High on Life (Break the Mold)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cryptic One] Quite simply, Cryptic is high on life, my atomic mic Is my sonic pipe, inebriated I walk defiant, like Attempts at introduction to death, corruption and stress Touching the chest in my function, unless Their heart isn't gold, I envision souls For what they're worth which is multi-lessen dollars Even scholars, hard to hollow, follow instead of leading Does life swallow the weakling? Or does death inherit the infected sealing To do the bidding, and isn't it fitted as a depiction of death? Is negative inherited, bad reputation fed by nation of repetitive ranklings And little lemons, I belittle these little-fledged philosophers That are dropping the proverbial bomb, heard of the calm Right before the storm? The angel halo turned tornado Destructive force, turntable 180 degrees, of course that means That I am double right, trapped inside the bubble of life Utilizing my sharp wit to pop it and escape when the trouble strikes And I'm in fright, their life chalice is spilling Cats at half-empty line and the higher beings bring the penicillin [Verse 2: Advisor] Filling in the blanks with words, worth the wait and goal With every verse I take control, one of the first to break the mold Used to regurgitate a flow from time to time And now I find my style in other rappers' rhymes like crime I'm the kind of line designer to ride a stylet Climbs the skies and flies with might just like a fighter pilot Advizer's wiling on this M-I-C I never gave a second thought to who the hell I be I'm the kid at your show freestyling while you perform Last of a dying breed, mind freed rhymes, super unicorn I am human born, the truth and all it encompasses The essence of turning everything into nothingness Pungent is the odor when we struck the motor sensory Touch and feel the cold of Minnesota extremities When we blow the mic, it's like throwing a bright Red pair of socks into a load of whites, paradox prototype Squaring off versus the tried and the proud Turning the tides around and trying not to drown Further in the difficulty in writing this down And I'm lower in the notion of finding higher ground [Verse 3: Vast Aire] I'ma stay high on life until death makes me sober And I'll remove your second face at the end of October Y'all cats is mad at me cuz I love life Never hold haste, no time to waste Don't cut your nose to spite your face unless you're Pinocchio Been rhyming since yesterday? I thought so! Plus my art might make you choke and gag On these words stuck in your throat like an artichoke I'm the cannibal that cannonballed into a boat And landed in the mainstream and left all of em soaked You got a corpse in the car minus a head? Take me to it Cuz I clean well like cartel, you'll never know it You got a lotta love, true fans when they show that Hip hop's like the Sun, everything revolves around me Who's ready to break the mold? And tell me, when did we start only rhyming for gold? I got a style that'll perplex kids once it's perfected The compound syllable breakdown compounds the sound It makes adversaries bow down I'm still waiting for hip hop, that shit'll never be found You're faker than David Koresh Claiming he's Jesus in the flesh with glasses on It shouldn't take a rocket scientist to keep the mic warm I'll tell every MC, bah - let em leave, let em be a bygone