NA,SAA - Is,aac lyrics

[Hook] This is NA,SAA, yes we blast off We are astronauts rappin' our a** off [Joey Keys] Here it goes again, the highs and lows The vibes and flows, the pen got me rising slow Been feeling like I'm falling in a bottomless pit yo Dropped prose and taught space-cadets how to grow Earth adjacent to hell - so I'm rhyming cold Just to cope, a nation built on cars and clothes Stars from vogue all fixated on bars of gold Visions of hope also bolted by golden rope Years ago I fell for hip-hop, it's not the doe Got these woes stress seems to be all know Restless till perfections blessing every track I let go A drop in the sea, to around the globe Tryna' be a tidal eliminate all foes I got to glow by being me not the status qua Venting through sentences til' I lie six feet below Lie my crown on my gravestone. 'RIP KING JOE' [AZA] I am not that stone that builder refused I am the stone that structure abused So my demeanor's growing meaner as my heart is growing cold Standing at a peak as I watch a boulder roll Right back down a hill that I thought I triumphed over I tend to remember this, as I'm inching closer "A task is not achieved with a dream or a thought," But when a dream is achieved we know a man has fought To get to where he is and appreciate the view Cause life is beautiful when you stop and take a few To smell a couple roses and expand the diaphragm Sit back relax I'mma tell you who I am ("I BE") Atlas Telamon infliction on the wisdom Translated through my poetry and this rhythm So when I sing the high hymns, I'm begging you to listen So open up your eye and check what you're missin' [Hook] [Olde E] Pick the pen up, place it back in my hand Wielding a weapon of words while I stay in demand I'm always, on point and precise, when I speak I entice We blasted off now we reaching new hieghts But I have to admit, in my stomach of pits There's something that's growing, and it's something that's sick Its blocking my view sorta like a smudge in the ink Touching the brink, got me feeling a little dumb when I think So f** it, I slip back in a slump again Sitting blank faced with a blunt and a pen Not a clue in what to write down on the page Caught in a haze, lighting up haze just to escape Filled up with angst while recording the tape Live to create, so I take pride in the music I make So when these rhymes are my life but I hate what I wrote I understand why Plath stuck her head in that stove [Tin Nimbus] We are the rose that risen through the stone road splitting Joe stayed spitting bro we thinking it was a figment of fiction In a matter of a minute this matter could not be diminished Thus proving we're energy not some well filled with wishes But we wish you well this wishing well got my two copper coins As i flick it in the water I pray this ripple makes a noise For the meantime i guess i'll speak my voice into a void And compress it with this pressure that makes magma deploy So we create when we destroy making rhythm to juxtapose Heavens frequencies like i have an earpiece to listen close Reciting what i was told, a prophet or maybe i was tapping phones Only to profit with the knowledge to carve my footprints in stone And when the stone erodes our bones from the gallows will be shown Crown of thorns hung by the ropes made of the vines from the rose For that's the only time we'll be strung up we our backs are stringless And the only time we'll wear a crown ,we the rose have risen [Hook]