Rhapsodic Global by Dope Logic (Prod. by isoTope)

Hey Mr. Professor. 'A' for effort. Make a connection with the network. Within language are patterns in the beat. Symphonic syllables, accurately, measured between Harmony. Charmed to be, if only momentarily, a character of rarity. Imperative to me as a human being. Music is my clarity allowing me to think. Dig into the deep with my Pen and a pick axe. Mind blown, big blast, my brain became ink. Inside an empty space the world is a sink. What's left of me is a sponge daring not to blink. Even peeled my eyes open, out in the wide open, I was hoping I'd believe what I'd see. (isoTope says)"What'd you see What'd you see?"
Everything I thought I would. Even more that's not understood, but I refuse to conclude should I be in the past where I stood. Instead of where I'm standing, connected and not stranded. Planted in the granite taking nothing for granted. Truly enchanted. Once I met a me who could barely even breathe. He was so full of stress that he needed relief so I told him to shut up and drink the water, all gone. Now I'm an empty cup, Watsup. I'll tell you when I've (deep breathe) had enough. There are so many times you were there for me. Never necessarily an effort of charity but you've been way more than fair to me. We've plenty more, work to be doing. Dreams need pursuing so keep the beat cruising. The day the soul of the Dance meets Movement. Cued in to atonement. Now how to use it? I know it's confusing skating on true thin. The way the systems built, really who wins. Eye of the beholder but it's truly inclusinve that some of our choices are cruelly abusive. Privy and intrusive, the man and uncle sam are watching but big brothers unruly elusive. All about big business and bad news bearers as a matter of FACTories in the industrial era. I became an agent of universal language. Begot pain and anguish in my trained translation. It came to me in a dream.
Exactly, but now my dreams have awakened. Braking my perception, concept of reflection giving me direction. For now I track every hype I might be buying into as an investment. Pick assets wisely for how I interact can be the demise of me, or the rise of the species. I will no longer act like it has to be easy but I will work harder. Master my outlook, capture the artwork. Sparks burst, from my perspective of ardor. Oh say can you see the illusion we're living in is as real as our vision is. I do what I do because you and I are limitless. When I pictured this, I was writing in my notebook. One verse, no hook. Love hurts, don't look. I always got my mind on one word. One love, only love. One, One, One yall.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Human
• Humboldt
• poetry and music
• Arcata