Every...
Single day it's the same ol' shit
Same brain that becoming more insane and sick
From maintaining all the same type of pain that exist
Inside my mind all the time that's creating a riff
Of different melodic flows from that same ol' gift
I constantly use to show every stranger that is
Within ear-shot that hip-hop still exist
Among the people and the evil crooked cops killing kids...
While different presidents be telling us those same ol' fibs
I think its evident where heading to pay for our sins
With whatever left of our dark souls deep within
The sicken shell of flesh that we inhabit that's crumbling
From mass consumption of the food we eat in public when
We feel like nothing cause we know of what we eat is disgusting
And the reason we leading into allegiance wit corporate greed
And becoming generation of gluttons
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
It's me Eclectic back in this
Peep perfection mastered
His excellence hasn't practiced his craft
And it's still immaculate
Huh
I'm more than passionate
Caution I'm sort of hazardous
My auras automatic
Conform or endure the havoc
I was born a rapper
Yet my path it was lost
Had to take a few years off to stack
And gather my thoughts
But now I got 'em all together
And I got with the Clique
May be some of the best ever
And we're not on your list
It's all good cuz you prolly never heard of us yet
And I don't think we deserve it
I'd rather earn your respect
I'd rather further success
I'd rather nurture and bless
I'd rather find a way to give back to this earth before death
Cuz it's a privilege that we able to experience love
Though it's affects can be fatal like a mysterious drug
Yo I'm delirious cuz
And I'm praying for a change
Tomorrow may never come
That's why I'm thankful for today
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
Stuck in these patterns just the way that it happens
Sometimes I feel held down by the weight of my actions
And if I got sidetracked it's cus I made a distraction
Satan aided in that heading for a fatal attraction
I'm able to change the motivation was lacking
Can be hard finding your way with all the hating that's happening
But I bring it back to the days that we would just blaze away
The times may have changed but the rap still stays the same
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English
Every...
Single day it's the same ol' shit
Same brain that becoming more insane and sick
From maintaining all the same type of pain that exist
Inside my mind all the time that's creating a riff
Of different melodic flows from that same ol' gift
I constantly use to show every stranger that is
Within ear-shot that hip-hop still exist
Among the people and the evil crooked cops killing kids...
While different presidents be telling us those same ol' fibs
I think its evident where heading to pay for our sins
With whatever left of our dark souls deep within
The sicken shell of flesh that we inhabit that's crumbling
From mass consumption of the food we eat in public when
We feel like nothing cause we know of what we eat is disgusting
And the reason we leading into allegiance wit corporate greed
And becoming generation of gluttons
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
It's me Eclectic back in this
Peep perfection mastered
His excellence hasn't practiced his craft
And it's still immaculate
Huh
I'm more than passionate
Caution I'm sort of hazardous
My auras automatic
Conform or endure the havoc
I was born a rapper
Yet my path it was lost
Had to take a few years off to stack
And gather my thoughts
But now I got 'em all together
And I got with the Clique
May be some of the best ever
And we're not on your list
It's all good cuz you prolly never heard of us yet
And I don't think we deserve it
I'd rather earn your respect
I'd rather further success
I'd rather nurture and bless
I'd rather find a way to give back to this earth before death
Cuz it's a privilege that we able to experience love
Though it's affects can be fatal like a mysterious drug
Yo I'm delirious cuz
And I'm praying for a change
Tomorrow may never come
That's why I'm thankful for today
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
Stuck in these patterns just the way that it happens
Sometimes I feel held down by the weight of my actions
And if I got sidetracked it's cus I made a distraction
Satan aided in that heading for a fatal attraction
I'm able to change the motivation was lacking
Can be hard finding your way with all the hating that's happening
But I bring it back to the days that we would just blaze away
The times may have changed but the rap still stays the same
Single day it's the same ol' shit
Same brain that becoming more insane and sick
From maintaining all the same type of pain that exist
Inside my mind all the time that's creating a riff
Of different melodic flows from that same ol' gift
I constantly use to show every stranger that is
Within ear-shot that hip-hop still exist
Among the people and the evil crooked cops killing kids...
While different presidents be telling us those same ol' fibs
I think its evident where heading to pay for our sins
With whatever left of our dark souls deep within
The sicken shell of flesh that we inhabit that's crumbling
From mass consumption of the food we eat in public when
We feel like nothing cause we know of what we eat is disgusting
And the reason we leading into allegiance wit corporate greed
And becoming generation of gluttons
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
It's me Eclectic back in this
Peep perfection mastered
His excellence hasn't practiced his craft
And it's still immaculate
Huh
I'm more than passionate
Caution I'm sort of hazardous
My auras automatic
Conform or endure the havoc
I was born a rapper
Yet my path it was lost
Had to take a few years off to stack
And gather my thoughts
But now I got 'em all together
And I got with the Clique
May be some of the best ever
And we're not on your list
It's all good cuz you prolly never heard of us yet
And I don't think we deserve it
I'd rather earn your respect
I'd rather further success
I'd rather nurture and bless
I'd rather find a way to give back to this earth before death
Cuz it's a privilege that we able to experience love
Though it's affects can be fatal like a mysterious drug
Yo I'm delirious cuz
And I'm praying for a change
Tomorrow may never come
That's why I'm thankful for today
Different day but the same old shit
Different page but the same old script
Different day but the same old wish
A different day would be different than this
Different day but the same old shit
Different day but the same old script
Different day but the same old trick
Of getting paid just to spend it quick
Stuck in these patterns just the way that it happens
Sometimes I feel held down by the weight of my actions
And if I got sidetracked it's cus I made a distraction
Satan aided in that heading for a fatal attraction
I'm able to change the motivation was lacking
Can be hard finding your way with all the hating that's happening
But I bring it back to the days that we would just blaze away
The times may have changed but the rap still stays the same
Writer: John lima
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