Sound of Rum - Rumba lyrics

[Intro] I'll be me, you be you Be the true you, I can see straight through you I'll be me now but you be you Be the true you, I can see straight through you Take the mask off [Verse 1] I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps, eat prose Hear rhymes screamed when the breeze blows Drink, flow, clutch mic, touch sight, taste vision A successor to Antigone's tradition London born, bred, raised, London's in my guts London is a savage place full of strangers, it's too abrupt It's too immediate, it's too cold and it's too sprawling But London is as London does and I hear London calling And I've got to reply, creep the streets at night I'm like you can beat us once, we won't be beaten twice I live to eat the mics, my peace exists in spittin' bars Was skippin' cla** to walk a little further down a different path All my friends were hittin' bars, sniffin' halves Getting ripped apart, nicking cars, contemplating living large I was on top of a mountain screaming dreams into existence Watch the city life from a distance [Chorus] Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in your masquerade ball Bare faced in the masquerade Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in your masquerade ball Bare faced in the masquerade Believe [Verse 2] I carve lyrics into cubicle doors Like they were pyramid walls and these were hieroglyphs Hold mics with an iron fist Mind is a storm, rhymes are the eye in it Evil in the world but I'm peaceful in spite of it Snakes never understood the way that lions live Hear wisdom in the rain, it falls like words fall from dying lips I waste a lot of time getting high but look I wore my bones dry trying to climb the cliffs of knowledge I heard that if you wanna rap, ok, you've got to read I read Shakespeare, Beckett, Blake, Sophocles Ancient mythology, eastern philosophy Got stained gla** panels for eyes where the apostles breathe So come on do what you can, do what you must In these times they make me leave so much that we can trust Vanity and lust descend upon us like the dusk, but me I'm barefoot in the fire pit dancing through the dust [Chorus] Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in your masquerade ball Bare faced in the masquerade Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in your masquerade ball Bare faced in the masquerade [Verse 3] I speak with the same tongue them old poets spoke with Whiplash a sequence of words into an opus Hope is a concept, alien to hopeless Folks with their complex and their failure to focus Broke, not my pockets but my personhood, I'm fractured Like postmodern texts where the chapters go backwards Rope burnt my hands and foot soles AI looked Prose dead in the eye She had thick brows and a hooked nose And she made this reply When I asked her why the sh**test of scribes Are getting published, why the farcical flourish at the expense of the artful who nourish the artform and she's like: "Only...in darkness...are stars...boooooooooooooooorrrnn" [Chorus] Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in your masquerade ball Bare faced in the masquerade Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Harder I try, larger my prize Faster I fly, faster I fall Bare faced in this masquerade ball Peace maker never started no brawl If I did it was a small one and hardly at all Bare faced in the masquerade I'll be me, but you be you But be the true you believe me I see straight through you Yeah, I'll be me, you be you But be the true you believe me see straight through you Yeah, bare faced, ugh! Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky I got both eyes fixed on a darkening, darkening, darkening I got both eyes fixed on a darkening sky Bare faced forever, and if you're bare faced too Then maybe we can be bare faced together I push pull it out of my chest, breathe raps, eat prose Hear rhyme scream when the breeze blows Drink flow, clutch mic, touch sight, taste vision Success into Antigone's tradition London born, bred, raised, London's in my guts London is a savage place full of strangers, it's too abrupt It's too immediate, it's too cold and it's too sprawling But London is as London does