Limit - Driving Force lyrics

Hey Limit... Let's Go! (Hi-ya!) [Verse 1: Limit] It's the innovation, the inner-hatred that drives me Gotta walk the path wisely and stay lively My mind's set, went from "might be" to "hell yes" Visionin' my mission, can't be too overzealous It's a given that my sh** might sell less But I'm rocket launching flows, s** it MCs appellates(?) They're blind firing, I'm aiming at your third eye And the music takes me seagull-pelican-bird high 'Bout to take a turd on these Bozo haters Propane sprayers split the ozone layer Into fractions, yeah, Limit back in action With the burning pa**ion that even scorches ashes And I'm driven by your reaction to my interaction With every instrumental that I'm smashin' That's how it happens, so I stay craftin' The sh** that make you say "ooh" "aahh", ad-libs [Hook] It's the breath and the life It's the reason that I even touch the mic So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force (Uh...) It's everything in my surroundings It's my rhymes and the beat compounding Which, in turn, dictates my life's course It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force [Verse 2: Limit] It's the creativity, the vibe in my proximity The way I pick up the mic to deliver these Bombs to your doorstep, releasing Hazmat 'Til they suffocate and can't breathe, chorus set(?) And it's the k**er mentality The X-Ray to see straight through these bullsh** fallacies It's the real, the "f** it, I say what I feel" And consequently, have the people callin' you ill It's the craftsmanship, the intricate measures that we take Sayin', "Naw, scratch that and do better" It's the intimate pleasures, we have with the instruments When I'm into it, blank page, I put my pen to it It's the, "Take a break, now I'm blankin'" And what your creation come alive like Franken- -Stein, in that case, I take my time And vibe out, and just let these forces drive me [Hook] It's the breath and the life It's the reason that I even touch the mic So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force (Uh...) It's everything in my surroundings It's my rhymes and the beat compounding Which, in turn, dictates my life's course It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force [Verse 3: Limit] It's the expression, the blessin' in each life lesson The impression that you make in every cypher and session The message, the pen I'm grippin' in my hand The things I can't describe, but I know I understand It's the, "What the hell, he's asian?" Blazin' tracks, sayin' that one day he'll be a major act So I'm prayin' that you're turnin' me up It's the, I-can't-control-this feeling in my gut It's the, you can't say anything that'll stop me The scribbled out, revised rhymes, leavin' sloppy pages It's the get your flow right It's the be different, why not? Take a chance, throw dice It's my fam, my friends, it's my girl She said, "I know you got it, you can do it, show the world!" It's the go hard once the red light is on It's my heart spillin' all over the microphone (Uh) [Hook] It's the breath and the life It's the reason that I even touch the mic So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force (Uh...) It's everything in my surroundings It's my rhymes and the beat compounding Which, in turn, dictates my life's course It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force