- Mar 26, 2003
- 10,777
- 4,247
i gotta get higher
no time to wallow in da mirier
and call'n no one sire
i gotta be a betta buyer
and obtain what is mine
ordain'd
from pay'n mad dues
and suffer'n mad pain
no one to blame
but my desire to get
higher
sing it with soul like a choir
cause i'm
gonna take it higher
like a frequent flyer
so days don't get dark and dire
live'n to close to the fire...
no time for dusty dogz do'n dirt
it's time to put in work
i gotta apointment with capt'n kirk
da romulans cloak'd and shot some ish up
and made them feel the hurt
i said bet...
let me get my cds, my quasimoto t-shirt,
my microphone and dat juicy pack of certs
up up and away
i got no time to play
let me break these fools off with these differntial equations
and i'll be off on my way
cause i'm steadily elevate'n
often times create'n
pathways
out of the devils blaze
and wander'n zombies walk'n half crazed
if these da last dayz
den da stakes im bout to raise
and cockroaches will get crunch'd
like an open bag of jay's or lays
potato chips
if my heartbeat skips
then i might need a lift
as i cross the cavernous rift
from darkness to light
learn'n to use my minds sight
avoid'n lurk'n dooms dat try to bite
and avoid'n fuss'n fixtures dat fix fights
what a poet writes
is a direct reflection of their insight
da powers of darkness might
try to grab my heels
and stop my wheels
but as long as creative minds build
i'll have a shield
and mad power to wield
to keep from get'n killed
in da kill'n field
i gotta build until
every brick is laid
my path of acension
is my first aid
from da deathblade....
i gotta get higher
no time to wallow in da mirier
and call'n no one sire
i gotta be a betta buyer
and obtain what is mine
ordain'd
from pay'n mad dues
and suffer'n mad pain
no one to blame
but my desire to get
higher
sing it with soul like a choir
cause i'm
gonna take it higher
like a frequent flyer
so days don't get dark and dire
live'n to close to the fire...
no time to wallow in da mirier
and call'n no one sire
i gotta be a betta buyer
and obtain what is mine
ordain'd
from pay'n mad dues
and suffer'n mad pain
no one to blame
but my desire to get
higher
sing it with soul like a choir
cause i'm
gonna take it higher
like a frequent flyer
so days don't get dark and dire
live'n to close to the fire...
no time for dusty dogz do'n dirt
it's time to put in work
i gotta apointment with capt'n kirk
da romulans cloak'd and shot some ish up
and made them feel the hurt
i said bet...
let me get my cds, my quasimoto t-shirt,
my microphone and dat juicy pack of certs
up up and away
i got no time to play
let me break these fools off with these differntial equations
and i'll be off on my way
cause i'm steadily elevate'n
often times create'n
pathways
out of the devils blaze
and wander'n zombies walk'n half crazed
if these da last dayz
den da stakes im bout to raise
and cockroaches will get crunch'd
like an open bag of jay's or lays
potato chips
if my heartbeat skips
then i might need a lift
as i cross the cavernous rift
from darkness to light
learn'n to use my minds sight
avoid'n lurk'n dooms dat try to bite
and avoid'n fuss'n fixtures dat fix fights
what a poet writes
is a direct reflection of their insight
da powers of darkness might
try to grab my heels
and stop my wheels
but as long as creative minds build
i'll have a shield
and mad power to wield
to keep from get'n killed
in da kill'n field
i gotta build until
every brick is laid
my path of acension
is my first aid
from da deathblade....
i gotta get higher
no time to wallow in da mirier
and call'n no one sire
i gotta be a betta buyer
and obtain what is mine
ordain'd
from pay'n mad dues
and suffer'n mad pain
no one to blame
but my desire to get
higher
sing it with soul like a choir
cause i'm
gonna take it higher
like a frequent flyer
so days don't get dark and dire
live'n to close to the fire...