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sharoyce antwan - dope lyrics

[intro:]
dope
like dopamine in a sense
highly contagious
producing a lot of brain chemicals
very addicting
and once you hear it
its like crystal meth to the ear, i guess
or maybe crack
some type of drug i never done before

[verse one:]
shake
i was addicted to the tune first time they bumped you in the room
so definitively dope, it struck a vein and lit the spoon
had me shakin to the bass + at which i’d never be immuned
cause oncе the melody consumes mе, infidelity resumes
until you’ve set me the mood to spew some instrumental loogies
lube the ears with jewels and loose leaf all my stoolings
sh+t on beats and get to provin that the throne would be unruly
with the court jesters fl!ckin all the pebbles at the devil
helter skeltah, sound bury, flex the shovel, pour the concrete
i level every adversary treadin in my presence
at discretion apply the pressure to compress the heavy metal
but i’m sonically at large and now i’m back with a concerto
i full metal jack for beats and kick it with my sh+lltoe
i spit til i’m cripple or decrepit with a stale throat
ice baby, will it ever stop? i can’t tell yo
my heart skippin, never that
the beat tells me h+ll no
royce
[interlude:]
the hiphop lead to a depreciation of his lifestyle
goals of becoming a physicist were replaced with the ambitions of becoming a verbal chemist. constant abuse of rap paraphernalia made him the epitome of a dope fiend

[verse two:]
i got a tale as old as tribulation
i scribble hatred as a form of mental ventilation
pen the anguish+ black and white
call it miscegenation
hear forward to my pain and how i grieve in cadence
shake
it’s just the taste of that fix that had me shakin on the strip
using turner kits to find a vein like baby this is it
that’s that high that i’ve been waiting for
it’s gravy in a sense
gave me an adolescent mindstate + and make me innocent
i told myself this was the last time i’d work the forty plus
cash that check, collect my funds, hop on that number forty bus
cut on my walkman so the time flowed
straddled plenty aves with a purpose in my veins
that h + who got that bomb yo?
travis was the pusher, dapped me up with sweaty palms
perspiratin from withdrawals, i’m like f+ck it, skip the convo
i got it in my mind and i need it in my system
i’m fiendin for that sh+t + to the fiends its liquid ritalin
i be riddlin my body with more puncture wounds than insulin users
slip that sugar in my wrist to defuse me
slip through realms of harsh realities
move me through a move movie
i’m the host to all that sooths me
use me til you lose me
[outro:]
sh+t
he wound up eventually dyin because he was too obsessed with the music thing. even though his mother told him countless times “boy get off yo ass and get a job”… he neglected to listen to her
sh+t… eventually he met his demise at a run dmc concert

- sharoyce antwan lyrics

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