3Point - Style lyrics

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3Point - Style lyrics

[Verse 1: Entropy] Hell, I'm walkin' through it Talkin' fluently to devils f**ing congruent to no one No ones on my level I'm equal to angels broken to pebbles fallin' to earth Given 9-5 schedules from birth, I told em I was different Introverted and gifted f**in' perverted and mentally lifted To levels beyond my opposition My weapons flow with addiction To f**in hip hop and b**hes Im questioning my position This diction is universal Given with rhythm whether off the dome or rehearsal Like religion and the pews fill with suicidal circles I'm confused Blowin purple in the dark and writtin' verses while I carve my thigh like couples in bark Avoiden curfews, and f**in in the back of the car Her mama bought her while he eats her like a shark in the water Somebody's daughter I'm confused, the demon is loose The noose fell through Listen to what I tell you Like it's a secret And cut yourself to the message [Hook: Entropy] I ain't talkin' 'bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style All the b**hes go crazy, cuz the groove's wild Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style All the people go crazy, cuz the groove's wild Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style All my homies go crazy, cuz the groove's wild Talkin' bout heaven, I'm talkin' 'bout a new style All the- Go- Cuz the- Wild [Verse 2: Entropy] You are me, I am you I am all, I did shoot Did not fall, hit reboot Shut the system down and run it Steppin' in the booth, see these rappers run in The line between, hesitation and preparation The line between supportin for the fam. and Gettin money like a b**h with logo shirts and Jordan laces Lookin' at all the faces Voices I hear are paintin' Subconsciously drawing pictures of Angels, demons and satan Heaven is steamin' All the apostles are screamin' Waitin' for illustrations like this one to fill up the vacant pistol Put it up to your mental Pullin' the trigger quickly to watch you land in a pool of your misery Which is history to me because I put it in the bullet and shot at the mystery figure That was the mirror Look at the image you shattered, you see it clearer? The time is nearer, hear the words you're sayin' or read the lips of the broken gla** Forget the past, move forward, off with the head of satan, the head of man Be patient, the blades dull but it can cut your f**in' hand Apply the pressure, no hesitation