mychelle lee – ballad blast lyrics
[verse: mych-lle lee]
intriguing duality,
welcome to reality
the comedy and tragedy
hits spastically and drastically
igniting forms of quality
to pull you into my flattery
what you hearing
insanity
minus the plus of
profanity
a blessed rapper i am you see
breaking every formality
never had a casualty,
‘cus i’m sweeter than cavity
genuine curiosity
george’s wanna get close to me
sing song like it’s nursery
back in forth like the rockers creek
the rappers creed, the author of
or something they stumbled upon
try to figure where i’m from
or if there’s ever more to come
kinda wondering myself,
with every notch and every belt
when every line and every rhyme
starts to manifest itself
when the ink is overwhelmed
and the pad is overfilled
should i drop another line?
yeah,i’m thinking might as well
so i wrote me a sonnet
or a ballad for my lectures
i’m in love with every part of my collection
kinda special
i love you past ya
imperfections
look beyond ya
self perceptions
yeah i know ya
true complexion
resonates in self expression
my book of manifestos
filled wit pages of confessions
numbered by convictions
and narrated by obsessions
for this thing, that i have
called a jones, for a love
where “the sanctuary’s” filled
carrying pics from my love/
i’m seeing through the lens
while my track it overdubs
that the love of my life
is no longer what it was
so i’ll battle “nina’s blues”
like it’s done by the long
and i hoping what i have
it isn’t gone by tomorrow
excuse my theatrics
and the use of allegory
don’t let the play destroy me
‘cuz it’s done for the glory
an exert by angelou
would compliment the story
but an epilogue by snoop
would definitely do it for me
they say i’m over spitting
and this track is under hood
the horsepower on my lyrics
misunderstood for my good
i see no other way
than to give it to you raw
if my style is a blessing
then consider that my flaw/
‘cuz a facade or masquerade
is not a game in which i play
where rappers treat rhymes like burkas
under veils like paki slaves
replace the whip and chain
with a slew of hand grenades
on the front lines of war
and the battle cry be my tape
‘cuz this here is sparta
so are you not entertained?
by my gladiators givin’ 300 on the page
divide that by 12
and you can take 9 away
p-ss the bar by 16
16 bars i should say
that sweet 16 turned to a middle aged 48
the product of my 6 to 8 months
it took to make this tape
i’m sorry for the wait
if the best is what i portray
then time is what i take
to be greater than today
so uhhh…
keep on dancin’
while i write another ballad
for you to blast everyday
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