UniVERSEal - Life (J Dilla x Proof Revisit) lyrics

(Intro) (Ferris Bueller) Yep. I said it before and I'll say it again. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it (Verse 1: uniVERSEal) Rewriting the storyline, no time for cameos Too much talent, no recognition, feel like DiCaprio Leonardo da Vinci, Pica**o and Vincent van Gogh A Mona Lisa smile dressed in blue, she's also psycho Piano beat's the only way to go Breathing brand new life into this art form that's dying real slow Oh you like k**ing tracks, where's the logic in that? Hip-hop's dying of disease, I'm just trying to bring it back No glitz, no glamour, prone to rage like Bruce Banner Got hecklers enamored by the manner in which I act The fact of the matter is that you don't matter Like anti-matter you're my opposite, imagine how you'd rap A gladiator with a lightsaber couldn't force me to change, no Darth Vader Player-hater naysayers all over the place My rhymes ate Hannibal Lecter's face, it was an accident, inspector, I swear Got a flair for the dramatic, I'm an a**onance addict Using unorthodox tactics to make my songs more climactic Practice makes perfect, I guess that's true on the surface But all I get with more practice, is more and more nervous The fact to face is I'm a basket case who contemplates his place in a faceless, nameless world that constantly quickens the pace Brace yourself, like a kid with bad teeth Cause when your brain starts bursting at the seams, things aren't what they seem The stitches of your sanity slip away in your dreams Unraveling as I'm travelling across different galaxies Been to too many dimensions to mention So I'm not impressed by Walt Disney and his 3D movies Cold-hearted, foldin' cards cause my poker face retarded I mean special, not mentally handicapped Keeping it fresh, call it saran wrap Food for thought is all I've got Plus a stomach tied in knots, bu*terflies won't knock it off What's the story? What's the plot? Who's shooting? Who gets shot? Who reaches, gets caught? Sinking into the melting pot To be or not to be, question asked, answer not received Dot, dot, dot, craziest writers block I ever fought Never thought I'd render ink blots into several, clever lines that get you higher than Denver pot I remember when people couldn't stand it when I talked Now the first thing they say when I walk up is "Yo, is the new song out or what?" I don't care, I don't have friends, just people I send messages to again and again I used to die a little bit inside when they didn't reply, now I don't cry I just pick up a pen, write a page... or maybe ten Spend seven seconds throwing vocabular vegetables into a a blender and then drink the pretend smoothie and spit rhymes faster than an Uzi I'm a little choosy when it comes to using words, so excuse me if you lose me when I use verbs you've never heard Real beauty is on the inside is a phrase that I despise Cause people love to say it but it's not something they live by I apologize cause you'll recognize that my songs contextualize humankind's shortcomings I'm not an optimistic guy Never mind why, I have my reasons, and here they are as follows Number one, people's pride is a tough thing to swallow Number two, they like to wallow in false emotion And number three, their hearts are hollow, their words saltier than the ocean I don't mean to cause a commotion but entertain this notion: What if feelings like happy and sad were liquefied into potions And every day you only got a set quantity Would you dish out your self pity and hostility a little more carefully? Would you treat people like you'd want to be treated? Would you jump off your high horse and come down to where we're all seated? I hope I haven't impeded your ego, cause believe me I know What it's like to topple, like poker chips at a casino Sink down 20,000 leagues and play cards with Captain Nemo Visit Atlantis and play underwater tennis under a dome I have different goals than the average Joe So don't confuse me with rappers that like to talk real slow I'm a rhymin' escapee from a violent high security facility An insane asylum for word-slaughtering emcees And ever since I broke out, I've been happily spreading my lunacy Amidst the cultured vultures known as human beings Am i seeing things? I must be hallucinating Because I'm debating whether or not the sky above me is shaking Eating gravy in the gravel pit of a graveyard, grating teeth Waiting for the Grim Reaper to come and reap For God to press "delete"