Drum (of Parallel Thought) - Chorus III lyrics

[Verse 1: Vordul Mega (of Cannibal Ox)] Yeah, yo, I live dark as regions of rap addicts We get at ‘em, Spitamatics through hard times In a metropolis full of static, it's mathematics That we combine minds and cause havoc Watching the skylines twisted backwards Speak creative like rodeo backflip Off the mattress. Groom in tie-dye Groom in tie-dye, splash kids with art like Guggenheim Doing mine. Some cats write hard But we could see straight through the lines You was lying. Give you fire. Peace to my knuckles Doing time. My cousins ucked up From doing crimes. For them, we spitamatic Then skate. Trying to shake, getting in a trap Escape the fiery d**hs of Hell And represent for hoods across the world [Hook: Vordul Mega (of Cannibal Ox)] ‘Cause there's nothing but the trouble that we get into That we get out of to shine love And rise above all the hatred that comes against us S'why we make buzzards and escape fuzz ‘Cause there's nothing but the trouble that we get into That we get out of to shine love And rise above all the hatred that comes against us S'why we doing us and shine love [Verse 2: 4th Pyramid] Word to me and what I stand for. My plate? Keep your hands off. My mouth stay sealed on what my plans are Already learnt the basics of business: Market your brand ‘til the face is diminished That's just the nature of gimmicks Life cycle of the products we all sit with So how to apply this to art? When labels see artists as applying, but short Shorten the pie. Blueberry part of my high Caught myself right when I started to slide It's part of your job. Unhappy, out to harden your vibe So I drop hard like gauntlets, honest to pa Straight cut, we binged up on our own. Neck is the power Despite cowards perfecting our vowels (f** ‘em) The cat that makes rappers just holler Couldn't relate to suits and tie—I got a Bachelor in commerce [Hook: 4th Pyramid] (x2) They telling me all I need is a chorus's flip f** that. I'm at the fall from where the fortress of hits A founding of invertebrate. Not a camel I don't eat what I regurgitate. Trees lead to dirty faith [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Bust your face with a hammer when I hear my favorite beat That's a hit song when drunk drivers crash in the street Hearing their favorite tune with loud speakers on That's a hit song. Getting beat to James Brown tracks was fat Way back, we had hit songs Jail fights are common when inmates want to hear hit songs You got problems? Getting fit with music as a theme song Is wrong unless people get k**ed—then it's a hit song Rhyme about a drug used once. That's a hit song Swift bombs, get armed and destroy anything I put fists on (Anything) Get flipped on. Competition had better strong (It better be) And mama said, “Knock ‘em out with a one-hit song” The flow's ferocious. I'm gutter—I flow for roaches Cats, rats, stray dogs, crackheads, swerving cobras My whole team hungry and I'm Rasheed Wallace These beat streets is brolic and we ain't need college [Hook 3: C-Rayz Walz] (x2) Swerving in a loop with a turban and a kuf' Drinking bourbon on a roof, reading four key reviews like “Waiter, there's a dervish in my soup.” That's a hit song Trinity, one plus two, chorus