Liric & Rum Santana - A Poet's Stanza

Pick your poison grab a glass or drink it out the chalice
I feel enormous in the the booth when I get to rapping
I’m full of culture I’m Dominican but bred in Athens
The Prince of Persia when I’m taking action
Never flake, that’s why I’m called the captain
Frosted over we still burning ashes
I’m an artist with an empty canvas
Judge the numbers you don’t know what Mathis
You keep the score, we only buzzer beat around here
We at war we still keep the piece around here
Find a hobby turn it to a niche and light year
Don’t let a body tell who you be
Look
There’s a shift in key when I enter the space
Bars create distance between me and your fav
You keeping tabs let me see you keep em open
A shot a Rum I hope you know I’m potent
But don’t chase me though (Don't)
I’m running from places that you will never go (Never go)
I come from a town where either friend or foe (Friend or foe)
You keep em around and you just never know
(You never really know)
So I talk to the devil and write the laws of sinner
I Light this fire and swipe a match like it’s tinder
I'm masterly an arson come and check the degrees
And when it comes to instrumentals I just leave the debris
(Ugh just leave the debris)
(Yea leave the debris)
(You could leave it to me)
Yo Look
My days are holy getting in touch with the whole me
I solely reshape the image that’s painted as the old me
Dolby I pictured it different
But then here we are oh so far I gave them a ticket
Vocally pitching my story in hopes that they will Decor me
Not because I showed before he but because I am the goalie
The one and only Other wise you gotta show me
No tippy toes please That’s the point of defeat
I been in tougher spaces
Even when it’s full the booth is vacant
Roll up stank and I just face it
No breaking my concentration
Don’t mistake em
For what they advertise those some average lies
And these are acid rhymes never test the god
This chain of thoughts kept reminding me of the hate I brought
Confirmed in stride just ask what part the game I taught
Ya name in chalk for the bark I tore em a part with heart
It’s not the same in yo art that list don’t play in the car
We came far but only getting Started
Long as I got the gift of words won’t be disregarded
Nor will I forget my place and try to fake where I first started
But I will go down in history with those who work the hardest

Written by:
Jose Santana, Rodney Gamble

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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