Rhyme Asylum – Life Support Lyrics
Lyrics
Skirmish
- It’s funny how I fell in love from my first 'yo'
- Blood, sweat, tears in every verse wrote
- With every word spoke
- But ill do this music if I earn dough or I was dirt broke
- Lyrical Exercise
- But people respect the grind more than they respect the rhymes
- We make sure the names of all the heads that died
- Will always be kept alive
- And How long will they mourn me? - Everyday until the end of time
- Look at the legacy they left behind
- And [‘One Love’] to the lyricists that still exist
- Coz I couldn't picture this
- It was all a dream before it was thoughts I'd see
- When I close my eyes and fall asleep but now I'm living it
- This rapping shit ain't a passing phase
- Cos the habit is hard to break I can't escape
Psiklone
- I put my soul in every rhyme that I write
- Big L Rest In Peace - cos Ripping mics is the light of my life
- Been fed up and my stomach is cramped
- The scene has practically vanished but my hunger is back
- Classics are haphazard
- All I see backpackers, wack rappers, black adders and backstabbers
- As if that matters
- When we're out laying the ground breaking foundations like jack hammers
- Miss ripping ciphers and open mics
- It’s a lifestyle - we rock our clothes oversized
- Inspired as an adolescent
- By Roc Raida on cross faders scratching battle weapons
- It’s my passion - banging the beats
- From DJs to B-boys and the graff on the streets
- This is hip-hop music's inner vision
- Bringing you back to ‘boom bap’ fused with super-lyricism
Possessed
- Still a fan of this shit far from marital bliss
- But I'ma stick with it till I'm carried by six
- What happened to Em what happened to Bis?
- Will I be the next rapper to slip
- No better way of expressing myself
- See there's Hip-Hop, then there's everything else
- We go against the grain change the game
- And we pave the way while you stay the same
- So pay homage
- The difference is we give to this Hip-Hop shit not take from it
- Every word in the pad every verse every track
- Work ‘till the verge of collapse
- Never, turning my back my life is Hip-Hop
- Live breathe spit bleed and die for Hip-Hop
- How much time is left?
- Hip-Hops not dead, its dying, and this here its final breath