Starzyk - Spoken Rhymes lyrics

[Hook: Enoch]x2 We spoke our mind but know it's time that we devote this rhyme To all the folks that placing hope inside our focused minds But no matter what we wrote we in a hopeless time Don't be surprised I ain't quoting those whose spoken lies [Verse 1: Enoch] Provoking hope and I'm opening up the minds While invoking such a culture what's wrote is just so divine It takes a system which is broken and focus on what defines The very people that's imposing their notions one at a time Cuz we're confined deep within another's illusion And suspended in a state that's been falsified with confusion All the fake is just shaping you a delusion So we'll make 'em pump the brakes while we're bracing for an intrusion And we're infusing our music with sacred science Taking aim at those abusing influence we're in defiance Of the people whose views cause you to choose to use violence So we're speaking fluent despite the cues to move silent And you can count us as reliant cuz all you'll find is the best Cuz when it's me and Starzyk rhyming we're climbing above the rest Now you see it starts with timing we're mining from in the chest So that's why we stay defining inspiring write a check [Bridge] [Verse 2: Starzyk] It's that vibrating god saying I've been on my job lately Hopping of top I'm popping your girlfriend and she's ovulating Overpopulating this earth is a birth of lots of hating Contemplating observating this ganja for Rasta blazing I'm kinda crazy it's hard when they constant paint me in these walls Try to shake me up my faith will be no cause When they blatantly show off what it takes to see your god What I gotta do to prove whatever you do is optional Got with the prophet no Masonic Messiah Ebonics Speaking until I'm in coffins I ain't talking no phonics I'll be honest f** the silence live it up we puff the chronic It's up to bro what up psychotics ironic cuz I'm iconic like Pac is And lots of prophets couldn't top this concoction So uncommon the logic food for thought unconscious Ain't no f**ing with these prophets we hot as sriracha sauces With rhythms that get you nauseous so sick it's syphilis b**h get off this [Hook: Enoch]x2 We spoke our mind but know it's time that we devote this rhyme To all the folks that placing hope inside our focused minds But no matter what we wrote we in a hopeless time Don't be surprised I ain't quoting those whose spoken lies