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My first beat which utilizes Apple Loops. Still no midi-keyboard, so im looking for beat possibilities elsewhere. First take on vocals. leave some comments and criticisms please!
Pic is: False Mirror by Rene Magritte 1928
Pic is: False Mirror by Rene Magritte 1928
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Verse 1:
If poetry were sand id build sandbags and castles
I flow like hourglasses to the timing of the samples
I’m stringing thoughts together like symphony
Easy to label, but hard to grasp like infiniti
I’m into these similes but I am a metaphor
Lyrically spitting these rhymes with the eyes of a predator
I got more cuts than a raptor
Plus I got a sharp tongue, put my favorite razor to these rappers
I’m only human I’ll admit to having vices
Mostly in the form of literary devices
The nicest, but not the nicest
I write this in the likeness of my own mind
Build a mirror with my own rhymes
And so they ask me “what do you see?”
All I see is a sea of words that are poems to me
Wash in with the tides caused by gravity
Cuz life can get heavy
Chorus (2X):
Trying to make sense of what I sense
get incensed by the senselessness
sensitivity to the sounds of the sentences
superfluous surface over my eyes like a sedative
still sleeping, surreal sound seeping into my rhetoric
Verse 2:
I speak in tongues I’m an abstract poet
My meaning runs like a faucet flowing
Of my mind unwind as I try to find mine
My place in space in time
Instead I find adjacent rhymes
That touch purpose but do not define or clarify
I speak the truth as I see it but eyes lie
And you’s use words that confuse
And we are humans infused with questions
The question is who’s got the answers?
And do the answers really matter?
And if they matter can we make this world a better place?
And so I face the very meaning that I create
And in this place called my mind I try to innovate
So that I make a world within to trace
The traces of something (of something, of something)
Of something more than nothing (than nothing)
Of something more than nothing.
Chorus (2X):
Trying to make sense of what I sense
get incensed by the senselessness
sensitivity to the sounds of the sentences
superfluous surface over my eyes like a sedative
still sleeping, surreal sound seeping into my rhetoric
Verse 1:
If poetry were sand id build sandbags and castles
I flow like hourglasses to the timing of the samples
I’m stringing thoughts together like symphony
Easy to label, but hard to grasp like infiniti
I’m into these similes but I am a metaphor
Lyrically spitting these rhymes with the eyes of a predator
I got more cuts than a raptor
Plus I got a sharp tongue, put my favorite razor to these rappers
I’m only human I’ll admit to having vices
Mostly in the form of literary devices
The nicest, but not the nicest
I write this in the likeness of my own mind
Build a mirror with my own rhymes
And so they ask me “what do you see?”
All I see is a sea of words that are poems to me
Wash in with the tides caused by gravity
Cuz life can get heavy
Chorus (2X):
Trying to make sense of what I sense
get incensed by the senselessness
sensitivity to the sounds of the sentences
superfluous surface over my eyes like a sedative
still sleeping, surreal sound seeping into my rhetoric
Verse 2:
I speak in tongues I’m an abstract poet
My meaning runs like a faucet flowing
Of my mind unwind as I try to find mine
My place in space in time
Instead I find adjacent rhymes
That touch purpose but do not define or clarify
I speak the truth as I see it but eyes lie
And you’s use words that confuse
And we are humans infused with questions
The question is who’s got the answers?
And do the answers really matter?
And if they matter can we make this world a better place?
And so I face the very meaning that I create
And in this place called my mind I try to innovate
So that I make a world within to trace
The traces of something (of something, of something)
Of something more than nothing (than nothing)
Of something more than nothing.
Chorus (2X):
Trying to make sense of what I sense
get incensed by the senselessness
sensitivity to the sounds of the sentences
superfluous surface over my eyes like a sedative
still sleeping, surreal sound seeping into my rhetoric
Enrique Gil
pretty interesting rap you sing here! Very cool!