Tha FreakStylaz Post Album

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal |

| 6. Solitaire |

::Hook::

no matter of dues unpaid i had it and blew

became bored and real weak and battled confused

i had to recluse and find where the prophet went

now i return in a new form to stop and vent

lookin outside myself's been failure in the purest form

my views were formed by my surroundins and the newest storms

i now look within myself for the cure unborn

i been a child daunted like those in the field of corn

needed shield from swords to survive in my vestitude jungle

those streets where those ill kids packed a few bundles

i breathe the rapture, too humble to breathe hatred wind

though i feel weak and outta control and i skate in sin

tastin gin was to calm my torment and confuse wrong into right

felt the will of the world closin, couldn't show up to fight

as i confine myself to a room i can scribe my mind true

whether alive on in the sublime i surmise the nines blew

and in my mind's blues, i overcome of the pain

fly fire like those bullets, and then succumb to flame

become one with the slain and make misery my weapon of choice

a billion souls in one cadence and the confession in voice

is that which can shatter mountains and see my vestige of points

i feel every line that i rhyme now that i'm checkin my joints

it's like an outer body experience and yes i rejoice

as i look futuristic and see that i'm blessed in a royce

and the message is point to the deck in the movement of ruth

then in one bound like superman i flew to a roof

and stood over the world alone no longer feelin uncouth

but wit a passion in practice like a first deal in a booth

5 mic it, revealin the truth and not a rebuttle posed

turn the hot into somethin to manage like my struggle's cold

bubble gold and share it wit the masses tattered and bruise

i come full circle from the egg and now the dragon ensues

::Hook::

no matter of dues unpaid i had it and blew

became bored and real weak and battled confused

i had to recluse and find where the prophet went

now i return in a new form to stop and vent

i'm by myself in this matter no one can motivate me

either luv me, and do hug me, or grow to hate me

i can't please the world and promise all gold and saftey

sometimes i lapse and feel trapped as my flow escapes me

i been forcin myself to strike and put the torch in to melt

every dude who says my damn name in an unfortunate hell

the world's plagues got us walkin streets but sportin a cell

that's a sale of cotton not to mention more the portion of shells

i retort and oh well be the response of the council of leaders

i come correct, but in jest, they all denounce my demeanor

as if i'm not esteemed-smooth, and their countenance is cleaner

and wonder why the blunder is what's pronounced for our teens um

bums could ramble on in a belligerent tongue

give you chills and stop the flow of your feelin and lungs

i need to be alone like many foes in the chill of the slums

where my peeps rob each other for a fillin of crumbs

as the skill i get comes in a blast of thinkin

somebody else laid flat, all collapsed and stinkin

i'm shriekin and findin myself in a posture of prayer

to change the paradigm of mine and i'm locked in as mayor

of not a town but every continent i'm watchin the slay us

if you don't got it now, i'll guess you get cha consciousness later

::Hook::

no matter of dues unpaid i had it and blew

became bored and real weak and battled confused

i had to recluse and find where the prophet went

now i return in a new form to stop and vent

the conclusion will be short as i stop in to say

for freaks from now own i'll be rocky till grave

i'm might go down in a blaze, but i'll bounce back

still the freak like no other i announce that

For Uncharted Terrain

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records