Mic Like a Memory Lyrics
| Song | Mic Like a Memory |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Will Rap for Food |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Calico, Cunninlynguists | |
| I sign his space's with time existant blare | |
| I hold the mic like a memory | |
| [Deacon the Villan:] | |
| There was a time when I could'ntfind energy | |
| The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey | |
| Ahh, It's like life was pinnin' me down | |
| I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowend | |
| You ain't gonna be a rapper, you not a factor | |
| You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor | |
| Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive | |
| That's when the liquer and weed became a need | |
| Self-esteem was about as low as? | |
| Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle's titties | |
| Then as soon as I started getting some pride | |
| My sister hydroplained and died on ile 65 | |
| In a family full of pride, house full of tears | |
| Spent many years with a blood stream of beers | |
| Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers | |
| Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Dj Kno:] | |
| Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm | |
| And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs | |
| Can't grow fond of past memories | |
| Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy | |
| Offended by the mental imagery | |
| And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me | |
| Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies had me thinking that all | |
| My enemies work into me | |
| And I can't begin to see how to control the flash backs | |
| And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at | |
| Thought I was passed at | |
| But it attemps to reoccur when I don't proceive wat I feel I deserve | |
| Being slurred by those not livin' in my position, | |
| My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I'm kinda pissn' | |
| And when I thought id risin', life freeze's the frame | |
| So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain. | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Kory Calico:] | |
| I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life | |
| Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right | |
| You know wat blasphemy's like, cursing at God | |
| Cause you ain't got shit it hurts and it's hard | |
| Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble | |
| Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle | |
| Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze | |
| Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day | |
| Feeling alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame | |
| Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter | |
| Few friends even then, most hommies is fake | |
| Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape | |
| I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams | |
| But the pressures still there | |
| Dog, I'm still scared | |
| But I know it will all be right in the end | |
| As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen |
| zuo qu : Calico, Cunninlynguists | |
| I sign his space' s with time existant blare | |
| I hold the mic like a memory | |
| Deacon the Villan: | |
| There was a time when I could' ntfind energy | |
| The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey | |
| Ahh, It' s like life was pinnin' me down | |
| I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowend | |
| You ain' t gonna be a rapper, you not a factor | |
| You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor | |
| Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive | |
| That' s when the liquer and weed became a need | |
| Selfesteem was about as low as? | |
| Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle' s titties | |
| Then as soon as I started getting some pride | |
| My sister hydroplained and died on ile 65 | |
| In a family full of pride, house full of tears | |
| Spent many years with a blood stream of beers | |
| Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers | |
| Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Dj Kno: | |
| Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm | |
| And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs | |
| Can' t grow fond of past memories | |
| Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy | |
| Offended by the mental imagery | |
| And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me | |
| Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies had me thinking that all | |
| My enemies work into me | |
| And I can' t begin to see how to control the flash backs | |
| And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at | |
| Thought I was passed at | |
| But it attemps to reoccur when I don' t proceive wat I feel I deserve | |
| Being slurred by those not livin' in my position, | |
| My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I' m kinda pissn' | |
| And when I thought id risin', life freeze' s the frame | |
| So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kory Calico: | |
| I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life | |
| Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right | |
| You know wat blasphemy' s like, cursing at God | |
| Cause you ain' t got shit it hurts and it' s hard | |
| Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble | |
| Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle | |
| Most of my life' s a daze got me forever lighting haze | |
| Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day | |
| Feeling alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame | |
| Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter | |
| Few friends even then, most hommies is fake | |
| Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape | |
| I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams | |
| But the pressures still there | |
| Dog, I' m still scared | |
| But I know it will all be right in the end | |
| As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen |
| zuò qǔ : Calico, Cunninlynguists | |
| I sign his space' s with time existant blare | |
| I hold the mic like a memory | |
| Deacon the Villan: | |
| There was a time when I could' ntfind energy | |
| The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey | |
| Ahh, It' s like life was pinnin' me down | |
| I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowend | |
| You ain' t gonna be a rapper, you not a factor | |
| You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor | |
| Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive | |
| That' s when the liquer and weed became a need | |
| Selfesteem was about as low as? | |
| Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle' s titties | |
| Then as soon as I started getting some pride | |
| My sister hydroplained and died on ile 65 | |
| In a family full of pride, house full of tears | |
| Spent many years with a blood stream of beers | |
| Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers | |
| Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Dj Kno: | |
| Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm | |
| And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs | |
| Can' t grow fond of past memories | |
| Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy | |
| Offended by the mental imagery | |
| And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me | |
| Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies had me thinking that all | |
| My enemies work into me | |
| And I can' t begin to see how to control the flash backs | |
| And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at | |
| Thought I was passed at | |
| But it attemps to reoccur when I don' t proceive wat I feel I deserve | |
| Being slurred by those not livin' in my position, | |
| My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I' m kinda pissn' | |
| And when I thought id risin', life freeze' s the frame | |
| So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain. | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Kory Calico: | |
| I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life | |
| Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right | |
| You know wat blasphemy' s like, cursing at God | |
| Cause you ain' t got shit it hurts and it' s hard | |
| Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble | |
| Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle | |
| Most of my life' s a daze got me forever lighting haze | |
| Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day | |
| Feeling alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame | |
| Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter | |
| Few friends even then, most hommies is fake | |
| Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape | |
| I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams | |
| But the pressures still there | |
| Dog, I' m still scared | |
| But I know it will all be right in the end | |
| As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen |
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