paroles de chanson Methodical - Lojique
Verse
1:
(Othello)
My
spiral
notebook
is
a
tool
to
compose
The
translations
of
my
heart
and
influence
of
the
soul
My
Power
Source
allows
me
not
to
have
a
typical
flow
Innovate,
create
and
reach
beyond
the
typical
goals
Following
trends
have
never
seemed
to
be
my
steelo
Switch
it
up,
three
for
the
money,
four
for
the
show
Mad
original,
and
from
the
time
the
track
begins
and
ends
I'm
hoping
and
praying
That
you've
been
inspired
to
go
higher
then
the
limitations
Of
shackles
and
chains,
amazing
how
change
is
available
To
anyone
who
makes
an
honest
attempt
Exempt
to
no
man,
oh
man,
I
was
like,
yo
man
I
find
it
ironic
how
all
the
times
I
flunked
within
the
book
I
found
the
answers
To
the
problems,
now
me
and
the
Author
is
tight
I
rock
the
mic
and
He
writes
my
rhymes
We
make
a
good
team
don't
you
agree
Christ
plus
Othello
equals
emcee
Chorus:
Methodical
styles
I
flip
Makin
up
for
lost
time
I
spent,
times
I
slipped
From
the
cup
of
lies
I
sipped,
ill
equipped
But
now
(sample:
"I
represent
through
mind,
soul
and
body")
Verse
2:
(Page
One)
These
false
emcees
will
do
backflips
to
stack
chips,
but
never
stay
true
to
their
craft
That's
how
I
separate
wheat
from
the
chaff
I
bomb
like
graf,
super
raw
style
for
the
new
millennium
Got
mad
styles
on
file,
but
the
mind
is
the
Pentium
Processing
data,
it
don't
matter
who
got
the
phattest
click
It
all
depends
upon
what
you
use
to
measure
my
status
with
And
that
it's
fit
to
be
used,
I
see
through
crews
who
Only
concerned
with
who's
who,
not
paying
dues
But
you
couldn't
walk
a
mile
in
my
shoes
without
stumblin
Fumblin,
now
your
whole
foundation
is
crumblin
You
tried
to
salvage,
performing
mental
cryogenics
But
defile
the
mic
one
time
and
it's
sweet
dreams
like
Annie
Lennox
(Othello)
We're
putting
bits
and
pieces
together
like
clouds
and
rainy
weather
My
finished
product
makes
me
wonder
if
its
really
real
I'm
seeking
for
a
place
to
rest
my
head
and
paint
a
picture
Peacefully
abide
in
Christ,
bright
and
happy
days
Warm
colors
of
hazel
sunrays
cater
to
daydreamings
and
mental
replays
Of
clear
and
distinct
unforgettables
Accompanied
by
a
few
pivotal
moments,
elements
of
joy
components
Make
me
see
past
all
my
opponents
Home
alone
in
perfect
peace,
stable
and
meek
Meditate
and
daze
away
when
thoughts
become
complete
Seeking
to
find
and
bust
divine
rhymes
and
smile
with
white
teeth
I'm
in
my
own
little
world
(say
what
you
do
at
night)
I
sleep
(Repeat
Chorus)
Verse
3:
(Page
One)
We're
droppin
gems
cut
with
many
facets,
the
passage
of
time
Can
blur
the
line
between
the
subliminal
and
sublime
But
sometimes
I
lie
awake
nights,
mentally
take
flights
Back
to
the
days
before
greed
poisoned
hip
hop
like
snakebites
How
can
I
take
it
back
to
the
essence
and
still
be
progressive
How
can
I
dispense
this
freely
and
still
be
possessive
How
can
I
stay
meek
and
humble
and
still
be
aggressive
How
can
I
achieve
harmony
and
still
be
obsessive
These
are
the
types
of
near-impossible,
paradoxical
obstacles
That
put
lesser
emcees
in
mental
hospitals
Consider
myself
a
cat
that's
equal
to
the
task
Dangerous
behind
the
mic,
a
havoc
wreaker
to
the
last
Music
hath
charms
to
soothe
the
savage
breast
Express
joy
or
sorrow,
but
you'd
rather
wallow
in
your
averageness
Decked
in
lavish
dress,
but
lyrically
can't
pass
the
test
Who
laughs
the
best
when
this
culture
dies
a
tragic
death
(Repeat
Chorus)
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