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Hybrid -D.C.A
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Hartford Avenue
Hook One：
Stuck without a path, all who are in the way will suffer my wrath,
but for now it's hard enough just trying to find a reason to laugh,
cuz lately nothin' is funny when it comes to a rap, it's stupid cuz I know I'm fallin' fast,
but I'm ready to raise up from the dead and ressurect a mass, an alias is my life it's the fusion of rap,
you know what it is when I have to admit this life isn't somethin' I'm past,
Shit, everyone has felt the first snow, had better days, but have they ever lived on hartford ave?
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Verse One:
There's somethin' I need to know, homie where do I go,
who can I show, what can I do to prove to people I flow,
What can I provide and what can I throw,
What dirt can I dig from the grave and what spirit can rid the demons of this hold,
this clutch I'm stuck and fuck I think I'm done,
Shit life's tough but it shouldn't feel like all the problems roll up into one,
Shit I done tried to solve my own mysteries but solutions were none,
failed half the shit I attempted before it even begun,
And homie you know I do it for fun, same way you stick with me cuz without you I wouldn't know where to run,
Where to turn, what to spark me to write up a verse, to make me purge with words electrical surge, labels looking for quantity over quality,
cheap ass dj's tryin' to splurge, and then I can't it anymore, now I'm submerged, underwater blackin out but still fighting the earth,
Looking for reason to live claim I ain't worth, I shouldn't be in the shit I'm in but I'm already scurred,
Lyrics already slurred, poisoned and cured but sure for sure preferred,can't write a bar without it sounding like I'm hurt,
But see that's where it stems, I'm really stuck, hectic this long because the hybrid's a mutt, white and doing rap is hard enough,
Sometimes It's hard for me to find the right stuff, sometimes I take it to my head and even then the shit I get in isn't enough,
Been on stage three times straight, sick each time, still didn't give a fuck, lost the talent show but sure enough,
you pretty fuckin' ill, why you still sittin' alone on you're bed writing these rhymes?
Boy it isn't my time, I wish it was, if it was then I think my heart would be something that these people can find.
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Hook Two:
Stuck without a path, all who are in the way will suffer my wrath,
but for now it's hard enough just trying to find a reason to laugh,
cuz lately nothin' is funny when it comes to a rap, it's stupid cuz I know I'm fallin' fast,
but I'm ready to raise up from the dead and ressurect a mass, an alias is my life it's the fusion of rap,
you know what it is when I have to admit this life isn't somethin' I'm past,
Shit, everyone has felt the first snow, had better days, but have they ever lived on hartford ave?
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Verse two:
Sitting here with block, wrote 4 pages to this one verse and I gotta blow 'em all in one spot,
because that's what it takes to get attention and if I have to race for it then I'll never stop,
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you can shoot me I will never drop, try to threaten me and my boys we'll never flock,
try to diss our shit we'll continue to rock, but sometimes the critisicm hits me like a chop block,
down on the ground lookin for a reason to drop, look up to god and wonder what have I done, for him to wanna watch me rot,
look at the clouds and it's raining back, so I'm stuck to the spot, look at my hands and notice that a pen is inbetween my fingers alot,
And I can be hated on and shit but I keep the rhythm on lock, satisfied with myself as long as I can hold my breath 'till the beat'll drop,
And look at the crowd as they look back to me, it's like two-timin',
double flippin' bustin' and skull crushin' to pushin' the cushion and witness the fusion of rhymin',
But I know it isn't my time and,
I'm tired of waiting in line, but god knows I've gotta get mine.
So until I get my chance i'll continue the rhyme, as soon as the hook takes the fear out of my spine.
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Hook Three:
Stuck without a path, all who are in the way will suffer my wrath,
but for now it's hard enough just trying to find a reason to laugh,
cuz lately nothin' is funny when it comes to a rap, it's stupid cuz I know I'm fallin' fast,
but I'm ready to raise up from the dead and ressurect a mass, an alias is my life it's the fusion of rap,
you know what it is when I have to admit this life isn't somethin' I'm past,
Shit, everyone has felt the first snow, had better days, but have they ever lived on hartford ave? X2
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Verse Four:
To the depth's of my mind, to the edge of the earth.
To the hell from which I'm sent, am I destined to return,
from the pages life will emerge,
from the pen are the words, from my heart is the courage,
from hartford ave is the demon on my shoulder causing me to wade in the dirt,
live in the hurt, sleep in the mix, awaken the stir, blew over my top, exploded the urn,
Too anxious to have what everyone wants so I'm gonna go outta turn,
cut the line in half, dig into the trash,
look for the thing no one thinks we need to laugh,
but our heart is our tower of strength and this life is my epitaph,
confused so I added it up to a graph, reaching a steady decline due to the fact my energy's tapped,
my defense is to attack, my sadness causes me laugh,
lately the double dose has hybrid fallin' off of track, but he's done fuckin' around time to pull out the gun, and load up the mags,
here's the pen and the bullets are drips of ink, and my armor is my pad, my minds the magic and my pen is the staff,
My level of genius is what gives me the reason to continue to rap, otherwise i'd would have been lost in the past,
previous things which clung on to my ass, sapping my dreams from the ends of the grass,
but I'll tell you what this is in a rap, I'm a person living on crap, fueled by nothing but burning the limits of gas,
Until I get what I want I'll continue this battle and struggle in hartford ave.
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[Hook]
Stuck without a path, all who are in the way will suffer my wrath,
but for now it's hard enough just trying to find a reason to laugh,
cuz lately nothin' is funny when it comes to a rap, it's stupid cuz I know I'm fallin' fast,
but I'm ready to raise up from the dead and ressurect a mass, an alias is my life it's the fusion of rap,
you know what it is when I have to admit this life isn't somethin' I'm past,
Shit, everyone has felt the first snow, had better days, but have they ever lived on hartford ave? X2
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