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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cappo
Performer
Kong The Artisan
Performer
Curt Cataract
Performer
Paul Adey
Performer
James Webb
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Adey
Songwriter
James Webb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kong The Artisan
Producer
Curt Cataract
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
And that's real
We be having these conversations and it's like
(Yeah, crack the heavens)
The realisation of
Diesel
When you put it all together, we're all on the same page Yeah
Hear it like rain pouring on glass
My inner voice telling me I'm long past renewing vows
Or reinventing wheels
Still, I'm here again
Putting pen to page
Coming up with rage
A bull in a cage
Stuck on repeat for half decades
When nothing change
Searching for that fifth season or that sixth sense
For this bread and water watch him sing a song of six pence
Pocket full of rye
One in the sky
Picture me riding
Reaching up beyond your wildest dreams
Spraying syllables to aid me with my self esteem
Cus at times I am engulfed by the notion of this earth's size
And how I am a drop inside the ocean
Sitting curb side
Watching how time flies
Flock of birds above and beyond us all
Shit, I'm just one of eight billion stories
I use this to escape from these walls
I'm tryna see what's beyond Speak, believe, and belong
Find my peace and be gone
Be gone
Beyond
I'm tryna see what's beyond Speak, believe and belong
Find my peace and be gone
Be gone
Beyond
So, I'm beginning each day with the conviction
And the purpose of a work horse
Filling up this void with a set array of chores that must never pause
And tasks that must be achieved
The last of a fierce breed
Water carrying
Praise never nurtured
Knowing everything I need is in the service
And the outcome is measured by the
Steepness of the surface that I climb up
Holding this stone high above me 'til my time up
Regardless of the gradient and climate
On the pad I write a three hundred and thirty word assignment
That I switch up into something I could digest for rhyming
Industry rule number 4090
No man is an island
Stick to the plan
And keep my eyes and ears open for this victory
I am one of eight billion stories
Pain with the glories
And it's all praise to those who were saving it for me
To sing
And I don't even wait until the ink dry
Hearing them is like I'm watching paint dry
Sick and tired of getting caught in red tapes
By let downs in laybys
I'm tryna see what's deeper than my a-sides
Beyond
And I don't even wait until the ink dry
Hearing them is like I'm watching paint dry
Sick and tired of getting caught in red tapes
By let downs in laybys
I'm tryna see what's deeper than my a-sides
Beyond
It's like one set of rules for those
And it's another set of rules for these
Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost
And using them syllables for keys
It's like one set of rules for those
And it's another set of rules for these
Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost
And using them syllables for keys
Yeah
This writing pad is my rock
My pen the hammer and chisel
I go to work until these sheer cliffs turn to Mount Rushmore
Soundscapes made in my profile
I'm bustin' out blunt force traumas to your ear lobes
Spoken in binary codes
Ones and them zeros
Selected rare and exotic
That's few and far between
I've been concerned with the profit, but now it's arbitrary
This time it's not for greed
This is for them connoisseurs
I'm on a swerve tryna live from off them honest words
Working on my honest Abes, sticking to my vows
So my persona stay the same as when
I'm at the school gates picking up my child
Stages, cameras, and lights don't affect me
Same on the vinyl is the same on the street
Cus face value is the most expensive
Plus you earn fastest when you pays attention
I'm tryna see what's beyond
Speak, believe and belong
Find my peace and be gone (That's true though...)
Be gone
Beyond
I'm tryna see what's beyond Yeah
Speak, believe and belong Find my peace and be gone
Be gone
Beyond
It's like one set of rules for those
And it's another set of rules for these
Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost
And using them syllables for keys
It's like one set of rules for those
And it's another set of rules for these
Spiting your face just to cut off your nose
I'm getting ghost
And using them syllables for keys
We're just tryna find that same space, but our own
Beyond: somewhere else, somewhere other than Nah mean
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