Phantoms - Everlasting Tome lyrics

I. Moment in Time Once knew this Lil Italiano Cute as a peach with an apple bottom to match I was struck, lit with a dire desire inside me To reach out and catch the apple of my eye Her eyes were like diamonds That stoned me for their shining, Alone standing faded in a zone, Thinking, "Please be my Sierra Leone." In a moment frozen in time When I got that scar, right above my left eye And in a room full of clones she stood alone, All the girls around her blurred since she was the only one that had the cure for my dome Tried to be humble with thoughts of how to bring her back to my home, But my words were jumbled and I fumbled, With no time left for recovery, my cookie crumbled Wishing for that touch from my h**ne to shoot me up with a rush Just a little one-on-one time would be clutch 11:11 pa**ed, now I'm left taking one step at a time with my crutch Though very misunderstood through grapevines of the berry I stayed on my Jim Carrey Now I'm left contemplating the ink on her bi, That birds of a feather flock together But I'm here wondering why we never walked together ~Regret and refill The potion with poison~ It's my felicity without the purity, I am a phantom sitting alone in his city Falling in longevity, catching daisies Through clouds of dreams I learned to love how to dream Got to lean first to stand on my own two feet Up and running with my ambitions, Catching my dream that I'm going to be something Turn the key in the ignition Cause I'm gonna ride to the end Coast to coast, they are going to know I do the most And I'm chosen to fly above most with a gift That the gods gave me, no hoax, So I'm sorry to tell you I've chosen to make toast Cause all I need is one moment to shine Like when I think back to the angel In that one moment in time One Love. II. E.T. Follow me, myself, and I to the underworld When I'm on the prowl, don't come down on these grounds, because I am like Cerberus So it's best not to rush the underdog when in the belly of the beast You never know when he will be ready to feast I'm real from my head to my feet, they hear heaven when I speak Like Socrates for the ears speaking from Mount Olympus' peak Setting fire to Hades leaves, but they leave me in a hiatus Since I know that no one will ever play this Even though I'm now on that grade “A” list Plus, I'm never living life in the past tense Memories from days that I grew up a confused Baptist Till I realized that they had my mind caged in like a fence To each his own, but some of y'all need to learn how to use your domes You ever wonder what if ET never phoned home? Who knows maybe he is the one running the show Writing the scripts while slowly devouring us like a snow cone But who knows, maybe he comes in peace Like your girl opening her soul for another man's key Oh hell, that's just life, just another slice of the pie And by the end, hope we all learn how to see between these lies To the ones in control we are just flies The middle cla** has slowly vanished in disguise Right before our own very eyes Who am I playing, y'all zombies don't even care to realize Your tainted souls are just happy to be alive Not ever knowing what it is like to have to survive Y'all take them shots and wake up the next morning slightly revitalized These days real genuine love is gone All the poor souls have gone to pawn There are no more queens in this chess game that we play Now days if you're a virgin, you're just a another lame None of these cats are tamed Cause if she has a sweet face, perky tots, round buns, and some pretty eyes You already know guys have been all between those loins It's the times we live in All it takes is for you to have some nice linens And if that girl gets pregnant these boys aren't kiddin' Leaving their babies to repeat the cycle Man these generations are just like cyclones Guess that's why I'm here jolting down these words alone ...Damn, maybe it's time to pack up and just phone back home. III. Rapture It all started with a bang Then I heard people chant my name They say this is all a game Some play and become lames While the next one just rode by with your dame But you couldn't give her your last name When her head was too full with someone else's brain Don't hold yourself to blame though Just go find yourself a new Range Rov' Write down your thoughts in hopes that they reach J. Hov' And tell 'em haters that they can just hit the rode They told me I chose this life the moment I let my time show Left my neck froze for the light show Which is only right though, since my flow leaves them enlightened like hydro Pure water in my veins Though don't make me say your name in vain I dare you to go toe-to-toe with me Wake up blinded the next morning with your eye swole I keep them birds on me too, just so you know, that's why I lay low But I still tote that book on me to amaze y'all folks Jotting down these hits in my d**hnote Never would have thought bodies could drop without techno Ba**hunter will make that tech show I put vibe in your head like some headphones "Who am I though?!" Just having conversations with my iPhone I would say you couldn't imagine what's in my landscape Using my words for an escape Because I heard a wise man once say, "Use your words to sting, Cause that's the only way you'll avoid the bing" Swear I could have heard the Cha-ching! So don't worry about a ring from me Because I'm thankful for the days that I didn't itch the chrome To end up talking from a jail phone Just remember though Karma's still out there and she still hits She may end up giving you a stitch So I chilled, strayed from my old ways of getting my fill, then resorting to the pill The void in this life has become so surreal and imaginative that most y'all won't even get this film: ~I'm sort of like Pan when I'm stuck in this labyrinth With views so elaborate Have these agents in the system chasing after me "Why am I so hazardous?" That's my PC speaking back to me, because I thought this was MySpace~ So I'll keep making hits with these rhymes Devils can see between these lines I've been chosen to bless them within due time While in between I find myself lost in my mind With these dreams of how they're now divine But I just pour myself a gla** of serenity And lay back to look to the sky. IV. Pa**ion Okay, check me out I'm working out and I'm texting So no wonder why I'm flexing Folks complaining about a drought Up late night and I'm gonna make this shot count J.C. dropped and he didn't forget to flaunt Just trying to bring sunlight in for Lucy & Kacarot You got one life to live Preach it through my ad-libs Got raps that are mad sick Pulling in all the Marilyn Monroe's To come float up to the sky in my mansion Makes you wonder whether they're Freemasons? They try running up on me, they better tuck their laces Got the chucks on me and they aren't from Macy's Man these boys are about to take their places If they don't fix their faces Like a judge I work these cases I do this crap for entertainment We got the kit and it's lit Riding around with no tint Boy don't act like your pockets aren't filled with lint I'm not a pimp; I just walk around with a limp Probably why all these cats are acting like imps Walking the streets looking for freaks Man I only slept about five hours this week This tea got me geeked And don't worry this synergy is for free Trust, that's the key Let these words touch thee You can't blame me For still having dreams of riding in an Astin Woh baby, I like the way that arch bends Way badder than my last Benz All these haters just jack trends But all they are is some has-beens Man, I'm flying in the wind Chilling with the Fam & kin I'm picturing these words with pa**ion While my mind is thinking way past taxing So feel free to rewind this back Just put your mind on the A-trak. V. Disclosure I don't know what else I can do And you can say I do this for exposure But it's this disclosure that proves that I'm not a poser Just waiting for that one moment to move us closer And I live in a duality That gives me a sense of mortality But I've always played with the idea of immortality To help fight this world's poor salary This paper is not celery It may be able to sell easy, but it's still measly Now let me take a moment to teach thee, In time, I get lost in my mind Thinking back to the divine And how I still have to use this grapevine But I won't lie, it helps me feel fine And ease my mind Without having to resort to the wine Paused in the moment And I noticed how it seems like your mine I wouldn't even have noticed that If I wouldn't have wrote these lines It's these things that keep us from nines And no lie, it's sometimes the pine, ha It's just this system that makes it a crime Has everyone worried about dropping a dime For those in control can I please have a rewind Do you realize that this is what's keeping us in a bind I'll leave a picture for your mind Plus I'm starting to believe that I'm one of a kind And I have my Fam to thank for these rhymes I'm me, thanks to He & She I do not mean any blasphemy Sometimes it's just these words that tax me But I remember that was the past me Or maybe I meant the last me Because I swear I haven't felt the same since last week Thank you, For those of you who did not stress me And those of you who have blessed me. VI. 1331 I'm just gonna start out first by stating no blasphemy But I feel like they just called upon me Please you don't wanna play with me You know I keep the peace, but mess around And I will untame this beast, if you try to feast on me I'll come up off this leash I think it's been like this since last week Please don't mistake me for a meek I never had nothing, so I'm not afraid to release You don't know how many people I've had to tell peace I've beat many with this short reach But trust these hands can still teach When I'm in this zone you should know that I've never met divinity And even you can be popped like a Xanny I got this remedy in me, that allows me to fix the frame on all of my enemies And then I'm stuck with this identity God please don't pity me You sacrificed, now I'm just the next Kennedy In this life everyone is guilty So please don't act like you're an entity I write these thoughts down so you can see me in reality Come back around after the check point and hit you with mortality The combat will leave your whole squad a bunch of casualties Brunch was served so now let me sip my tea I play the game like its E.A. I keep running this track like a relay You're kind of like your girl, she knows that I'm gonna slay Sorry, but even you know she wants to drink me down like, Hail Mary! When I was a kid I use to pray As I grew, I learned to cope with the haze I'm your girl's next phase I'll leave her thoughts scattered in a maze If you think I'm worried about a tax You must not know how many times I've had a relapse Even if I barely played Craps Know I still roll the dice, while your vice was the rice I'm starting to think that maybe this ghost should start to give you advice I already read up on my Nero You think I'm going to care about a dinero?! Nah... I just send these hits like I'm an Egyptian Pharaoh 1, 2, 3, I'm about to drop for free Knocking down your door When I had the key I didn't pause to say freeze Your girl's reading this And even her kitten's teased Hit up my phone, asking if she could get it, please Text back like, I don't care if you're Lebanese You don't got it like my girl, capiche Think I'm gonna have to drop this on the thirteenth When she begins her ballet She knows I'm wanting to wear her out like her PRO Palette Went to the show and I seen the talent Never saw someone crawl with such a prowess If that leopard comes to me, she knows I will lay it down to rest I pack this instrument on me like, "We the best!" Should have heard that I pa** every test So please don't pest me I know that I'm not a Carter But y'all just motivated me to work harder To wear all of these watches like I am the Father Blessed words reaching those from here to Harlem. VII. Moment 'n Mind They say once you've found love, you've lost your mind And it seems like she will forever be intertwined in mine For I see her as beauty, divine Something finer than wine I've wrote about her with these same words throughout time In hopes she would hear my thoughts as if they were chimed She rings her bell, aiming me to the garden of thyme Allowing me to reach heights that I never thought I could climb She contains inside her the essence of my high I just want her to be by my side as we watch the sun rise Before this wolf gets up to put on his suit and tie Intelligence she knows that I wear as a disguise Looking into her eyes, I embark into the skies I was told that I would not be able to fly But sparks ignite every night as if it were the Fourth of July And every morning when she kisses me goodbye I tell her she will always be mine, from every five to nine Smiling because I know she will welcome me home with a warm slice of apple pie And soft whispers in my ear that her sporadic shivers will always be mine Even when our bodies are not aligned she will forever be caressed between these rhymes So my time has been spent with this tool I know there is evermore the chance that I'm just a fool Like the lamb who walked to the cliff full of wool But with that cruel fuel I will continue to paint this mural Along with a cup full of yellow stuff Which is only right, to give me the opposite of a rush Even though it will slowly turn my brain to mush Because sadly I still cling to this crutch As if it was a must, whether it be love or lust Or just some lines that I'm forced to crush Sometimes I wonder if you still sense my fresh blue musk Like that night I walked out with my two subs Had no two cents and looked pa**ed your innocence Left you rootless Just to watch you through my conscious defense Probably why I have so many moments to reminisce This is why my hand these days is guided by providence Since now your eyes have become the master lens For me to finesse these words like a bag of Lipton In hopes of the day I'll see the fruits of my labor come to fruition Although sometimes I just wish for your genuine recognition Opened my mind for you to see my hopes and premonitions With these telegrams that are bounded by definitions Because when reality hits, who's the real victim? Regardless who is right or wrong I'll continue this eternal waterfall as if it were my protocol With words taught to me from a cathedral hall So I will be able to preach to y'all With the memories I've acquired throughout times of spring and fall And if there is one thing I may ask from y'all Remember you are all beautiful And always stand tall Never be the one forced to crawl For it was only she who ever left me in awe And believe you, me I remember it all. VIII. Epiphany You don't know the wicked things I've done for the vine How many times have you had to press rewind? Before the words hit you hard enough to make you recline Why are these pa**ages so hard for some to find I am not one of a kind, born with three eyes With a mind full of thoughts that'd leave most mortified The kind of view that should not be televised The reason why you tell your children to close their eyes How many times do I have to show you that I am verified? How many times do I have to show you my bars are fortified? And why is it so hard for you to open up your eyes To the perception from a third kind That watches over us as we all die While many tend to pray in hopes that they aren't going to fry Others just fall down and cry when they truly realize What the Bible beholds for how they've lived out their lives But I mean not to prophecies And do not wish to emphasize or characterize anyone else on how they've chosen to live out their lies This control system is just something I grew to believe I wonder if any of you have seen pages filled with leaves Then raised and put to the mouth of your brethren Now looking like a Christmas reef Never said I was one to know many reverends Just grew into the belief of inner peace One moment when I believed to had seen devils feast By the burning of a tightly rolled crease Freeze for a moment so I can now paint this piece from Greece [AD- Commercial Break] Reverted my eyes back to the T.V. screen For I did not understand what I had just seen Was his fate always set to be born into a fiend? Just something I would not believe Since birth knew ‘em better than any other friend And still believe I will be with him after I see my end Just some initial mental scars that I grew to mend While I got better with the art of how to pretend From thoughts that my mind would not allow me to comprehend Because I knew them and was not able to see the hem Just through ideas from others written in free hand Paused and thought for a moment, wait that's man Words soft spoken as if they were contraband Speakers might need adjustment if this is a one man band A form of Noah was spoken in more than one language In all different ways throughout the ages by multiple sages So I still believe there must have been some truths behind those pages When I watched them lit upon young faces If this is some form of ace or spade I recite to the matrix now to my grave In hopes to spark a visual wave Possibly even create the best new phase, amorphous I tell myself this is now because of metamorphosis From long cold nights under the winter solstice Fore a belief that I never want to sell this And thankful I haven't become a dead Corvus But devils know that I am still gambling And probably need to stop rambling So if these weapons ever do happen to fall upon your eyes Do not feel televised or compromised For I mean not to emphasize Only to profit my mind to the maximus In hopes to create some form of Cinematix I end these thoughts with simple word mathematics [Formulas] If you ever think you/r sense negativity Channel it into something positive A negative times a negative always equals a positive A negative plus a higher good will always come out to form something it should All it takes is a 45 degree turn to change x to + Adding, Multiplying Same outcome, Progress. But once your Zen gets good enough Everything can be seen as a buff A positive times a positive is the absolute greater rush. IX. Gossip & Gospels (A Martyrs V) I follow the laws, which don't throw back hands to a true core, And to most it would seem like my words are from front lands, but I don't tour I live off of my own source, and I'm getting better at speaking in Morse It'll be like this until I'm a corpse It's not a curse though, I'm a Jedi using the force I send blessings to those who were fools with the torch And, or gave up their dreams of living from atop of the porch I would voice these words but I'm afraid of all those who'd try to make me hoarse And in fright I will end up revealing that I am no one's hoax You may look at me as a beast but I choose not to boast Because I understand it's that same duality that keeps boats afloat I'll keep watch from the sidelines while jotting down some side notes I learned how to lay down the bricks building the bridge to cross over the mote Looking down at those who were lost in the ropes and those looking up to the Popes I balance my soul to maybe some false sense of hope Ants understand that I will not mope, because my hand did not tote So I know they will see my croak Rearranging words through an upside down view so some won't see my cloak Cause even with a Christ conscious these views I have can sometimes make one feel low ~Ripping through the cold moss air, and in between the floor oaks Sowing the seeds to grow prosperous oats, all along while looking over all these dirty folks I have found myself in my own oath Wishing I could change imperfect hosts Makes me want to fall to the ground but I know not to toe Lines with the devil, I speak without treble to the fellows Who have knelt to the alkaline meadows while I close my eyes and listen to crystalline waters wash over all of the soft pebbles~ Opening my eyes to look upon the flies by pulling open my mind I speak my final piece to some form of divine, "Please let me find inner peace." And I think I've heard a reply, "All within time." Additions: X. Zero Relations Everlasting Tome, you'll finally receive the beautiful ending that you are not so deserving of… Purely crafted through slow nights of lonesomeness in remembrance of scenes from boring days Nothing spectacular written, just was lost in my mind unraveling a Rubix cube and exposing it on a site like my own Youtube. At the end of it all, I only found out when you break the Rubix cube, it just scatters from the fall to form smaller ice cubes Still the same, still a mystery, still just as cold as it was before it was picked up and played with A pointless game, but when you can't win, the numbing satisfaction comes from within, a beautiful end One less limb, one less piece to the puzzle, one less beat of a pa**ed lover's heart to lock the muzzle The mind and the heart, when the same cannot attract anything and in the end, the remains are nothing Rotten paper as rotten flesh, caressing pages revealing only the cold kiss of d**h Find comfort in it, embrace them, for those are the only lips that are left. XI. Parachutes Never had a Princess Mononoke, I always stayed low key with my keys Unlocked the dark corners of my mind's keep and realized that I was wrong not to hold you by my side Left a bezel in the rough that I should have touched, but I stayed in disguise Could had shone light through the night when you needed it the most, instead I was a ghost Then everything changed the moment that I saw the post ~Flashbacks of my eve, I couldn't believe it, My mind wouldn't allow me to perceive it, I just wanted to be deceived from it~ So I strayed with the memories of when I wandered in those cold nights, and slid down those same dark roads As if getting the baker to act on my part was my heart, nah This Superman touched his kryptonite, Sunny days slowly turned to cloudy summer nights. Since then something went wrong in my mind's eye And I don't think it will ever be alright again Everything seems like something now… But isn't nothing something? Time went by while I stayed high Lost my love in the sky, Flipped nickels and dimes Hoping that I would be fine Tipped back some Persian wine Only to find myself lost in my mind Felt my life foreshadow, the sun behind me Lost the few that knew me Blew my high, like b**h don't k** my vibe Feeling under pressure, I tried to go against the tide To only find myself once again push to the side Nearly drowned in that depression, but left the only life I knew behind me Now it's only greatness that blinds me Since reminiscing on this life, only to find the puzzle now complete I am able to stand and walk on my own two feet Because being able to make believe is beautiful in design When it was created by the architect of time Only people try to tarnish the idea with thoughts of being divine But in reality, we are falling into schizophrenia, wrestling abstract thoughts as if we were in Wrestle-mania Only those with hearts of lions will stay to climb the ladder Leaving the ones below to chatter and eventually shatter Now grab the belt, release the parachute, and float to the ground, so that you may be felt Or forever be lost in your mind to melt. XII. Root of Evil The seed was planted Depression slid and landed My deed forever implanted Now you all know of the golden bond miss-handed I think my practices as a youth made imprints of the truth I was only too young to see behind my own root Self-infliction since nigh high was tradition Not noticing the city around me slowly burning like the kitchen that I was standing in As a child, I died before ten In the newspaper was I and the contest I won with my hand A moment of photography that I did not understand, until these days that I continue on the same path writing with that same pen I did this all myself, without the misuse of any other's pin Concentration told me to keep it pushing so that I could live a life without ever having my holes mistaken I can wash my hands with sanity Knowing that I can look back without a stained vanity But I feel for the unfortunate who were too young to stop from d'evils by embracing their own Gospel tunes Only grew to watch their ambition through an Elmer funded cartoon The new world is cruel, it's time is past due, and I want to be the one to reverse everyone's view Good men are now far too few This world reeks of PepeLaPew And I want a Pic-a-Chu I wonder even than if my signature returned back innocents Like back when I was a child ending babes with a fin, without even having to bust their hymens I'm sure the school's field trip was all planned It's just as a child I didn't realize that I could do far more than most humans Can you blame me with this clean coat that I'm now in? But while I long to wear genuine flannel, since you can only watch me through this panel She's the one who actually changes the channels Wash your conscience with handfuls of Chanel While I'm seeing you through this cameo So now I'm going to do what I believe you ultimately wanted To end this square that we live in Where triangles think they are some form of fallen angels While I'm the real E.T., waiting to phone home some real entities Bringing an end to Gaia and all of its earthly tendencies. XIII. Final Phantasy Imagine learning one day that your whole life has been a lie Living with a free mind like a child until I learned my pa**age of time Rewind, look back and see the signs Life always seemed to be just fine, until I got to speeding up and matched a crime for speaking my mind Who would have thought my two cents were worth listening to Dripping more than just words bounded by glue and sparks that glisten the reader's view I fix these vixen's eyes to work like my muse I mean, I got nothing on my mind anymore but dollar signs since I grew up to find my hand leaves these dolls begging for more, they just want more, to bore my kin, knowing that they were my true core, but are now just worn So I won't pout to flowing fountains of all these rock mountains I'm going to school just to learn how to count my accountants And if you don't understand these ounces of rhymes, I'll leave you in the dust, because I must continue this route as I preach my soul for nuns Teaching them love through my hand and it's pen rubs Because Lord knows that I'm just a mutt, working hard to make up the lines of my beginnings as a runt A Little Rascal running the streets with sacks of cash and hash, strong enough to give the best smokers lungs a rash Making them pa** the ma** that are my joints, but now that's just in the past Face it, I'm writing this right now wasted, that's why it's speaking to you so basic So what if I ran in the streets with ASICs and a body filled with toxins Am I not great enough to now wear a pair of Moccasins? I've spoken to the Father and confessed most of my sins, but it's just for closure because I know in this life I won't get any closer to changing some ones idea that I am not a poser So I'm writing this final piece to divine to let the gods know that I'm just fine with being a phantom for this Moment in Time ∞ Epilogue Writing has become pointless Because once I exposed my waist Everyone saw what I wrote down as hate And the thoughts that I create just become a crater of waste Based off previous notions from opinions of others that cannot relate to what I make The end result being a misconception of my construction and it appearing as fake Now please understand, I do not wish to begin this last piece spewing words of execrate I just think that it is time to finally leave this god-forsaken place To start anew, leaving the precious few that I personally knew Excluding the ones in my head when it was far past my curfew A few failed attempts at reaching out with my Bluetooth Because I did not have the change for a private phone booth So I resorted to the idle works of proverbs Then started out on an objective that probably left most confused Something that was designed and aimed for the sole purpose of giving my utmost honest thanks to you, The lady who made it her silent promise to awake me from my noose By displaying the significance of my past that I never knew So in appreciation of your lovely infatuation and pa**ion, as well as your enmeshing fashion I have written, wrote, and continued to write of my becoming Through pa**ages of time Past, present, and the imminent All wrapped into a gifted book of mine This was everlasting to me Since it had been written N handed down for you from inside of my gloomy tomb An artwork that was shown through unvoiced rhymes and viewed through your runes Meant for only you A beautiful essence That I never even truly knew But through an infestation from this population My purpose became an accumulation of other's manifestations Because something that started as an attempt for unification, soon became a failure of justification for my work Then eventually manipulation and humiliation of my words An outcome that I had never wished for when I first began And now see as my composition's downfall as I diverge from them Though it plagues me that the majority may have stemmed from projections Brought on through fore thoughts of a Freemason that I never even knew existed, but nonetheless, helps me understand of my overall nonexistence Along with the ignorance that came hand-in-hand with my absolute persistence From feeble attempts to form any kind of resistance against It They wipe out any part of memory I own, then give me a dream of one moment that lasts only for an instant Waking up in an inebriated haze, as if my lone vision had already been finished When I try to shine light on these acts of atrocities They either go by unnoticed or their made a mockery In spite of mine and infinite other's sacrifices to their tyranny And now I'm losing my faith to continue the fight Because it has become clearly evident that the blind sheep and the powers to be only cackle at me and my vendetta for peace As they lay down some more rosaries In despite of my buried misery Reminding me of my pawn chemistry So, I thank you, for embracing my widow Juliet Because if it is true what has expired I am joyed that you too were able to admire her fire And hopefully no tears had perspired In this finding of truth, I hope those that are able can inspire the youth To be something much more than just Eden's bore fruit Since in the ripening of my age I have shown to be nothing more than a mere vegetable fool Mindlessly bound to a cable Exhibiting illusions in the form of fables Then always returning to the constant pondering of the true purpose between Cain-N-Abel... I state this as my last farewell For I have fell and failed in a clumsy endeavor to make it out of this conscientious placed that I like to call Hell Upon making it to the gates I envisioned to have heard a bell But perhaps I am still under her spell Something that Time will apparently never tell Regardless, it is too late for me to turn around The streets behind me are far too crowded with fowls Who know that I will never ever bow So they have saved my soul for the hound And now I will slip away without a sound.