Language Barrier

Lyrics

[Intro] If a man does not keep pace with his companions Perhaps it is because he hears... a different drummer Let him step to the music which he hears However measured, or far away [Verse 1] You never could understand me I might as well have been raised by a pack of wolves I slacked in school as a child with the wild notion that I rules The world that I was hurled through Many zones to this dimension It's an extension of a life in the form of eternal detention Inching through my growth, I play the host to many visitors With exquisite taste for life, but at the same time were contributors Giving it all we have plus a dab of what we don't Like creating a beat out of trash and going past where others won't write Before the face of failure I erase all negativity Proceed to exceed with speed and feed it through my energy When the winner beat the loser, I refuse to do it your way Unique to the core, stay honest, skip the foreplay [Interlude: Scratched] So low-key that you probably missed it [Verse 2] I speak with a touch, at least I'm stuck, in spite of what I've said While others try to hang but they can't get inside my head Conversation plus the brain, which only contains importance Recording only necessary bits, equipped Resorting to manueveres [?] to your crew or your existence If you try to call the shots (Nah, man), I'm geekin' with resistance A twisted sense of what is really true is never fresh I'm a Living Legend, fool, and I'll put that on my chest (Yes) To the test, I'm not impressed with unimpressiveness You're ten times less than this and I'm a pessimist Show some aggressiveness when you speak over a beat when in my presence This rap shit is my kingdom, whilst others is merely peasants Only pleasant surprises from the guys who rise like yeast But you'll never speak my language so let your words rest in peace [Interlude: Scratched] So low-key that you probably missed it [Verse 3] Now there's a separation between you and I Because in my eyes, in the way I see the world, the world denies the wise Words that get spoken by the children of its flesh Who get left alone in the cold, with only a mind to guess Combining fresh words to form phrases Phrases to form pages of raps but you laughin' at that (Hahahaha) In fact I'm marchin' to the beat of my own drums Keep it homegrown, 'cause that hydroponic shit don't get me stoned, what's up (That ain't mine) Clone the chronic with they mom Livin' the path of success that I'm on Like the aftermath in Vietnam [Interlude: Scratched] So low-key that you probably missed it