Song Description
A song about existence and life.
| Song Length |
3:31 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
| Mood |
Composed |
Subject |
Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Linkin Park |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Verse 1:
I step into position as the cool words glisten off the touch of home plate.
I call up my "paper-mate."
Walkin' across Cambridge Classics, conversatin' over tactics on "How to Move the Crowd",...
...while making 'em crème.
I intervene with inner being, human it seems.
Things are not what they seem given the scene.
Surrounded by the astounding sound pounding your mind.
To be specific at this point in time, "It seems that we are all drowning."
I see the rise of my people fallin'.
No chance of stallin' confusion.
Fusin' our minds together.
One love forever, but "No!",...
...too many haters in these parts.
Not enough players to hit the start button on this play station.
Yo! One nation under God.
Indivisible with liberty, nah!
The existentialist.
Fightin' my way through what's before me.
Your low brow humor bores me.
You can't believe in what you don't see.
Carryin' all that hate must make you tired, "g."
Know what I mean?
So what's up?
Chorus:
We take ya' deep, take ya' to the planet seeds.
Our roots run deep, deeper than you can believe, huh?
We cultivate these fields into a livin' dream.
Reality ain't always as it seems.
We take ya' deep, take ya' to the planet seeds.
Our roots run deep, deeper than you can believe, huh?
We cultivate these fields into a livin' dream.
Reality ain't always as it seems.
Verse 2:
I'm on an excursion to find the Sacred Grail.
Eternal youth, spiritually, will prevail. (God)
I'm an architect on track with my trek backpack and I attack...
...demon's that got you seein' deception and on the top of all that...
...self sin.
Fightin' the battles you can't win.
Fool, you 'was' born to win.
So, why you're out there wonderin', strugglin' life aimlessly, here's a little word, food for thought;...
...you don't want to step to this.
You might get served.
Yeah, that's my word.
I don't think you ever really understood.
How could you? (How could you!)
But, then again, would you?
Do what your 'silly-ass' could do.
Ignorin' all the tips. (You had it all.)
Crapped out, lost your chips.
And still you submit yourself to what has made you tame...
...a willing slave. (You slaaaavvvveeeee....)
Back to your cave.
A time to climb to the nothin'.
You're strugglin', (Strugglin'!)...
...brains bubblin', cuddlin' with your blankie.
Grab your hankie and wipe your nose. (Wipe that mess up!)
Creepin' to the grand creeper flows.
Z-Time only knows and this is how the story goes.
So, what's up?
Chorus:
We take ya' deep, take ya' to the planet seeds.
Our roots run deep, deeper than you can believe, huh?
We cultivate these fields into a livin' dream.
Reality ain't always as it seems.
We take ya' deep, take ya' to the planet seeds.
Our roots run deep, deeper than you can believe, huh?
We cultivate these fields into a livin' dream.
Reality ain't always as it seems.
Bridge 1:
Yo! I play the field of dreams that'll make your 'Boy Wonder'.
Discover your own right to title takes...
It's these stakes, call them 'high', like the sun when he is rising.
It's surprising how you make it through the battles of each day.
Yo I step into position and I wait my turn
If you should be concerned you might get burned...
...cause you're standing to close to play it cool.
I ain't no fool.
I'm from the old school.
Orlando Calrissien all up in the mix again.
I'm on deck overseas sailing three-sixty degrees...
...on the eve of self-destruction building blocks of reconstruction.
And, I'm talkin', walkin', warming up the batting cages,...
...releasing my aggression whenever jumping up on stage.
Untouchables...
...the Almighty Grind.
Untouchable.
Untouchables...
...the Almighty Grind.
Untouchable.
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