Текст песни Benefit f Blitz, Lawson and Rek - B.E.N.E.F.I.T. Special Edition
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[Benefit]My microphone has grown out of my wristboneI`ve lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this shit chromedI`m possesed by hip-hop delivering spiritI fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyricsI can`t eat, or even sleep in my bedTormented because a beat will always creep in my headI can`t listen to a drum loop without timing itCan`t hold a conversation without rhyming itI walk down the street and my brain`s known to rattleBecause I`m thirsty as hell for a mother fucking battleI have no TV, already broke it in threeBecause I turn it on to see another whack emceeI have lyrics in my head, they always stop and then goI constantly daydream about rocking a showWrite my rhymes all my life as it begins and endsBroke as fuck cause I`m always out purchasing pens[Blitz]I`m the analyst, obsebalist of existanceThe last dime in the dollar, completing the sentenceThe ninety other pennies tossed through the wormholeWorthless as the bitch dancing naked on the poleI`ve seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensionsI`m better than an ameteur, repends the state of pensionsWho`s the next worthless soul ready to stand upThinking they got the Holy Grail but they`re sipping the false cupLately I`ve been spotting, on the words of the rottonWith my looking glass, and hands to the upper classGroups of blinded ones gather at a steepleI label it an eating place for meaningless peopleCoalitions to hard rocks living without purposeI sarcastically attack with the womens word circusA surface of slippery ice, a dangerous crackIn the path of the ones who walk with their minds slacked[Lawson]Verge in the microphone, you begin to panicBecause I`ll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic but your style is franticIt`s so whack the store banned itHad people covering their ears saying I can`t stand itMy style is so fly you can`t land it, I bring the supply because people demand itMy rhymes stand alone like they were a banditThree hundred and sixty degees my CD`s outstandedIt`s so smooth it feels like it was sandedFigures of speech make me smile like you were uncandidI`ll pass you like you`re a hand-itWhen I come with rhymes that punch like a fistTaking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wristSeperating you from me like mistEliminate the competition, by spitting from every dimension mentionedBenching emcees for flenching as I build up tensionClenching the number one spotLeaving your body to corrode and rot, corrode and rot[Rek]Pass me the mic, I`ll ignite like the birth of a constellationSpit rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestationHip-hop`s my love and recreationCausing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing decappitationI hold the mic tight enough for strangulationGetting technical like a capotilist album rhythm is my precisionRhyme angle like pereputal visionCode like red, I drop lines like a clumbsy cokeheadJudge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve hour has begunI`m the one, the chosen son, I`m an odyssey like space, 2001A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a tonneAnd when I rap rhyme, something always wicked this way comes