Story Behind The Song
I've been through a lot just to speak the truth.
Song Description
The song.
| Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed, Stressed |
Subject |
Determination |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
We're in the days of the Devil this large not little-
So let me lose my social mind discover METAPHYSICAL,
Relinquish my flame game across the land,
Pure genuine love, that hate can't stand,
Everybody got a distant purpose and time-
Pending on your circumstance you might not probe ya mind,
"Man I can't be out listening to some voices in my head,
See me on the hustle for material collecting bread-"
This is rough indeed, yo' how can I explain-
This metal MIC, it's been at my side-
For many decades G', no fantasy this the real thing-
Sooooo, release the Kraken-
This the physical flow, verbal giant busting lyrics-
Out the neck I blow, additional at times-
But that's just how things go, making sure you get the best-
From meeeee, back in day we was just drinking Guinness-
And smoking indica blunts, I love the way that sound-
Imagine these no front, Old English 800-
And them stems we crunched, back in day them things WE-
Dooooo,
With the The Mic he clutching,
METAPHYSICAL is always saying something,
Living life might give you stitches in your body,
But still you keep to busting raps and heavy rock the party, × 2
Making your emotions excite,
I'm giving out formula for the children strong all night,
A juggernaut flowing non particular,
Kinda vehicular swerving off the road,
Because in these lanes never pass the speed limit-
Police will pull you over steady lock you up the bit,
Straight out the script of Jim Crow 2.0,
This new millennium is learning things not good to go-
With The Mic I clutch and spit truth I see,
Cold cops falsifying misdemeanors and felonies,
Respect to you if you know about these calamities-
And suddenly you see there's way more to be seen,
Respect to the record that keeps on spinning in jungle black,
Figure providing for family simply from this fact,
So dense it seems activity heavy my hustle B-
Moving my destiny stripping skins of poverty,
Man bust when I flow this jungle style rhythm,
From The Mic I'm giving strength to you your heart beat,
From this I suppose all man is typical AND-
Never infallible living in society,
With the The Mic he clutching,
METAPHYSICAL is always saying something,
Living life might give you stitches in your body,
But still keep to busting raps and heavy rock the party, × 2
The Mic, The Mic,
The Mic, The Mic,
The Mic, The Mic,
The Mic, The Mic, x 2.