Yardbird
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π ID: 9499403
π Lyrics
Himalayan Mountain Life
Taniguchi Buson
Focus
Focus
This nagging regret is now my sparring partner
Diesel
Grand
Moment of silence
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I took these lay-ups
Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
Focused now for when the hunger pangs
Are telling me I'm flesh and blood
And no greater than those around me
Focused in for when the verse becomes a desert plain
Drifting, all-consuming plus overwhelming
Focused now for when the truth will out
And I become a waterfall of proof that I can only drown in
I'm drilling deep until I come to terms that I'm a salt grain
Amongst them Coltranes and Buddy Boldens
Reaching this base line
Shedding skins, layer after layer 'til I find my core
Purposefully destroying to rebuild
'til I can answer with an open promise what I'm fighting for
The way I think is labyrinthine
I'm wading into pools of deep thought until my soul is soaking
Until my soiled palms, lungs, and heart are rinsed clean
Until this oak and cedar cross bared upon my shoulder's broken
So now you catch me thriving
But only in the present moment
Up to now was coping
I lift this burden clean off my arm and chest
Like an Arnold press
And turn these words and music into fists of Logan
Moment of silence
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I hit these lay-ups
Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
See
This world you walk in is mine
Them words you're speaking I own
I keep receipts on what is loaned and leased and how much I'm owed
There is a code and best believe that I will reap what is sown
The difference between me and those
Is how I stays unique with the tone
Like it's the curve upon the face of Mona Lisa's cheek bone
And I will not condone
Any further use of this throne
I work my powers like Medusa then reduce 'em to stone
Fabrics ironed from a finer cloth
Hailing from the lands of Maid Marians and Friar Tucks
Merlin of Sherwood, serving 'em spells
And permeating any surface up with permanent shells I'm Diesel
League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul
These vowels forged like Night Blades in ValhΓΆll
I wheel this Faber-Castell like it's a scalpel
And disembowel your X Pro Tools with Gothics in italics
The pen is mightier than sword
Plus the tongue of soul
I leave my DNA inside these ink blotches
Rorschach masks
I serve 'em up with recipes
And methods for the storms I'm cooking beyond them cinematics
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I hit them lay-ups
Moving through these scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
Diesel
Taniguchi Buson
Focus
Focus
This nagging regret is now my sparring partner
Diesel
Grand
Moment of silence
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I took these lay-ups
Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
Focused now for when the hunger pangs
Are telling me I'm flesh and blood
And no greater than those around me
Focused in for when the verse becomes a desert plain
Drifting, all-consuming plus overwhelming
Focused now for when the truth will out
And I become a waterfall of proof that I can only drown in
I'm drilling deep until I come to terms that I'm a salt grain
Amongst them Coltranes and Buddy Boldens
Reaching this base line
Shedding skins, layer after layer 'til I find my core
Purposefully destroying to rebuild
'til I can answer with an open promise what I'm fighting for
The way I think is labyrinthine
I'm wading into pools of deep thought until my soul is soaking
Until my soiled palms, lungs, and heart are rinsed clean
Until this oak and cedar cross bared upon my shoulder's broken
So now you catch me thriving
But only in the present moment
Up to now was coping
I lift this burden clean off my arm and chest
Like an Arnold press
And turn these words and music into fists of Logan
Moment of silence
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I hit these lay-ups
Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
See
This world you walk in is mine
Them words you're speaking I own
I keep receipts on what is loaned and leased and how much I'm owed
There is a code and best believe that I will reap what is sown
The difference between me and those
Is how I stays unique with the tone
Like it's the curve upon the face of Mona Lisa's cheek bone
And I will not condone
Any further use of this throne
I work my powers like Medusa then reduce 'em to stone
Fabrics ironed from a finer cloth
Hailing from the lands of Maid Marians and Friar Tucks
Merlin of Sherwood, serving 'em spells
And permeating any surface up with permanent shells I'm Diesel
League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul
These vowels forged like Night Blades in ValhΓΆll
I wheel this Faber-Castell like it's a scalpel
And disembowel your X Pro Tools with Gothics in italics
The pen is mightier than sword
Plus the tongue of soul
I leave my DNA inside these ink blotches
Rorschach masks
I serve 'em up with recipes
And methods for the storms I'm cooking beyond them cinematics
Let me find my purpose
Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
Conscience calling, it's high time I hit them lay-ups
Moving through these scales like I'm Yardbird
Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
Diesel
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.13] Himalayan Mountain Life
[00:04.91] Taniguchi Buson
[00:08.03] Focus
[00:11.20] Focus
[00:15.38] This nagging regret is now my sparring partner
[00:19.86] Diesel
[00:22.94] Grand
[00:24.21] Moment of silence
[00:25.25] Let me find my purpose
[00:26.51] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[00:29.48] Conscience calling, it's high time I took these lay-ups
[00:32.07] Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
[00:35.19] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[00:38.24] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[00:40.99] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[00:43.52] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[00:47.45] Focused now for when the hunger pangs
[00:49.26] Are telling me I'm flesh and blood
[00:50.81] And no greater than those around me
[00:53.65] Focused in for when the verse becomes a desert plain
[00:55.86] Drifting, all-consuming plus overwhelming
[00:59.13] Focused now for when the truth will out
[01:00.98] And I become a waterfall of proof that I can only drown in
[01:04.35] I'm drilling deep until I come to terms that I'm a salt grain
[01:07.79] Amongst them Coltranes and Buddy Boldens
[01:11.13] Reaching this base line
[01:12.45] Shedding skins, layer after layer 'til I find my core
[01:15.88] Purposefully destroying to rebuild
[01:18.15] 'Til I can answer with an open promise what I'm fighting for
[01:22.03] The way I think is labyrinthine
[01:23.93] I'm wading into pools of deep thought until my soul is soaking
[01:27.28] Until my soiled palms, lungs, and heart are rinsed clean
[01:29.95] Until this oak and cedar cross bared upon my shoulder's broken
[01:34.06] So now you catch me thriving
[01:35.98] But only in the present moment
[01:37.42] Up to now was coping
[01:38.71] I lift this burden clean off my arm and chest
[01:41.12] Like an Arnold press
[01:41.95] And turn these words and music into fists of Logan
[01:45.07] Moment of silence
[01:46.02] Let me find my purpose
[01:47.63] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[01:50.23] Conscience calling, it's high time I hit these lay-ups
[01:53.11] Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
[01:55.97] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[01:59.03] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[02:01.73] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[02:04.53] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[02:07.68] See
[02:09.05] This world you walk in is mine
[02:10.70] Them words you're speaking I own
[02:12.14] I keep receipts on what is loaned and leased and how much I'm owed
[02:14.79] There is a code and best believe that I will reap what is sown
[02:17.97] The difference between me and those
[02:19.79] Is how I stays unique with the tone
[02:21.38] Like it's the curve upon the face of Mona Lisa's cheek bone
[02:24.21] And I will not condone
[02:25.54] Any further use of this throne
[02:27.18] I work my powers like Medusa then reduce 'em to stone
[02:31.07] Fabrics ironed from a finer cloth
[02:33.47] Hailing from the lands of Maid Marians and Friar Tucks
[02:36.51] Merlin of Sherwood, serving 'em spells
[02:38.94] And permeating any surface up with permanent shells I'm Diesel
[02:42.83] League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul
[02:45.27] These vowels forged like Night Blades in ValhΓΆll
[02:48.01] I wheel this Faber-Castell like it's a scalpel
[02:50.65] And disembowel your X Pro Tools with Gothics in italics
[02:54.59] The pen is mightier than sword
[02:56.44] Plus the tongue of soul
[02:57.30] I leave my DNA inside these ink blotches
[02:59.85] Rorschach masks
[03:00.87] I serve 'em up with recipes
[03:02.41] And methods for the storms I'm cooking beyond them cinematics
[03:06.88] Let me find my purpose
[03:08.47] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[03:11.40] Conscience calling, it's high time I hit them lay-ups
[03:13.92] Moving through these scales like I'm Yardbird
[03:17.11] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[03:19.72] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[03:22.90] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[03:25.76] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[03:27.82] Diesel
[04:04.24]
[00:04.91] Taniguchi Buson
[00:08.03] Focus
[00:11.20] Focus
[00:15.38] This nagging regret is now my sparring partner
[00:19.86] Diesel
[00:22.94] Grand
[00:24.21] Moment of silence
[00:25.25] Let me find my purpose
[00:26.51] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[00:29.48] Conscience calling, it's high time I took these lay-ups
[00:32.07] Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
[00:35.19] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[00:38.24] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[00:40.99] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[00:43.52] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[00:47.45] Focused now for when the hunger pangs
[00:49.26] Are telling me I'm flesh and blood
[00:50.81] And no greater than those around me
[00:53.65] Focused in for when the verse becomes a desert plain
[00:55.86] Drifting, all-consuming plus overwhelming
[00:59.13] Focused now for when the truth will out
[01:00.98] And I become a waterfall of proof that I can only drown in
[01:04.35] I'm drilling deep until I come to terms that I'm a salt grain
[01:07.79] Amongst them Coltranes and Buddy Boldens
[01:11.13] Reaching this base line
[01:12.45] Shedding skins, layer after layer 'til I find my core
[01:15.88] Purposefully destroying to rebuild
[01:18.15] 'Til I can answer with an open promise what I'm fighting for
[01:22.03] The way I think is labyrinthine
[01:23.93] I'm wading into pools of deep thought until my soul is soaking
[01:27.28] Until my soiled palms, lungs, and heart are rinsed clean
[01:29.95] Until this oak and cedar cross bared upon my shoulder's broken
[01:34.06] So now you catch me thriving
[01:35.98] But only in the present moment
[01:37.42] Up to now was coping
[01:38.71] I lift this burden clean off my arm and chest
[01:41.12] Like an Arnold press
[01:41.95] And turn these words and music into fists of Logan
[01:45.07] Moment of silence
[01:46.02] Let me find my purpose
[01:47.63] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[01:50.23] Conscience calling, it's high time I hit these lay-ups
[01:53.11] Moving through them scales like I'm Yardbird
[01:55.97] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[01:59.03] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[02:01.73] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[02:04.53] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[02:07.68] See
[02:09.05] This world you walk in is mine
[02:10.70] Them words you're speaking I own
[02:12.14] I keep receipts on what is loaned and leased and how much I'm owed
[02:14.79] There is a code and best believe that I will reap what is sown
[02:17.97] The difference between me and those
[02:19.79] Is how I stays unique with the tone
[02:21.38] Like it's the curve upon the face of Mona Lisa's cheek bone
[02:24.21] And I will not condone
[02:25.54] Any further use of this throne
[02:27.18] I work my powers like Medusa then reduce 'em to stone
[02:31.07] Fabrics ironed from a finer cloth
[02:33.47] Hailing from the lands of Maid Marians and Friar Tucks
[02:36.51] Merlin of Sherwood, serving 'em spells
[02:38.94] And permeating any surface up with permanent shells I'm Diesel
[02:42.83] League of Assassins, Ra's al Ghul
[02:45.27] These vowels forged like Night Blades in ValhΓΆll
[02:48.01] I wheel this Faber-Castell like it's a scalpel
[02:50.65] And disembowel your X Pro Tools with Gothics in italics
[02:54.59] The pen is mightier than sword
[02:56.44] Plus the tongue of soul
[02:57.30] I leave my DNA inside these ink blotches
[02:59.85] Rorschach masks
[03:00.87] I serve 'em up with recipes
[03:02.41] And methods for the storms I'm cooking beyond them cinematics
[03:06.88] Let me find my purpose
[03:08.47] Put my forehead to this mirror 'til I'm eye to eye
[03:11.40] Conscience calling, it's high time I hit them lay-ups
[03:13.92] Moving through these scales like I'm Yardbird
[03:17.11] Stripping clean of all close ties and world possessions
[03:19.72] Cutting free from all constructs and false beliefs
[03:22.90] Focusing on how I tread, cus that's my only weapon
[03:25.76] From this woodshed it's like I'm Yardbird
[03:27.82] Diesel
[04:04.24]