Goldenrod, Track 3 of 7 on the "Natural Colors EP" by the group Big La vs Ty-Psyntific
lyrics
Extraterrestrial living chill...
In a new land trynna build in a land field.
Hand filled with old scraps and old raps.
Can't chill, feel like the world is holding me back.
So I gotta build, so I gotta feel, so I gotta deal just so I can live, what's the big deal?
I got a feel for the rap life, I'm wrapped nice,
Feeling comfy never fronting,
Feel it I can make a mill.
Heart still, hand shaking, pain is feeling real.
I'm stealing kills from lesser opponents chasing krill.
Chasing meals, never full until I leave the Ville.
Feel like life is going my way up until...
Waking up, 7:30 Am,
Feeling tired but I've already got the day planned.
Take a day trip down the mainland of my mind.
Down by the coast is rocky, I'm too tired for some tides.
Too alive to quit, but not awake enough to sit up,
Too surprised at inability to keep my chin up.
Too tired to write but awake enough to rhyme,
Watching life pass me by through the grape vine.
Rumors spread as does my lead but I know my legs will get me there.
Anywhere, I don't care,
Feeling right and feeling fit, the opposite of how I live,
I spend so much time trynna get it right.
I spend too much time trynna get it right.
I spend too much time trynna get it right.
I spend too much time trynna get it right.
I spend too much time trynna get it right.
I spend too much time trynna get it right,
Looking for a wife in the crystal ball.
Ask my magic mirror up on my wall,
Who's the realist of them all?
Who will be there when I crawl?
Pick me up when I fall?
Got my back in a brawl?
I sense a broad that can't control my addictions.
Someone I'm nice to on certain conditions.
A couple of interests in common but no convictions.
Still running around chasing plenty of filthy vixens.
She's got all the fixings, but something's got me inching,
Flinching at every joke, heavy notes on my mind of what could be going on this time.
Good vibes, out the window feeling like it's never through.
It's never you, it's always me, well I guess that part is true
Coming unglued feeling construed.
Feeling unscrewed like some bolts loose
I need a jolt...
Genocide of brain cells, head swells, need a light.
Ty-Psyntific is a Hip Hop emcee focused on making lyrical music for those that are more into the meaning of the track than
the sound it gives off. A cross between acid rap and conscious hip hop, with influences ranging from oldschool hip hop to psychedelic rock makes his style a Frankenstein of past hip hop with futuristic sounds....more