Timid MCコミュのlyrics

Bars on the Battlefield
Timid f/ Killah
©2002

[Timid]
[I blaze with a]Flame like an inferno to singe your epidermal
layers melt from the heat dealt, submit to the thermal
stylistic, the mic mystic conjures syllable spells
from an unfillable well, where all thats illable dwells
mad scientific, producing thereoms that's prolific
demote you from promising youth to just a statistic
exist in, paradox of hard knox, nice is attrocious
think you dealing with the timid but attacked by the ferocious[Killa]
Bloody Pyscosis/ bars are flown with hypnosis/
Live nigga rap, cat from Brooklyn is who you flow with/
Semi fire flame, the Killah and Timid spitting dope shit shit/
and you know, New York soldiers bang nigga/
we slashs fags and hang wiggers/
where them slang sisters, slither on concrete to frame misters stitch up your arm from blade blisters/
You only drop written bars, your tracks are worse than Disney’s Pearl Harbor/
You a abortion doctor? So why you walk with body armor/

{Chorus}
keep it moving son, advanced therapy of higher learning/
we on rival turf, no contest like the Jews versus Germans/
let’s reverse time, did yall build pyrimids/
isreali war, new age egytians, pharohs feeling it/


[Timid]
battlefield mentality aim to leave gaps in your dental
essential prejudice protects pros from being sentimental
residential inhabitance at risk of the fall out
direct route, come sick, make this a small bout
no doubt, we ice grillin, givin no sympathy
the elite force move with speed no need for infantry
intimidating with glares, grins, gestures and vocab
lab experiments nab with jabs of the gift to gab
techniques tantilize and turn tragic by trituration
tonsil team play toss tough guys by alliteration
know who you facin', track records and background
do you with no trace and, leave only your sack found
we don't hold back, cause ya conscious to fade to black
an savour the act of carnage [committed] on your whole pack
red dots for all heads in bed with the opposition
twitch from the index re affirms our position


[Killa]
Murderous darts, contained in beams of light/
Shinobi assasins, who attack bastards in the middle of night/
We the last line of defense, black man who ground/
detach your laranx, so we clap cats with no sound/
Heavy metal gunplay/ Priest rape kids too/ oh yeah is that GOD’s way/
but yall donate cream and worship his words every sunday/
yo the Killah don’t play that/ semi fire sprayed rap/
bars and hooks vocab rap, yall think I don’t hold that/


{Chorus}
keep it moving son, advanced therapy of higher learning/
we on rival turf, no contest like the Jews versus Germans/
let’s reverse time, did yall build pyrimids/
isreali war, new age egytians, pharohs feeling it/

All About The Rhyme
Artist: Timid
© 2001

Musically addicted, a victim of rhythmic sensations
Exile myself with a #2 and a pad conducting relations
In depth concepts filed in Mental - pedia
Let my brain feed, live stream, because this is Real Media
From alpha to zeta my thoughts come in waves
And I boogie bored myself to death on the path it paves
Rhyme pays off 2 to 1 but takes 15% in tips
20 more in tax and miscellaneous fees, now cash in ya chips
What ya got left to dip, not much of the green is seen
depressed pockets, nothing but blue cheese and sour cream
The hour it seems...is at hand
but G the Shock to the system because the tightness of the band
that plays out the melody of a stagnated flow
that raises the black pick with a fist that lifts your wilted afro
from constricted arteries, all circulation cease to be
paralyzed from the crown down, still askin, "Are you feelin me?"


[2x]
My mental spills ill will
When I sit still to kill and fill time
It's all about the rhyme, It's all about the rhyme


Time waits for no man but death has patience
and a room that's vacant for we march on to in cadence, life's vagrants
about face, you major pain, drop and give me 50
cc's stat of some of that or whatever 25 can get me
like an iz-el in a barred hell of caged brethren
who watch with us all as the empty bus disembarks for heaven
leave the driving to us, we know where we're taking you
there's always enough space in the hand basket to make room for you too
Who me? Dumb question even a more stupid expression
on the face of a race that thrives on aggression
200 year old tot, the worst of the lot
arrogantly threw away the ticket for the toll, so it'll cost all you got
an advanced civilized man (huh?) a tax write off humanitarian
Normal contradiction in terms in the age of the techno-barbarian
raving and ranting, praising and prancin
not aware of the heat, nor of where they're dancin


[2x]
My mental spills ill will
When I sit still to kill and fill time
It's all about the rhyme, It's all about the rhyme


Bomb strategic, laser guided, press the button and head
straight for your bed, to preach lessons, I ordered the code red
bull to energize, you guys and revitalize
wonder in eyes, like the youth, for these are the days of our lives
but there's suds in our opera, so scrub the rotund
hunny bun, then glaze and marinate on 360 until done
Still hot from the fire conducted by the wire
tele-commuting drama, like a driver on a Firestone tire
admire the courage of a man that laughs at danger
or laugh at the idiot who doesn't heed the warnings of the ranger
Yogi, concentrate on the yellow stone to raise the kundalini
couldn't be me, because the meat sauce is covering my linguini
Chef-Boy-Are-We in it six feet deep
a walking graveyard, where do dreams go when we're not sleep
questions of the ages answered by divine intervention
but most quizzes are open book if you're paying attention


[4x]
My mental spills ill will
When I sit still to kill and fill time
It's all about the rhyme, It's all about the rhyme

inTimidation
Title: Life's Way
Artist: Timid f/ Soul
©2002



[Timid]
Dog what's your main focus
I think life's got you in hypnosis and I hope this
get's through to you and you take it to heart
because for any change to occur there must be a start
For anything worth doing, is gonna be hard
but you must push through and let nothing retard
your progress, the days will look up and the clouds will break
sunshine will gleam through, it just might take
a little time, a little work, a little devotion
influences from all directions will tug at your emotion
you gotta rise above, all that stands in your way
don't let nothing deter you from that path lay
ahead, life is just more than the moment
you gotta live for the eternal, and realise there's atonement
what you do today, don't stay in the here and now
but will return to you someday, someway, somehow


{Chorus - Soul}
Life has it's ways of making things right
What's right for life might not be alright
for you, you know, what you show, will go
forth from you and be reflected tomorrow
{Chorus - Timid}
{Chorus - Soul}


[Timid]
Yo I know these days and times look bleek
but you must stand strong, and don't let it prove you weak
strength not from anger but manifested within
the calm and serentity that lies in all men
this power is everlasting and will keep you on your feet
strength through madness leads to deep deceit and defeat
betrayal, animosity, revenge, and hatred, all may
surface when you rub someone the wrong way
and vengence will be their's if you're lost in anger
mostly likely it'll be someone you know over a stranger
if you live on the terms of dark, dark gets done
runs rampant in your life, and will block out the sun
so move out of the shadows and just catch a glimpse of the light
and let it strike the prism within, so you too may radiate bright


{Chorus - Soul}
Life has it's ways of making things right
What's right for life might not be alright
for you, you know, what you show, will go
forth from you and be reflected tomorrow
{Chorus - Timid}
{Chorus - Soul}


[Timid]
My man, are you hearing me or am I talking to air
sometimes i feel that when I speak you're not there
do NOT let circumstances catch you off guard
you've been warned, when life strikes, it strikes hard
and at that moment, you have no choice
so take heed at the words don't just hear my voice
i'm trying to save you from the misery to come
that surely will be there, it's not known where from
so take a hint at what I'm delivering from within these lines
understand that lifes got its' own plan and own designs
so don't just say the words but listen to what's in these rhymes
for it might save you someday in these desperate times


{Chorus - Soul}
Life has it's ways of making things right
What's right for life might not be alright
for you, you know, what you show, will go
forth from you and be reflected tomorrow
{Chorus - Timid}
{Chorus - Soul}

inTimidation
Title: The World Is A Ghetto
Artist: Timid
©2002

Sometimes, I look around and try and make sense of what I see
at the rotten plot of life unfolding around me
bold facts of untold acts of unpleasantry
commonly committed by the high class and peasantry
passed off with elegance by self defined vocabulary
allowing mildest acts of kindness to be deemed legendary
a very bleak outlook for the coming ages
we look to the money for knowledge and bypass the sages
whose your guru man? from where springs forth your will?
how fake is the one that has to remind you that he's real?
strength of man shallowly determined by his muscle
and the beauty of life reduce to nothing more than a hustle
to get the vain attention that is craved by the ego
conscious ruled by the id, iced to perpetrate the regal
how am I suppose to look up to cats that exist below me
show me, homey, that you're worth more than your rolley


"I gotta get mines" is the mantra of the many
scopin for the bills with no attention to the penny
delusions of granduer hindering the focused mind
watchin your back like danger only comes up from behind
watch your front, it's where the games are being played
and spoken up to be heard is how the message is conveyed
swayed by the opinions delivered by the antagonist
question the stated, there's no such thing as ghetto fabulous
just the ignorance of the ign'ant priding themselves on being ignorant
like a country with arrogance claiming the right to be belligerent
blame laid by the same that aspires to be the righteous
shamed as sons are slain in vain by the transpires of the bias
you tell me where it is in life that this does not apply
from corporate to government to an interpersonal lie
from divisions in religion to the decisions made for you and I
you say don't shed a tear but your actions say let them cry


Ghetto is a mind state as well as a place to dwell
permeating cultures giving cause to why they fell
on the brink of the last step of a thousand mile journey
that ends off a cliff but doesn't seem to concern the
hikers of the treck, concerned with techs and catching wreck
nose in someone else's funk keeping them in check
house in disarray but appearance set to shine
painting the picture of perfection but sprinkled with turpentine
petty concerns lead to hard lessons learned
calling yourself the greatest when the title wasn't earned
take a look at what your doing, pay attention to your actions
it all doesn't revolve around your personal satisfactions
double standard living, rules change on a whim
which doesn't apply to me because I'm better than him
advanced and civilized because upright is how we stand
posture doesn't protect from acting worse than Cro-Magnon man