Tristan Grant - Beats & Boxes lyrics
[Verse 1: Tristan Grant] As a kid i was clever, never talked too much I was happier than ever even with the bad weather Had a nice little world that wrapped all around me Lived under the dome until music came and found me It was knock knock knockin' while i was sittin' doin' nothin' Came in from the side smacked me up for wastin' somethin' Told me I could kick it and could rip it with talent I could be it Went on a long quest with clear vision I could see it Opened up a world where I showed my best and my fears Wrote a bunch of stuff and took a couple years With the good and the bad with the ugly and mad For a few dollars more I'll reach the globe I'm not a fad I Stick to music like cyano- Acrylate dedication Give a voice to the quiet people of the nation I'm the first from the land built from the dirt From the earth and the sand for generations we hurt To be intelligent and relevant not a statistic So credits to my family for making me rhyme prolific Tryna' not to snap I keep myself in check Wiggle on the way looser than a broken neck Pop in the a-track or the mp3 Inspired by generations past they made me [Hook] With the beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense The beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense Beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense Beep beep [Verse 2: Tristan Grant] Take two I'm getting serious as players do Bottle phase is over my thoughts ain't taboo Maybe true that I wanna be as big as U2 Wonder how far I gotta go to make my dues I'm just a rapper better known as MC The way to move the crowds is like nature it comes to me Please take a seat, I'm fresh from academics So get your pencils ready take notes from the lyrics Sir Tristan. The bravest of them all A knight so strong he never beckoned to the fall I got the blood double red tied to my family There's no water here to ever cross my loyalty Sittin' on the dock, knowing it's alright I'm just being me tune the verses make 'em tight The kids that don't write are who I call shape shifters Blending to the crowd just to get more listeners [Hook] [Verse 3: Tristan Grant] Stop actin' like your tough Like lying ain't enough The only thing that's even rough is how you're talking like your buff So blow the bluff out of the joint hip hop has got a point Love to burst your bubble boy but no horses here in troy So back it up like the man on the moon I like the way it goes boom like a bomb in the room Breaking and shaking the walls and the halls I live a fast life, it makes my heart go zoom Treat yourself like you're already a pro And give love back to the people you know Crowds wonder how I have that vitality I just gain strength through my own creativity Shout-out to my home town where i formed the pact The city by the bay, Chaleur is where it's at On point past the tip lookin' up to Mr. Phife Go Easy on yourself, just rap what you like