Cunninlynguists, The Grouch & Eligh - Only The Past lyrics

[Hook] [Verse 1: Deacon The Villain] I mean to Be in the moment To really sit still in it Without the pills and other thangs And get real with it To not reflect or project these feelings i'm harboring To not give f** bout who's feelings I'm bothering It's startling How hard it is swallowing truth I'm dry heaving on the daily Need to water my roots I'm supposed to be the type of soldier God would recruit But I lost my troops and it's soo hard to regroup Tryna cope Losing hope out following smoke When I approach They looking through me as if I was a ghost Cause I'm Not in the present I'm present But not my essence Don't count these seconds, n***a Count your blessings! But time is money If a brother ain't countin' dollars I'd be homeless in these mountain hollers It's hard I'm at odds Between earth and star But for the moment put the purp in the ‘gar My n***a And just... [Verse 2: Eligh] Learn from my mistakes, raking up the leaves Burn them in my place, ashes in the breeze Smash em in your face, for re-hashing the past Now you can taste the history, misery and peace Yet peace is in the present, so I make a constant effort To feel my feet against the street, the way we feel the beat Rattle and roll, straddle the ba** line like I straddle my goals Tight. With a whip in sight, with a wit thats like a thousand Sarcastic talk show hosts, and a vicious right jab To mic stands, which might land the riches I grab, in the Right place: the heart chakra The riches I speak of are not of a monetary operating System, your lost, obnoxious, non-spirit driven operas are Not my cup of tea. My people f** with me Because I'm f**ing free! I live in the now The futures un-known, but I cook my destiny without a recipe Just me and god to see beyond [Hook] [Verse 3: Natti] To the victor goes history Cover up the the misery Oppressed seek oppressor for what's meant to be a memory Placed upon papyrus or witnessed with your iris Degraded through the grapevine soured as the vine is Still recited by the Pius with approval from the highest Placed up on the food chain So slaves can buy a new chain Freshly topped tombstones Them graves can get new a name Spark a conversation after soaking it in butane Searching for a new lane while waving at the the past To be the wave of the future but the tides turning fast Cops already purging in the streets without a mask The stage is being set with only extras in the cast The faint of heart can't grasp how the brave can simply laugh The humor is the hubris to be first to carve the path And gasp... [Verse 4: The Grouch] Makin' time out of nothin' but everything Can't is just a word that we never sing Let it be heard I make noise from the silence of light Sights from the science of sound Profound thoughts Let's walk, between the seconds they talk I pay it no mind I know their reference is off I get my messages straight from the heavens And share em with my brethren in case they're late to the session Can you relate to the question? I can, just a man with a place for progression Face it, ba** hits for discussion It's all the same sh** Spaceships get percussive I turn clocks with my muscles Move rocks with a chuckle Just watch, no buckle When time is a puzzle then trust this Life isn't measured it just is [Hook]