Lightning Strikes

Lightning Strikes Chorus: Lighting strikes Strikes the surface With this pen I write From serious to circus With this feelin' I fight It seems to be urgent With this mind I see sights And finally it gets to searchin' X2 Verse 1: I glance out my windows-to-watch-the-rain It serves as a metaphor to just begin-to-top-the-pain I know the feelin' now, to suspend-to-topple-the-aim As I sit and watch the storm, I descend-to-dopple-the-blame I thoroughly move towards these, goals-in-my-brain As I approach the dream, I plan to, roll-in-my-fame And eventually turn to succeed and, roll-in-my-gain But for now let's write and relax, and toke-in-my-name The vicious storm ahead, is-brutally-brewing The way I'm feelin' right now, is-beautifully-shooting It's makin' me change myself, it, is-prudently-rooting For me, to tackle the industry, it, is-opportunity-stewing I hear the thunder comin' and rumblin' in-the-distance It's on its way comin' into the sky, in-the-existence So here we go, gettin' the storm, crashin' down, in-the-existence In which, we're truly insignificant, in-the-instant Not bein' able to truly understand the ways-of-life I walk through the metaphorical, ways-to-write To truly understand the way of rap, prays-to-despite How everyone thinks and acts, I need to change-to-fight Chorus: Lighting strikes Strikes the surface With this pen I write From serious to circus With this feelin' I fight It seems to be urgent With this mind I see sights And finally it gets to searchin' X2 Verse 2: Then, the power goes dark, all we need is a spark To get started, to eventually get us out of this darkness Polishin' up the written lyrics on Notes now I'm now, gettin', more and more ideas as I sit down And look around, the dark house, not time to pout Lights may be out, but my minds still runnin' fine I time the times I rhyme, with a metaphorical passion Yeah yeah man, I've said that with a snappin' Yeah it's happened, double entendre on the rappin' I'm playin' around, writin' for fun, no time to run Watchin' the hail pour down on the walls and windows Yeah man, I'm in those, the way I write, when times are grey I must say, seem to be way more great, then my other raps Dark times can make, and even bring the passion in rap back Chorus: Lighting strikes Strikes the surface With this pen I write From serious to circus With this feelin' I fight It seems to be urgent With this mind I see sights And finally it gets to searchin' X2 Verse 3: Now, back to the story that was originally be-in'-told The sky is startin' to clear up, I'm startin' to see-an-old Form of my rap style, which was beginnin' to see-in'-mold When I first started, even before the first, and-old-"Hello" When I realized, time was the great treat for, a-good-rap And know I realized I've released some seri-ous-crap In the past, well yeah of course man, every-one-has And that's that, can't dwell on the old staff, of-my-rap So now that I see the sun, is bein' relieved, from-the-dark The thing that I really needed before, was-a-spark That would eventually change my way of the rap-pin'-ark That has been my career so far, sneakin' up like-a-shark Right now I need to ignite the ignition and flip-the-switch This instant I'm on this, like you on a frick-in'-dick I travel the roads alone so here we go, lit-tle-prick I need to get out of my comfort zone, smack-a-bitch As the sun rises, and the outer and inner scenery dri-es-up Theres something that was needed to be learnt, from-the-cup That you must take a sip of, and be ready-to-duck For the feelin' inside was just a complete, steady-mind-fuck Chorus: Lighting strikes Strikes the surface With this pen I write From serious to circus With this feelin' I fight It seems to be urgent With this mind I see sights And finally it gets to searchin' X2