Untitled (Circulate Chi) Lyrics

From the forthcoming Joe Cyrus album, 'The Space Between Thoughts'

This is hip-hop, put your fuckin fists up
The money got funny, but buddy money won't be with us
When our death's up from punchin a clock
Just because somebody wondered where his money got dropped
It could be somebody runnin from cops
Or somebody runnin funny money, hustlin on blocks
A buddy letting all his honies suck off the top
Or a brother vesting all his money trustin in stocks
I'm not trustin any system where the person on top
Worships money as his personal god
I'm a person earnin earnest with a personal job
Pennin verses earning pennies when you purchase a song
My purpose burnin any person's memory is certain
When the urge to etch my legacy with energy is surgin
I purse my purty lips into a smirk and put my work in
When I'm learning bout my Self I'm earning wealth that mother Earth gives

This is hip-hop, put your fuckin fists up
The money hungry fuddy duddies runnin this can get popped
I ain't talking bout our buddies that rock
I'm talkin all these fucking money grubbers calling the shots
Once upon a time before somebody shot Pac
Somebody saw they could control the people bumping hip-hop
Pluggin guns and drugs and money up in all of the songs
Bumpin ugly misconceptions for the young that are wrong
I'm not trusting any money coming from a Murdock
Putting money in for social murder
Words are how I burn the burdens lurkin in my soul
Work a verse to turn a person's hurt into a workin mold
Where a learnin opportunity is fertile and can grow
In the virtue that accumulates when you reclaim your soul
Aim to break the mold, make mistakes and hold your own
Cause what's at stake's the human race and worth its weight in more than Gold

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Explosion at the End of the Universe-2

Explosion at the End of the Universe-2

Untitled (Circulate Chi) Lyrics

From the forthcoming Joe Cyrus album, 'The Space Between Thoughts'

This is hip-hop, put your fuckin fists up
The money got funny, but buddy money won't be with us
When our death's up from punchin a clock
Just because somebody wondered where his money got dropped
It could be somebody runnin from cops
Or somebody runnin funny money, hustlin on blocks
A buddy letting all his honies suck off the top
Or a brother vesting all his money trustin in stocks
I'm not trustin any system where the person on top
Worships money as his personal god
I'm a person earnin earnest with a personal job
Pennin verses earning pennies when you purchase a song
My purpose burnin any person's memory is certain
When the urge to etch my legacy with energy is surgin
I purse my purty lips into a smirk and put my work in
When I'm learning bout my Self I'm earning wealth that mother Earth gives

Harrisburg native Joe Cyrus collaborates on new hip-hop release | PennLive.com

Harrisburg native Joe Cyrus collaborates on new hip-hop release | PennLive.com

Lame, The New Album From IAME on Taxidermy Records

Lame, The New Album From IAME on Taxidermy Records

I Exist for You (Lyrics)

Hook

(i exist for you and you forever/it's the only truth we grew together)REPEAT THROUGHOUT.

Me and you being each other all of the time
creates the freedom for seeing that we are dreaming our lives
Just keep believing together and what you'll see as we rise
is all the seasons reveal their meaning when meeting our mind

Me and you being each other all of the time
creates the freedom for seeing that we are dreaming our lives
Just keep believing together and what you'll see as we rise
is just a feeling beyond the zenith of being alive!

Verse 1

I exist in every instance since existance exploded
From the initial split from the abyss, we've been twisting and moldin
You and I unfold in mystery through history's rollin
Play betwixt the misery and bliss of eternal moments
My only callin is for You, it's been like this since i've woken
And this is known throughout the universe since it could be spoken
It's been awhile since I told You, so I figured I'd own it
Came to me while i was trippin and it's truth, so I wrote it
In a past life, you were my wife, we'd kiss in the mornings
And watch the children sit and sleep beneath the trees until dawning
Then a patched light, would harass night, and bring forth the yawnings
of all the little miracles we made embracing as shamans
And I promise you what I bring to you as the rest unfolds is a King for you
The only thing he ever wanted was to sing for you
Only thing he ever wanted was this thing for you
Me and you: there's no tea for two. My whole being is believing this Me is You
Think it through and you'll see the truth: from the beginning to the end I EXIST FOR YOU

Hook

Verse 2

I exist because my parents kissed and cherished a moment
The marriage caused my mom embarassment: her parents disowned her
And the baby she was carrying alone at the alter
Her plan to be a family with my then-to-be father faltered
Had to handle the insanity circumstance had to offer
No help from either side despite the birth of a daughter
The yells and screams propelled the scenes of fear in their eyes
And I felt the need to shelter me inside of my mind
As I grew a little older than I started to see
That the money struggle separates what we can be
No truth that we necesitate economy
Taking me from the purpose of living and being free
Giving and being me each minute that i dream
Spittin lyrics to exist that mimic the unseen
Vision in a rhythm flip a prism into speech
Mixed within the drum of each sample I tweek
The love beneath the humming is becoming the strings
Orchestrated in a matrix touching you as it teems
With the truth that I and you are simply one in the same
I exist for all my family which is YOU in this case

Hook

Verse 3

I'm created from the flavors of the people I meet
I take a piece of every person and mix 'em inside of me
I moved from Pennsylvania to Portland pursuing dreams
Mixing music into portions fused with personalities
You created the amalgamation making you these beats
From the fountains of imagination's sacred imagery
From the mountains to the lakes to outer space's deepest reach
To the center of your chest where every breath returns to sleep
Peace inside the sweet design of every speech's beaming key
As it links inside the locks your mind believes it keeps from me
The clocks in space and time are simply stopped when you can Be
The lightning rod for this hip-hop to strike the people in the streets
To mic a needle to a beat
Light the evil in the bleak
To right the feeble lives the evil eye will fight to blink
You and I are yin and yang
All the same
Spinning free
I exist and you exist and we'll persist until complete