Dew - Weekly Freestyle #1 (June 2016/Week 1) lyrics

[AlexanderTheReal] Keep slayin em! We do this sh** every day 'n um We'll keep pourin our hearts on recordings till u stop playin' um' Dropping j**els out this radiant cranium One day may we shake the stadiums [style switch-up] I'm a hybrid, half human, quarter superhuman, eighth lumen, rest of me wrecked in ruins, ruined SlightTone c'mon let's spit this sickness on this microphone Got the flow that's maddening/ Mad Hatter-ing/ Hide the hydro, inkless pen men get smoked like roaches scattering Dew We're not the ladder man Devolving into fatter men Practicing sadder zen Ignoring trance cause of egomania Right kind of insane in ya The kind you train days for leaving body mind and throat sore cause you spit barbed dope words like a genuine hello or a mindful meeting [AlexanderTheReal] Dewey dude I threw my name out Didn't rise nah, I scrapped n clawed/ Subterranean alien, I saw sun n Sol after emerging from the dirt of the earth, I came out Launched my ego into the cosmos yet I lost no thing I hold dear I'm bold, near, new beginnings, the old me is croaking I'm sittin' watchin' Not in Pain I'm out now in third person state What's worse than hurt n pain? No hurt, just an irk to gain Without that I'd never of had a thang of which I could say I overcame I'm grateful for the curse of shame Sights now at you they aim: Right on dawg, no ladder, no climb, lifestyles n cultures rewind, no evolution Look back to the Prussian Revolution Why u think that I changed the Devolution? As we meet and greet once again, we use a perverted form of communication to relate to all, but relate to one Save you're children, daughters and sons of revolution/ Our generation bound with the weight of our fathers I'm dead to you son, pay homage Now let's play knowledge/ Flip a minus man into a charge of positive/ Lawmen sawin like log men/Make sense? Nah man Why not? Metaphors can't be longing/belonging to who? No, be longing for you dude is easy like cooking noodles branded as Ramen Okay I'm lost, what did you say? I said you're dead before you came./ Maybe that may be said, not to mean it's on this level I'm in, not belonging to these concepts and contexts/ Im half jesting with every word heard they're contesting, my words contesting in pre-sets and precept Let's set stages, devise cages, surprise rages to confine races Then play them, platforms upon ageless wisdom held sacred for prolongation towards slavery Perverting the profoundly sacred to save me Cuz underneath it all every elitist crawls, greedy babies Now that I'm going all out I'm all in Walk-in a boxing bout not knowing what's been talked about before I enter I fall in Slipped, tripped, wobblin' Re-centered to re-enter the ring now at least I'm hobbling mentor's methods not entertaining As it only negates the greatness grating of creating nothing but what's amazing YOU can call it what your heart says And as you debate the merits before discarding it If it meant that much why not wear it? You care for it, I carry it, not caring for it