Driving Force Lyrics
Hey Limit... Let's Go! (Hi-ya!)
[Verse 1: Limit]
It's the innovation, the inner-hatred that drives me
Gotta walk the path wisely and stay lively
My mind's set, went from "might be" to "hell yes"
Visionin' my mission, can't be too overzealous
It's a given that my shit might sell less
But I'm rocket launching flows, suck it MCs appellates(?)
They're blind firing, I'm aiming at your third eye
And the music takes me seagull-pelican-bird high
'Bout to take a turd on these Bozo haters
Propane sprayers split the ozone layer
Into fractions, yeah, Limit back in action
With the burning passion that even scorches ashes
And I'm driven by your reaction to my interaction
With every instrumental that I'm smashin'
That's how it happens, so I stay craftin'
The shit that make you say "ooh" "aahh", ad-libs
[Hook]
It's the breath and the life
It's the reason that I even touch the mic
So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force
(Uh...)
It's everything in my surroundings
It's my rhymes and the beat compounding
Which, in turn, dictates my life's course
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force
[Verse 2: Limit]
It's the creativity, the vibe in my proximity
The way I pick up the mic to deliver these
Bombs to your doorstep, releasing Hazmat
'Til they suffocate and can't breathe, chorus set(?)
And it's the killer mentality
The X-Ray to see straight through these bullshit fallacies
It's the real, the "Fuck it, I say what I feel"
And consequently, have the people callin' you ill
It's the craftsmanship, the intricate measures that we take
Sayin', "Naw, scratch that and do better"
It's the intimate pleasures, we have with the instruments
When I'm into it, blank page, I put my pen to it
It's the, "Take a break, now I'm blankin'"
And what your creation come alive like Franken-
-Stein, in that case, I take my time
And vibe out, and just let these forces drive me
[Hook]
It's the breath and the life
It's the reason that I even touch the mic
So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force
(Uh...)
It's everything in my surroundings
It's my rhymes and the beat compounding
Which, in turn, dictates my life's course
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force
[Verse 3: Limit]
It's the expression, the blessin' in each life lesson
The impression that you make in every cypher and session
The message, the pen I'm grippin' in my hand
The things I can't describe, but I know I understand
It's the, "What the hell, he's asian?"
Blazin' tracks, sayin' that one day he'll be a major act
So I'm prayin' that you're turnin' me up
It's the, I-can't-control-this feeling in my gut
It's the, you can't say anything that'll stop me
The scribbled out, revised rhymes, leavin' sloppy pages
It's the get your flow right
It's the be different, why not? Take a chance, throw dice
It's my fam, my friends, it's my girl
She said, "I know you got it, you can do it, show the world!"
It's the go hard once the red light is on
It's my heart spillin' all over the microphone (Uh)
[Hook]
It's the breath and the life
It's the reason that I even touch the mic
So I can't stop 'til they burn my corpse
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force
(Uh...)
It's everything in my surroundings
It's my rhymes and the beat compounding
Which, in turn, dictates my life's course
It's the purpose, the motive, the driving force