james vane – the power of graphite lyrics
verse [1]
perennially ephemeral let me welcome you to revolution records
and the perils of my pencil, generate flowers with petals i sent you
which are part of our potential, to us it is essential
a tiny piece of graphite, the power in it’s mental
went to immense lengths, just to send this to you
i’m a blood vessel essential to the genre
if it takes being a martyr, to p-ss the message farther
faster, as we sign off on our masters
so be it to p-ss the message to the young
they try to put a price on me
but i’m worth a lot more than just 99 p
stencil love in stone, cut the devils in society
through the night we fight to finally find free times
questioning the meaning of freedom in these lines
need a sign to get this message notoriety
i believe in a story and the power of speech
not a mumble that has a club on their feet
call me black and white, but the old ways are beautiful
wisdom is the ultimate undervalued attribute
in the light you find the lime, that’s why you hear my sour rhymes
still remains too common for these lyricists to shower crime
religion is a trap you see but hip hop is mine
no matter what i’m at one with the divine
i fight for the right to rap the truth and let it rise through
rappers, know the temptation of the apple bites you
rappers sign away their freedom only for survival
how are you are alive when you know they hide the real you
therapy on instrumentals, always brings the judgemental
no time for the gentle when you’re influential
too much at stake, too much meat being k!lled
too much pure blood spilt, we are here to rebuild
[hook]
(welcome to the new religion
the power of graphite
the power of these lines
the power of the rhyme cannot be defined
the power of people
the power repeats you
the power can make you
the god, and the hateful
the power of fable
the power to save you
the power to make you
‘the’ label of racial allilance too
the power to paint new views for all of you) x2
[v2]
it started from fourteen, boring shy kid
the scene was new school, fortunate bored teen
and the teasin to me was meaner than it seemed
the game came along, she helped to save me
started scuffling with scaffolding, running from the m-sses
battle for the chance to dazzle on the m-ssive channels
in a world of bitten apples, this is how i break my shackles
play a little bit of scrabble, melody added
a combination that took us much further than acid
a combination that destroyed marshall mathers’ marriage
saved jay z’s, what a madness it is
told me talent is practice, and practice is talent
dreams don’t come to fantasists in reality that is
just the truth of this ballad that i balance in the booth
soothe the youth, apparently, magic seed
lucid thought i spew fluenty, flying like a parakeet
over beautiful beats, to get it flooding the streets
mike skinner inspired, helped to build this release
helped me stay at peace, formulate my chronicle
redefined impossible, showed me it’s phenomenal
lots to discuss, undertaking perilous activities
manipulating the skull’s chemistry for credibility
breathless from the footy
failing to acknowledge that the time may come for penalties
mistakes that we made, and people that fade
when i die, i just hope that they say
he effected the culture in a positive way
now there’s a new artist eclipsing his wave
see, i’ve been living with a depression and here is my medication
i open up on these beats to educate and give you elation
escape your examination through musical fascination
imagination is the key to these beautiful animations
[hook]
v [3]
the goal is to push the power every hour
from acm, all the way up to the palladium
to stadium, will never copy that canadian
write my own views, that’s why i am radiant
the rules are too hazy these days
the lazy are finding the best way to make it through the maze
no offense meant, but i’m only on my own two
do it in my own way, always keep it soulful
offer up that soul food, and you know it’s all true
got to keep it noble for when this goes global
this the new gospel, one of the apostles
scorching his tonsils, to topple the system
upon who, upon few controlling our prisons
smoking our billions, increasing division
imprisoning victims, through all of the seasons
the death of our councils, a war of attrition
i like what you’re saying there but where are the answers
maybe there are none, the government fucked us
on a permanent basis, like label advances
like the democrat party crushed bernie sanders
masters to question all the masters above us
hit them in the guts, before they cut up the real love
stuff that makes you dance, there’s nothing to discuss
don’t mind some cuts that cuss just to cuss but
can’t call ourselves role models, if we’re popping bottles
must acknowledge the power that we have is colossal
amongst the beats and the words see the subtle knife
the power to create new worlds, destroy lives
the temptation is there, i hope i don’t become tainted
contaminated by intoxication, i -ssimilated
the plan to stay sacred may become desecrated
sterling and illegals can keep you elated
[hook]
[verse 4]
i arrived at long last, revolving gl-ss doors
million dollar tours, the kingdom is all yours
civilian control, all the sponsors endorse
your opinion, no matter how militant
because the brand is brilliant, isn’t it
every shipment they say ‘you are motherfucking k!lling it’
i guess i am and the feeling is thrilling
no awareness of the fact their perception is dipping
billing my ascension to sony’s system
the old me doesn’t know me, and this vision
doesn’t understand the real meaning of ambition
that ‘villain’ means winnin’ in lyrics, indifference brings listens in
pills bring superior interior, for all of that scintillating material
as i sign the deal forgot about the real you
forget about that guy, for he is immaterial
[8 bar]
when the ink is administered, by your fingers for a loan that inhibits
and the best lawyer can’t get you outside the perimeter
telling ya how to build, cons for bills:
rhymes more simpler, bars more sinister
you could have all the listeners
if you could become this
jv take no prisoners
take no prisoners
no prisoners
prison is
in this:
[break]
[8 bar]
i have no limits, and i have no forgiveness
my spirit is a gimmick, my lyrics are a mimic
a pale imitation, of the greats that preceded
but the digits inhibit you more by the minute
your mentality’s twisted, morality drifted
until it’s inifinite, and it’s part of appearance
evil existence, for industry admittance
resistance is futile, can we be of -ssistance?
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