Tristan

[Werd] Come on Kapel Theta, lets go tell them I got to break out of this spell I've been dreading It's a concept that set-in Obscure, insecure, yet it's meaning carries lessons Bureau chasing legends, a foot like a f*cking leg-end I'm letting them follow suit, tongue tailored out to perfection A sentence in a second is a sentence to menace So sick of sacrificing life drinking Tennent's in my tenement I'm telling them, they'll get to ken, but seems they never do Got me spinning on the ceiling, fans hitting the roof If I change al loose you, If I stay I could die here I'm scared if I don't push it I'll have nothing to live for Ignore me, well maybe they tried But I need no introduction, look at f*cking supplies Over 25 releases, releases a little demon That's seeking to f*cking beat them But it ain't no achievement Just rapping getting steaming And seeking for little reason Hating most I see in life, politics and the treason And media with it's lies telling me who to be and Changing what I am inside, be deprived of a feeling (Love) I do this for me, if you like that's a plus So first things first, you do not need to judge And the, film involved, I never said was good It's just a couple quotes kind of matched my mood And bringing bars on the beats keeps me in a mind frame Don't need peeps, cheek, speaking all shnidey Find me, peach of a speech I provided So you can leach on as I teach the divided Scene, that grew from, too strong, moved on Can't be contained in that place so I proved them Mong's talk and group on, all of your new songs Can't say who, (there's too many to choose from) And it seems like it's like when I write I do wrong And get left out, wasn't right to hang on So moved on from all the hate that you gave me And that made me, went and changed and shaped So lately you'll notice that my focus is on edge And I only care about one thing (S.O.S) And I'll be here till the day that it's dead Or I become this demon that resides in my head (Mage, sorceress, I don't know which is which When witches exist and my mold is ripped I'm letting off a little stream like the city of Tris- Tan, I'm Leiot, or Werd if it fits) A character that hates himself (I relate) A character that's lost his way (no fate) A scene from an unseen script A metaphor in which I live