Martin Malota - The One lyrics

[Verse 1] I was looking for someone to sign me, trying deeply to align speech Metaphors drawn on my palms, but never mind ink Without a pen or pad and small enough to have to use A magnifying gla**. I used a scalpel, slicing paragraphs That's when I had an epiphany - lyrical symphony And with my own hands, I'd create history, literally Creating my polyphony of victory, reading the scribes I'd lie out, but then cried out, look what the f** you did to me! I'm all that I have until my time's past... John Nash at the window, writing lyrics on the gla** I'm thinking about the spirits from the past that arise Under the guise of a poltergeist then open my eyes I hope I'm alive. It's MOLA1, I'm going to survive I hold my heart, chest beating, close to the other side And as this life draws close to close the human inside Transforms into my spirit through a beautiful mind [Hook] Even if the Earth stops spinning And it burned in the end I know I never had to shelf my goals And living in this world that we're in And every minute that we're in it No, I never had to sell my soul... Cause I am The One [Verse 2] I don't rap, I stop time and report my findings In paragraph form. It's only a coincidence all of it's rhyming Observe words that preserve worth and file a verse Miscellaneous first, until I make sense of the Earth The sentences blur, contort and form shapes. Shifting But somewhat staying in place...enough for me to trace Lines that become faces I've met over time Rewind back until I find meaning behind the design A beautiful mind, eternally. The sunshine's burning me Turning me from my learning to yearning for me to murder beats If this is Hip-Hop, it's in style to jump off without regard For where I end up, while others get lost I know exactly where I am subconsciously Familiar to my surroundings, surrounding me And found the beat to be the soundtrack to my birth, life and demise A requiem for a dream I've had, if I surmise [Hook] Even if the Earth stops spinning And it burned in the end I know I never had to shelf my goals And living in this world that we're in And every minute that we're in it No, I never had to sell my soul... Cause I am The One [Verse 3] He wondered how it got so deep and had a penchant for showing Penance by penning sentences about the streets And he'd go without his sleep...and on keep blazing the pad While the flames slapped wax on his hands He's on fire now and keeps his hand locked Carpal tunnel outweighs his fear a writers block, the clock doesn't stop Every time a minute pa**es, he writes fast, as if it was his last And in this case, the man had met his match He'd finally gone out of his mind...delved in to a form of Consciousness through rhyme and he's convinced that he died But, he's invincible while, he writes his symphony, smiles And thinks that this could be the time that he makes history now He smells victory...how it spells trouble in all caps He loves it when the going gets rough and they fall back It never seems to be enough it s**s when they're all wack Mortals just combat and he laughs at what they call rap Though he's beyond that, the fact that he's on wax Taking it to a plane where few could go and they crawl back Is why he's at all actually giving his all And it's no mystery his pissed off, when Detroit gets pissed on He's lived on the edge of insanity. In reality He's not sure what's real or fake, besides friends and family He's got ties to Cali. He's from Detroit and after he takes over the game They'll recognize an Albanian. The One [Hook] Even if the Earth stops spinning And it burned in the end I know I never had to shelf my goals And living in this world that we're in And every minute that we're in it No, I never had to sell my soul... Cause I am The One