" fight of the freespirit
I'm a freespirit
don't confine me to a thing
I'll always be a freespirit."
The story behind this work revolves around the creative transformations of a person who is coming full circle with their desire to grow and their desire to find solace in life-long visions that seem to disappear more and more with every day.
This song was a fighters anthem for me, as well as the celebration rhyme of finally finding the balance I've been working so hard in bringing into my life, just completely accepting yourself as you are in the purest ways possible.
When the journey becomes about rising above the circumstances.......
This will become the soundtrack to that life story.
LYRICS:
"I become a deity of the mic
I sit and really write
a life in black and white
as I decipher rhyme
fresh out of a cypha
I'm a fighter I'm a mad survivor
here to play revivor
speak and breathe a fire
higher powers
the lady lord messiah
vaporizing rap with a liquid flow alkali
I'm in my element so deep
that visions are blinding can't see
interplanetary flows
I'm a nephilim in my mind
hustle like a demon
muscles are beaming
receiving light for being
stone in my melanin
poisonous built with venom in
becoming veteran
I'm an insulin shot of sweet
the bodies actigan
mic heroin blood rushing
the rhymes severing...
forever in..."
Fight of the freespirit
I'm a freespirit
don't confine me to a thing
I'll always be a freespirit.
I become a deity of the mic
with every morning
summon spirits walking
I'm a rising phoenix
believe it
I change a double helix
magician flows
a technician
with codes that stimulate
could you simulate
liquid demons couldn't infiltrate
curse of the free-spirit
blinda G-killa
I'm this demsil who devours
who towers like higher power
I'm a
motherF*** with this
in rhythms like all your vent-rices
I'm the exorcist
going crazy in parenthesis
I-O-U
left you thinking what the hell is this
ritual rhythms that witch in a schism living
I'm in moments of your giving
been seeking and seeking here you are
crazy women vibe
pocket knife in this devils wife
a threat to normal life
strangling exes with rope and wine
I'm in addictive rhymes
serving this to you like coke in lines
I'm watching spirits rise
power to power coffins of dour I
hide behind these layers I rise with a vapour
a-salaam-I make this happen happen
must make this happen my captain
mad on the mic
I'm simply verbal granite
too key when I'm high
on delivery there's no periphery
can mimic me
aboriginal lady la menacy
they'll hate on this
cos the flow so heavy have a hissy fit!
Fight of the freespirit
I'm a freespirit
don't confine me to a thing
I'll always be a freespirit.
"The fight of a freespirit
will die a freespirit
don't confine me to a thing
I'll always be a freespirit."
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