Solitary Figure -

Step by step by step I hold my own

I’m beautiful, we’re beautiful when we’re alone

That solitary figure fits us all

My mouth’s on the ageing side

To at least let me know what not to say

No picture pretty perfect while we play

It wouldn’t suit your soul to stay out on your own

Strange, a ray of sun oddly aims

A million molecules meet the same

That solitary figure fits us all

Duke, come and get it, you want hip-hop the way that it was?

Then be more fun to hang around instead of killing my buzz

It’s Windmills mutherfucka!

And we’re happy you came!

Do I expect those to front?

That’s the way I was raised!

To put my hand on the record, all kinds of different methods

Of watch the crossfader turn into a lethal weapon

My story being told for a piece of the pie

Got both of us using techniques to eat you alive

I’d rather die the kind of person that I did what I felt

Than living longer, giving up on what I thought of myself

So take it elsewhere, there’s words that don’t need to be said

You either put into action or deal with it then

A fire burning, I’m not concerned with me, hurling, another word in

I’m on the verge of determination paying off

There’s a world inside of me that is sacred

The world I’m living in wants to hide like information

I’m all out!

Built my talent surrounded by old records

Writing to the energy of the dreamers in my collection

I wreck shit!

With style, from just being who I am

Tighter than a pair of jeans for a woman on a man

Dealing with my situation for these others to hate

On what I’m doing just to know if what I’m doing is great!

They’ve kept on telling me I’m trying to be black for so long

It’s more predictable than songs, than if a wedding’s involved

That my ideas are being stored, getting filed like divorces

To settle it in court for who takes the bigger portion

The raw shit is what I always come across with

I’ll break your mind as if you’re wild horses

You feel the burn?

My thoughts are hitting the gym

They’re building muscle till it feels like they want out of my skin

Not being good enough for you is what I’ve grown to expect

But ‘good enough for me'?

It’s hard to even know if we’ve met

Step by step by step I hold my own

I’m beautiful, we’re beautiful when we’re alone

That solitary figure fits us all

My mouth’s on the ageing side

To at least let me know what not to say

No picture pretty perfect while we play

It wouldn’t suit your soul to stay out on your own

Strange, a ray of sun oddly aims (It oddly aims, it seems so strange.)

A million molecules meet the same.

(They meet the same.)

That solitary figure fits us all.

(It fits us all.)

Beyond the globe communication, there’s a language I speak

Where I can hear the good and evil fighting over its reach

A deep thinking creep, wearing out the same old clothes

Who loves to see how you react, while playing shows unknown

I’m with enough drive inside of me to find another lane

To make a road for myself that wasn’t already paved

If everything I do in life shouldn’t have an applause

Then why you hold my spotlight while I overindulge?

Got people hating on an emcee who’s dirty as fuck

Like I’m the only one who isn’t trying to cover it up?

Who was using a toothbrush to keep a pair of sneakers clean

Or might find a box cutter in the pocket of their jeans

Not the type to ever listen to the way things are

That’s for the small minded people who can’t see real far

In these time of the rhyme «of it’s dead!», «It's alive!»

Do you cry when you laugh or you laugh then you cry?