We Are
(专辑: Out Of Knowhere - 2003)
[Sharlok Poems:] Pen to hand, ink to paper, think greater Penman creator, soul saver, embracer Love ya not hate ya, small [?] Walk the
earth in strength Passing it's about being passionate My joy express it, my learned lesson In confession you find peace The
soul weeps, the
mind soundly sleeps I
rhyme to beats that create clear vision My timeline's in the
vine, my life is written There's no more forgetting where I
came from Dirt of the
earth, I'm a
walking [?] I
for one speak volume at the
word freedom Oh you playing death? Watch me close my lips, read 'em Off beat 'em, my soul high beam, I
make you squint Punch a
dent in your think tank, call me a
wimp I'm from the
Symph, wish the
earth, peace and growth Swear by the
Bible not just cause I'm under oath [Sharlok Poems & Propaganda:] We are two of a
kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a
sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine [Propaganda:] The
return of the
mic burner Life, a
page turner Story told in old-school rhetoric Young, you better get a
grip on them words So that tongue will never slip Keep mine in line and time will [?] And change your aggression, an anti-depression Rip mic session Lessons learned, Props earned crews the
term losers Fooled ya from birth bruisers Stand wide in the
background Y'all wondering how the
ground shook, now look Seven records deep in the
plan, it's Propagan' Son of God and Son of Man, falling off the
beat never Challenge me, I'm way too profound to stay underground And [sense of?] unheard, half-baked word I'm designed for the
nations to embrace what I'm saying Tunnel Rats, we ain't playing, we breaking and deejaying And splitting the
wax spitting, freestyle or written [Sharlok Poems & Propaganda:] We are two of a
kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a
sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine [Propaganda:] I
be like feel me everybody who be hearing my voice We remain y'alls choice everybody rejoice He's amazing outside the
paint, raining mind-draining Pain come in waves, I'm working to maintain it If you understood, you'd regret if you ignore And open mind flow spilling rhyme on the
floor The
illest orator, consistent with the
metaphors I'm better for all the
junk I
endure Came through that corridor and the
vibe is a
must But I
write too much thus I
bust in surplus Sometimes overanxious, okay I'll admit it Be thinking at a
high beat per minute And it's forcing them to open more doors than Jim Morrison And tap into a
place that seems foreign to them I'm never boring to them, be the
illest illustrator To ever have the
guts to uprock on the
equator [Sharlok Poems & Propaganda:] We are two of a
kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a
sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine