Brain Storm
Am I human or alien? or just stupid for sayin it
Or am I just lost in life, confused with a alias
Every vision is horrid, I sit and witness it, morbid
Lookin out the window tryin to picture a portrait
I fear that time will slay and kill my mind an brain
Leavin me dry an slain! it's as clear as night an day
I aproach every rhyme, like my flow never dies
With one focus thats only to know if I'm right
If theres a note then I'll write I've chosen a scribe
But just know that I might explode when I try
And find myself closer then within holdin the mic
They say I'ma mechincal force on a plan to get worse
Diagrammed on a graph, trapped on this earth
The words that I speak can turn a verse to unique
Melting the ice, and leavin you burin with heat
As days go pass I see rust on the blades I have
So I absorb wisdom an knowledge from ancient facts
I scribble and jot very simple riddles and plots
While sittin on a cloud with a pencil from God
Is a religion a belief or just a mission we need?
I've studied diffirent temples and visions of kings
Ex is just speakin his mind w/o speakin, you mind?
With enough oxygen to speak w/o breathin inside
I write music for fans, but I might use it to rap
Purchase a studio along with a mic, blueprint an amp
Every diamond is crystal my mind is a pistol
Alligned in the sky just like that eye on the temple
I'm wise with the mental, I rise to the tempo
To surprise all the ken folks, despise all the demos
I'm prone to swallow spits, known to vomit kids
Clones and monster souls with out common sense
I follow a path, broken hearted: bottle of wrath
Only with a promise to stop the problem of wack
My conscience is black; locked in a coffin with rats
I came more then vicious my pain tore my writtens
An left me under a cloud as I brain stormed the lyrics
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