Lightning Strikes

Lightning Strikes

Chorus:

Lighting strikes
Strikes the surface
With this pen I write
From serious to circus
With this feelin' I fight
It seems to be urgent
With this mind I see sights
And finally it gets to searchin'
X2

Verse 1:

I glance out my windows-to-watch-the-rain
It serves as a metaphor to just begin-to-top-the-pain
I know the feelin' now, to suspend-to-topple-the-aim
As I sit and watch the storm, I descend-to-dopple-the-blame

I thoroughly move towards these, goals-in-my-brain
As I approach the dream, I plan to, roll-in-my-fame
And eventually turn to succeed and, roll-in-my-gain
But for now let's write and relax, and toke-in-my-name

The vicious storm ahead, is-brutally-brewing
The way I'm feelin' right now, is-beautifully-shooting
It's makin' me change myself, it, is-prudently-rooting
For me, to tackle the industry, it, is-opportunity-stewing

I hear the thunder comin' and rumblin' in-the-distance
It's on its way comin' into the sky, in-the-existence
So here we go, gettin' the storm, crashin' down, in-the-existence
In which, we're truly insignificant, in-the-instant

Not bein' able to truly understand the ways-of-life
I walk through the metaphorical, ways-to-write
To truly understand the way of rap, prays-to-despite
How everyone thinks and acts, I need to change-to-fight

Chorus:

Lighting strikes
Strikes the surface
With this pen I write
From serious to circus
With this feelin' I fight
It seems to be urgent
With this mind I see sights
And finally it gets to searchin'
X2

Verse 2:

Then, the power goes dark, all we need is a spark
To get started, to eventually get us out of this darkness
Polishin' up the written lyrics on Notes now
I'm now, gettin', more and more ideas as I sit down
And look around, the dark house, not time to pout
Lights may be out, but my minds still runnin' fine
I time the times I rhyme, with a metaphorical passion
Yeah yeah man, I've said that with a snappin'
Yeah it's happened, double entendre on the rappin'
I'm playin' around, writin' for fun, no time to run
Watchin' the hail pour down on the walls and windows
Yeah man, I'm in those, the way I write, when times are grey
I must say, seem to be way more great, then my other raps
Dark times can make, and even bring the passion in rap back

Chorus:

Lighting strikes
Strikes the surface
With this pen I write
From serious to circus
With this feelin' I fight
It seems to be urgent
With this mind I see sights
And finally it gets to searchin'
X2

Verse 3:

Now, back to the story that was originally be-in'-told
The sky is startin' to clear up, I'm startin' to see-an-old
Form of my rap style, which was beginnin' to see-in'-mold
When I first started, even before the first, and-old-"Hello"

When I realized, time was the great treat for, a-good-rap
And know I realized I've released some seri-ous-crap
In the past, well yeah of course man, every-one-has
And that's that, can't dwell on the old staff, of-my-rap

So now that I see the sun, is bein' relieved, from-the-dark
The thing that I really needed before, was-a-spark
That would eventually change my way of the rap-pin'-ark
That has been my career so far, sneakin' up like-a-shark

Right now I need to ignite the ignition and flip-the-switch
This instant I'm on this, like you on a frick-in'-dick
I travel the roads alone so here we go, lit-tle-prick
I need to get out of my comfort zone, smack-a-bitch

As the sun rises, and the outer and inner scenery dri-es-up
Theres something that was needed to be learnt, from-the-cup
That you must take a sip of, and be ready-to-duck
For the feelin' inside was just a complete, steady-mind-fuck

Chorus:

Lighting strikes
Strikes the surface
With this pen I write
From serious to circus
With this feelin' I fight
It seems to be urgent
With this mind I see sights
And finally it gets to searchin'
X2