Saturday, April 14, 2012

Lifted

[Verse 1]
Cheat codes and power ups, living without a handicap
Watch me push my advantage with this dandy rap
Offensive pretenses as I remain intensive
Cracking a few jokes while I look over some Harvey Dents. It's
A little complicated with an inquisitive tone
Keep my head swimming with music: I'm in a spirited zone
C'mon, throw a bone. I've had enough of groans
Decimating and annihilating these unmanned drones
Nothing else out there can match intuition
Nothing is impossible, please cast me for missions
My goal is to be flyer than the posters in the hall
One day I'll be able to pull of a shout and call
Sign a slip of paper that increases in value
Let me stay humble and mean it when I ask "How are you?"
These are never what ifs, merely options
Flying out of this apartment

[Chorus] x2
So I stay rising and lifted.
They ask me how I do that? I'm just gifted
Angel wings over here
Paper plane over there
Ascension is second nature when you're the heir

[Verse 2]
Literally longing like laborious linguistics
If I invented inglorious illness, in instance
Forgetting for forgiving frees forlorn forces
Terrifically tracing these things that torched this
Endings eternal effervescent escapes ensigns
Dormant disasters doom denizens
Lord, leave lush listening lulls: ludicrous
Icarus incandescent in intense interests
Filling fast for firing fiscal finesses
Tying to torpedoes, try topping Tourette's
Endothermic entrances enter elaborate
Destroying dull distractions doing dragoness
Love If Feeling Terrible Ends Distances
Leveling Is Forever To Eon Dividends
Little Is Falling That Entertain Drips
Liberating Icicles For Tears Erodes Dips

[Chorus] x2
So I stay rising and lifted.
They ask me how I do that? I'm just gifted
Angel wings over here
Paper plane over there
Ascension is second nature when you're the heir

[Verse 3]
Steadily in the clouds, they want to bring me down
I'm above the influence but they just think I clown
I want to do this, and they want to do that
I'm talking logic, and they don't know the fact
Writing with a quill and I'm letting all my ink spill
But they just reject the request. My heart be still
They don't want to hear it, they don't want to analyze
They want to hear about my swag and what girls are fly
Composing compositions using devices and alliterations
They're telling me to give my truth too many alterations
Slant rhymes and dank vibes is what I do good
But they say that I'm killing the entire main mood
They keep yapping without any good banter
Kid Scapino on this with the heart of Leander
They're baring their teeth and they tell me to quit
I laugh and fly away thinking "is this it?"

[Chorus] x2
So I stay rising and lifted.
They ask me how I do that? I'm just gifted
Angel wings over here
Paper plane over there
Ascension is second nature when you're the heir

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