding more worth than truth.

Fools surrounding me is what it takes to rise above. Rather than shun my rival, I give love to my equal. Elements. We're all different bodies but we're still the same people. (x2)

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