James Vane - The Power of Graphite lyrics

Verse [1] Perennially ephemeral let me welcome you to revolution records And the perils of my pencil, generate flowers with petals I sent you Which are part of our potential, to us it is essential A tiny piece of graphite, the power in it's mental Went to immense lengths, just to send this to you I'm a blood vessel essential to the genre If it takes being a martyr, to pa** the message farther Faster, as we sign off on our masters So be it to pa** the message to the young They try to put a price on me But I'm worth a lot more than just 99 p Stencil love in stone, cut the devils in society Through the night we fight to finally find free times Questioning the meaning of freedom in these lines Need a sign to get this message notoriety I believe in a story and the power of speech Not a mumble that has a club on their feet Call me black and white, but the old ways are beautiful Wisdom is the ultimate undervalued attribute In the light you find the lime, that's why you hear my sour rhymes Still remains too common for these lyricists to shower crime Religion is a trap you see but hip hop is mine No matter what I'm at one with the divine I fight for the right to rap the truth and let it rise through Rappers, know the temptation of the apple bites you Rappers sign away their freedom only for survival How are you are alive when you know they hide the real you Therapy on instrumentals, always brings the judgemental No time for the gentle when you're influential Too much at stake, too much meat being k**ed Too much pure blood spilt, we are here to rebuild [HOOK] (Welcome to the new religion The power of graphite The power of these lines The power of the rhyme cannot be defined The power of people The power repeats you The power can make you The God, and the hateful The power of fable The power to save you The power to make you ‘The' label of racial allilance too The power to paint new views for all of you) x2 [V2] It started from fourteen, Boring shy kid The scene was new school, fortunate bored teen And the teasin to me was meaner than it seemed The game came along, she helped to save me Started Scuffling with scaffolding, Running from the ma**es Battle for the chance to dazzle on the ma**ive channels In a world of bitten apples, this is how I break my shackles Play a little bit of scrabble, melody added A combination that took us much further than acid A combination that destroyed Marshall Mathers' marriage Saved Jay Z's, what a madness it is Told me talent is practice, and practice is talent Dreams don't come to fantasists in reality that is Just the truth Of this ballad that I balance in the booth Soothe the youth, apparently, magic seed Lucid thought I spew fluenty, flying like a parakeet Over beautiful beats, to get it flooding the streets Mike Skinner inspired, helped to build this release Helped me stay at peace, formulate my chronicle Redefined impossible, showed me it's phenomenal Lots to discuss, undertaking perilous activities Manipulating the skull's chemistry for credibility Breathless from the footy Failing to acknowledge that the time may come for penalties Mistakes that we made, and people that fade When I die, I just hope that they say He effected the culture in a positive way Now there's a new artist eclipsing his wave See, I've been living with a depression and here is my medication I open up on these beats to educate and give you elation Escape your examination through musical fascination Imagination is the key to these beautiful animations [Hook] V [3] The goal is to push the power every hour From acm, all the way up to the palladium To stadium, will never copy that Canadian Write my own views, that's why I am radiant The rules are too hazy these days The lazy are finding the best way to make it through the maze No offense meant, but I'm only on my own two Do it in my own way, always keep it soulful Offer up that soul food, and you know it's all true Got to keep it noble for when this goes global This the new gospel, one of the apostles Scorching his tonsils, to topple the system Upon who, upon few controlling our prisons Smoking our billions, increasing division Imprisoning victims, through all of the seasons The d**h of our councils, a war of attrition I like what you're saying there but where are the answers Maybe there are none, the government f**ed us On a permanent basis, Like label advances Like the democrat party crushed Bernie Sanders Masters to question all the masters above us Hit them in the guts, before they cut up the real love Stuff that makes you dance, there's nothing to discuss Don't mind some cuts that cuss just to cuss but Can't call ourselves role models, if we're popping bottles Must acknowledge the power that we have is colossal Amongst the beats and the words see the subtle knife The power to create new worlds, destroy lives The temptation is there, I hope I don't become tainted Contaminated by intoxication, I a**imilated The plan to stay sacred may become desecrated Sterling and illegals can keep you elated [Hook] [Verse 4] I arrived at long last, revolving gla** doors Million dollar tours, the kingdom is all yours Civilian control, all the sponsors endorse Your opinion, no matter how militant Because the brand is brilliant, isn't it Every shipment they say ‘you are motherf**ing k**ing it' I guess I am and the feeling is thrilling No awareness of the fact their perception is dipping Billing my ascension to sony's system The old me doesn't know me, and this vision Doesn't understand the real meaning of ambition That ‘villain' means winnin' in lyrics, indifference brings listens in Pills bring superior interior, for all of that scintillating material As I sign the deal forgot about the real you Forget about that guy, for he is immaterial [8 Bar] When the ink is administered, by your fingers for a loan that inhibits And the best lawyer can't get you outside the perimeter Telling ya how to build, cons for bills: Rhymes more simpler, Bars more sinister You could have all the listeners If you could become this JV take no prisoners Take no prisoners No prisoners Prison is In this: [Break] [8 bar] I have no limits, and I have no forgiveness My spirit is a gimmick, my lyrics are a mimic A pale imitation, of the greats that preceded But the digits inhibit you more by the minute Your mentality's twisted, morality drifted Until it's inifinite, and it's part of appearance Evil existence, for industry admittance Resistance is futile, can we be of a**istance?