So over developed
But under prepared
It took too long for us to see theres nothing here
you wax poetic about the love we shared
Well let me tell you hon, our situation is nothing rare
And I aint bummed, and I aint learned from my mistakes
I'll keep bashing my head into the same wall until it breaks
I cringe upon impact…
But in fact
I'm talking about the wall yall. my hard head? Remains intact
I'm laughing with you and at you at the same time
Keep playing victim while committing the same crimed
Pay too much mind to what them doubters say
Well easy come...easy get the fuck out of the way
Split quick, the same way that you entered
And welcome to the center, of this choose your own adventure
Shit... well how it ends?
Yo that's anyones guess
And I guess we can stay friends… But I'm off to the next
I swipe left
Love, the next disposable commodity
Lets shatter them hopes like broken pottery
Better shot at the lottery
Your probably not that statistical anomaly
Love's a needle in a haystack in hurricane season
She wants payback for some dumb insane reason
Never been rejected for a day in her life
So now she feels neglected as her days turn to nightd
Hollow, weak, stop! It must end
Swipe left, unfollow, delete, block, unfriend
Well how it ends… shit that's anyones guess
No way we can be friends… So I'm off to the next
I swipe left
I stumbled onto this album in the early 2000's and it completely redefined my categorization of sick.
You see, I'm from South Africa and at the time, there was nothing like this - This album elevated contemporaries, enemies and I. After a few years with this and a few others, Soweto became something of a hotbed for abstract and alternative hip hop. All the heads that came from my generation became monstrous juggernauts truely beyond human comprehension.
Thank you, Cryptic and The Atoms Fam! shrineovhate