Songtext zu 'Over The Influence' von Sev Statik

Freestyle and pass 3x so the cypher will last (2bars)
Freestyle and pass so the cypher will last blast these cats
Spittin' all day off the head witta
Mass amount of words spontaneous thought to cover topics
Droppin' metaphors and similies in battle mode or concious
I got it bad for the mic takes not a bag for me to write
I jot mind spurts for wordplay so the word is brought to new heights
Without sparkin' a el unless l stands for loss then oh well...
All hell will break loose so i can serve that part of the alphabet
And i'll bet you couldn't excersize dopeness to make one pour sweat
I'll pour a thick rich logger for you poor souls who get hot and bothers
When weed is not my subject - why subject myself to that altered state of time
I don't belive that lie that it frees your mind.. more like freezes your mind
So brainwaves can't rise
I don't smoke dope i stay dope and smoke mc's to get high
Rhymes is like my addiction i love hip-hop music
I stay in the word to be over the influence

I open up minds once closed with flows that dominate
And shape the vision and thought of a vision gone mad
Sssspell out my dreams.. define what i've seen
And release a wealth of wisdom to those who never had
I've peeped those video shows with cats that straight front
And they aint gottta clue about how the industry really works
So i self search to ensure i hold what it takes
And relate to the heards of heads who be sending out them demo tapes
So my word is bond and it stays secure for sure
I aint tainted goods and i aint a buck pure
What drives me is my 2 seeds who need things to live
I've taken time out to raise my kids and give back to the source
Of all things made - made in his likeness
To enlighten us earth worms - to ensure we aint recitin'
Wack lyrics - livin' what we speak cuz we choose it
I'm - under control and over the influence.

I'm from the _ capital new york state where heads love to hate
Instead of give props they all out for the take
Well.. i shouldn't say all but it's not far fetched
When i sketch a 360 it turns into a big mess
They look fresh - they spit text
They even got a lil' flow that be on some next
But none the less it's - unimpressive
If intentions aint to uplift the session
I'm guessin' by most of what they spit they thug or
Gang affiliated - slangin' them drugs
Does it concern me on how the next man will feed his family
Nah not really, but when it comes to this mic you handing me
I'm deep stuck on emotions pushing full throttle -
You aint gotta be a concious emcee just role model at times
In your ryhmes - young minds need meat in they flows
But not beef to grow - we each need to show some discression
When meshin' thoughts - words and some ink a mixture
Of what we think displayed in a verbal picture
So while you have a pen and pad remember to use it
Wisely - some aint over the influence...