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Sorce Manifesto
First Draft (Live Version)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
First Draft (Live Version) è stato pubblicato il 6 ottobre 2023 da Controlled Creation come parte dell'album First Draft (Live Version) - Single
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AlbumFirst Draft (Live Version) - Single
Data di uscita6 ottobre 2023
EtichettaControlled Creation
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM76

PANORAMICA

TESTI

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Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Bolinski
Peter Bolinski
Songwriter
Piotr Pawel Bolinski
Piotr Pawel Bolinski
Songwriter

Testi

Somebody close that door, I can't afford a letter draft in
I'm running head first in a headwind, and here we go again
Balance, thank God for the challenge
First go, but still far from rehearsal
I've been here before, I'm certain
Except this time it's in person
Course carved out in cursive
No comp in these verses, my art is immersive
I talk with a purpose on purpose, and it's all perfect in time
The breeze blew and the wind chimed in
I seed was sewn and it proved to be a diamond
In the rough, and that's how we rose
Cause we were tired of shining, in the cut
And I'm jumping out the dirt in my cleanest shirt
Seen this in reverse, first I feast, then I eat dessert
Everything's according to the most high
I travel to the coastline and close my eyes
And still kept an open eye
Focused like the ocean tides, I'm moving with precision
I'm pacing with a patient stride, I'm posed to go the distance
The sole mission was passed down and form-fitted
I felt at home wearing it, cause the clock was inherited
I'm posted at the pyramids, recording over lay lines
108 mala beads, the pen is made of almandine
Don't write, I just channel mine
The light from the candle shine
It's blowing in the wind singing hymns like Diana died
The flow fully sanitized, it's cleaner than the whistle
That the ref called to travel with, for moving with no dribble
I mean the plane didn't hit the ground, we refuelled in mid-air
And the trees couldn't make a sound with no witness when they fell
The tipping of the scale was weighted by a strong intention
The words were scribed and verified when tearing across dimensions
Fearful thoughts were senseless, I left them in the trenches
And tonified defenses, all praise to my penmanship
The load was heavy, but never labled it a burden
I just bought a bigger whip, and made room for my bigger purposes
Plural, Michelangelo murals tatted on my temple
Architecture wasn't accidental
Drafted with a pencil, drawing upgrades to my blueprint
Dancing with potential, making synchronistic movements
Just giving you my two cents, my nuance was a nuisance
No prints in the sand, I'm with angels flying unison
Can't send that Uber in, park it by the gate
I'm mindful of intruders and respectful of my space
Descendent of a sage, but today I'm burning Palo Santo
Trudon candles burn forever over marble mantles
It's hard to handle, but the challenge was accepted
Cause the thought of giving up is one I naturally rejected
The master of the present, well gifted, unscripted
You'd think this was perfected, but I'm only running scrimmages
Worried about their images, too focused on the teams
But I'm used to running iso's, I'm not looking for a screen
I'm a product of the wind, often heard and rarely seen
Most importantly, it's felt, I welcome you to shoot the breeze
It's controlled
Written by: Peter Bolinski, Piotr Pawel Bolinski

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