The Living Tombstone - More Than a Mark feat. Rhyme Flow (One Trick Pony Remix lyrics

Buffalo Brony: *Sigh* I was sent to the beginning (So everypony could see me winning) To k** it with lyrical sk**, but I just don't feel that I will... The feeling within is hidden, I'm here sitting with my kitten And just wishing that I could be kidding... But no. I ended up setting so terribly that I effed up Telling me to get my beretta and set it heads up... It's intimidating when entire identities are ended in one shot But that's what they get for being one-shots When the get washed up, they just had tough luck But I won't be crossed off, because I'm not balled up all into one flock The Buffalo, here, well, hell, better, I'm a broad shot! So don't tell me what I can and cannot be This one Cutie Mark, here, is me, but that ain't all of it I can't be defined in one line. Ain't no trick! Dubious Trance: So you can string some rhymes together: let's say you're a rapper Recite a couple lines with pa**ion, then we'll call you an actor But whatcha say? Do you know who ya are? I worry if you say you don't, cause you'll never get far If you showcase your sk**, but forsake yourself Ya may as well put on a mask, and pretend you're someone else Checking the flank, see the Mic and Stage lights But I'd still know who I was if it all faded to white My Cutie Mark has never defined me Nor have my special sk**s controlled who I'll be So, if you think I'm a voice then you're delirious I got a hungry mind too, insatiable and curious! I like books and beats, manga, and El Sword Challenge me to a duel and drop ya life point! I'm being me. So who are you? Askin' bout your true self, not caring what you can do This is my message and I hope yours too Define your own self, and that's you're one truth That's it for me and now I gotta go So let me pa** the mic over to my buddy Rhyme Flow~ Rhyme Flow: Pa** the baton, the path that I'm on Asks that I grab the task of writing and rapping upon tracks And there is no better way to convey what I'm feeling The way, is like your lifted away, above the ceiling And I been around, I've been to various towns I can tell you what you're talent is doesn't really amount To a lick of nothing. Only if you're pa**ionate for something So don't take a step toward your dreams unless you love it Ty Trance: Ty Trance on the mic for a second time About to spit some hidden truth that you'll find Behind these simple raps of mine You see: to put it plainly, I defined myself and it makes me: me! The me that I am; the one the with the plan; The one with the spark; to spit from the heart; And rip this beat apart; defined myself as an artistic brony Now I'm out, and I leave the rest to my bro Flowny Rhyme Flow: My flank blanker than a paint canvas Couldn't wait, I had to have it faster than Pinkie making insane madness Attaining that would be brain smackingly bad But on that vein, I'm glad, by letting those days pa** Now. My mark's a mic and a pen And I might be persuaded to write tonight then And I like spitting rhymes like nopony's business But do not forget this, that is my sk**, Celestia my witness! But don't think my sk**s what defines me You'll find that my Flow & Rhyme is just a "thing" I do nicely I like cooking and drawing and singing And yes I do enjoy a life beyond Ponies... What's Rhyme Thinking? *AAAHHHH* I'm sinking in a thought that you can absorb And if you don't agree, I can show you the front door Like the Cutie Pox, you can have more sk**s than Flowny But if don't define yourself: you're just a sick little pony