Paroles de 'Global' par Sev Statik

The truth is stranger than fiction but i'ma make is personal
Add my ingredients - cook it up then serve you
I was here before your lies my concepts are timeless
Held the pen and pad close for security like linus
I bust for those who love me and leave geminis behind
Rep for a small heard of heads and keep it live
Stay focused over beats and praise the one who sent me
That makes perfect sense like holdin' 7 pennies
5 years of tunnel rat affiliation and creation
Seen all competition scared and hiding' they faces
And when we around you sweatin' to give us pounds
But dirty up our names and copy our whole sound
And we still give you daps and pray that you'll grow
Power went to ya head and ya ego got blowed
Yea i sound a bit upset but i'm dealin' with this session
I refuse to blurt the names so let the guilty be offended

Dax
Still saying it
Yall already know
See it's a miracle i lasted this long while yall was trippen over the beat
And stumbling over your words i was written songs bout the miracles in life
But you never heard
So it's a miracle i lasted this long
And i stood strong when you said i was wrong
And bleed every song that you never heard
And i wept until every tear became a word
And my puddles of poems
Swelled up into an ocean of deep thought
And the motion was emotion
And the shipped that i came on was called devotion
The rhymes yall quoting i wrote back in time
Lived the life you hopin you could before your first rhyme
You aint doing it right you irritate and you bite
You don't need the spot light
You need to put down the mic
You aint the most underground and i aint afraid to state it
Yell so twisted you braid and i hate it

Verse2
My given name explains im noble man
Bounce feet till folks retreat all over land and sea
No man commanding me im puffin up jehovah hand
And yall wonder why t.r.s is deemed a global band
Many snakes get to biting quicker than a cobra can
But you know they stand in line to be they first to throw they hand
But i throw mines from the soldiers since old enough to understand
Im a colder man then you heard when your modem ran
I bring fourth the son of man in same fashion as a joseph and
Mary did i carry kids when they hearse to slow to stand
And walk the fight i write the hearse that fuels your drive
And clear the path for those to steer there crooked lives
I took the time watch fools steel the hearts of city
With 15 bones people bought mediocrity
A polished up pastor who talk gritty getting over and
At last its mr. atlas don't ask if im global man

Hook
We just take this to serious to be controlled by industry
We are global t.r. mcs that's one thing for curtain trust me