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rasul – infinite lyrics

(writing colours)
they say it all comes with the territory
being lost in heaven finding the purgatory, self-explanatory
through they eyes of whoever masters the ceremony
that dj play my favorite record for me
you won’t remember homie, i’ve seen it all happen
from the era of crack to what they call famine
the car jack in brooklyn, the gun clapping
knocking down every wall in uncle tom’s cabin
y’all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles
the bl–dy knees from crawling on the steepest roads
the sheepish clothes, enemies i’m keeping close
monkey see, monkey, do, easy comes, easy goes
look at my face you can feel the cold, feel the load
written in scars, come see me and i feed the bold
to reap what my demons sowed
yes i’m just like you, go ahead ask keyshia cole

the same fool walking in the same shoes
the same routes, coming to the same moods
same d-mn empty stomach eating the same food
paying dues, grinding my sorrows with the grey goose
throught the mist of it all remained faithful
left pandora’s box in my rearview
square two, billie holiday “strange fruit”
yeah, it’s been a struggle but blame who
i came through the gates of 808s
ultimate beats & breaks, those
filtered crates, sps and pause tapes
for god’s sake, before lebron went all-state

before false images, greed and lost faith, get it straight
your boys’ been about his paper
ever since british knights and pagers
biz markie’s “vapors”, when halladin transformed the fader
before trends of culture or original flavor
i’ve catered to the needy and poor
from the dirty dirty to the grittiest sh0r-s
a soldier of a hideous war, you’ve seen me before
battling biblical keys and devious chords
an idiot savant born with ingenious flaws
like writing colours with no reason at all
graffitis on walls, to me it’s just keeping it raw
and no, i don’t rap, i’m just speaking to god

and tell me, do you know what it feels like
to read the qu’ran under street lights
when the hawks beating up your face, can’t keep your feet tight
like when your pockets are filled with that real white
the night falls shorter and you’re so tired of all the portioning
we blamed it on the new world order then
never saw the walls closing in, somehow stopped focusing
how the h-ll were we supposed to win?

again, it all comes with the territory
yeah, it’s pretty much self-explanatory
through they eyes of whoever masters the ceremony
that dj play my favorite record for me
you won’t remember homie, i’ve seen it all happen
from the era of crack to what they call famine
the car jack in brooklyn, the gun clapping
knocking down every wall in uncle tom’s cabin
y’all should examine all the dirt underneath my soles
the bl–dy knees from crawling on the steepest roads
the sheepish clothes, enemies i’m keeping close
monkey see, monkey do, easy comes, easy goes
look at my face you can feel the cold, feel the load
written in scars, come see me and i feed the bold
to reap what my demons sowed
yes i’m just like you, go ahead ask keyshia cole

infinite

- rasul lyrics

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