Pat Battle - Rapture lyrics

[Hook: Andie Kritikos] With nowhere to run to I thought we once were Afraid to live Afraid to fight our way through Moonlight is pouring in You let the demons in It's far too late to save you I'm not afraid to face the rapture [Verse 1: Pat Battle] If my genre's dead, I'm a zombie man, call the army then I can't find my head, I lose my mind nights when I lie - in - bed By a tiny thread of cred, I shred the dread and push on ahead I lead myself and fled what the F they spread They said they had meds, so I begged and plead Follow me por favor, toward the shore Say no more, that's what war is meant for Slept on more floors than I've kept score If I can't soar up - I'm down to roar I croon to the moon - Swoon in the doom The gloom - it blooms new tunes in the womb Soon - the fumes will allude to a boom Calm as a bomb - Armed in my palm Alarmed by the pawns who be gone come dawn I lay my grenade on a lawn - It spawns Swan songs for the lost and weak The cost of loss is so obsolete When a bullet could Frogger across a street And go launchin' a college kid off his feet The equality's quality's probably cheap Hardly deep, now that's hard to keep Of course I want a piece of the pie, I'm high Worse on Earth, better off in the sky Heart in the art, spirited lyrics So I'll never quite die - Clever, bright, wise Whether that lies in a rap disguise, I pacify The acts that you ratify, I had to find the why in the will To k** the damn demon deep down in streams of green, 'cause I see [Hook] [Verse 2] The past is after us, fasten up I'm here 'cause a series of ma**acres Left me for dead in Diaspora So I'm soft as a Velociraptor bruh With jura**ic baggage and a batch of madness My addict habits are raps and adlibs I have to have it in my repertoire A reservation reserved in a reservoir When the fleet's depleted I feel a bit defeated When I kick the beat, it'll reheat the reason I wrestle with words - Stress incurs More inspiration for the stimulation But the incubation stage phases me Perhaps this isn't what I'm made to be Relax Pat, someday you'll see What it all was for, I mean all them doors That closed slow, I suppose my woes Echo and explode in flows of text so Foes who yet pose in throes of fresh gold A plot I cannot let go like "Presto" But to learn is let a worm burr in the brain Rearrange everythang ever been explained Abstract lane for a metaphoric train Transport pain in a molecule of rain What I've lost dawg, how do I regain? Disloyal to the game - Say it quite plain I'll never take a pill that chills, I feel - afraid to give, but too brave to live I'm made to fill gaps in your favorite meal The ones you throw out and forbade they steal And with nowhere to run, they face the gun [Hook] [Bridge: Andie Kritikos] I'll never back down, I just brush the blood off There's so much more to you, now show me what you're made of I only trust in you 'Cause when you've lost your mind You got absolutely nothing left to lose [Verse 3: Pat Battle] When I sit back ripped and I burn a few I think Horton would flip if he heard The Who Then I switch to lit for a firmer view It makes me hotheaded like I permed my do But I'll never do that, it's nothin' or naps I stay natchy, my name's catchy It's Pat Battle, I ain't Poppy The seed that sow is hope Mami You can't catch me, I'm Jerry, very quick Barely there, you ain't snarin' sh** Droppin' pslams on your sh**ty songs My gritty drums are Timmy's tonuge Super Loud, bustin' rhymes, give it to me now Rap is a scene, kinda like a movie now Honors and barters personas as martyrs While murders you've heard of converge with the lot of Co-inky-dink? I don't think, I smell a ruse Dios Mio! Jesus De La Cruz The government f**in' the public, no lube Some brothas are puppets to tugs on a shoe Ma**a claps - They dance on cue It's true - they don't really answer to you So f** the fans and followers man You ain't emancipatin' with a proclamation To this chattel rap trap that plagues the nation What could the whole sham be more hollower than? I wanna hear a motherf**er with economy plans Not a real appealing feel good equality jam You ain't a model fam, more like like a modeling man Any f**in' a**hole can win a lottery damn And that's where hip hop is at now, but I'll never [Back Down] so you better [Back Down] What a pleasure to weather this storm in which I was born In sapien form, I may be informed, but I'm fortunate To know why my form is unfortunate The history of here's like a torture flick The score's the whip, can't afford to slip Like a corner's pick who returns a six Like a Christmas gift from the Grinch, that b**h