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Empirik - No Other Way (feat. Hazzardd) Lyrics




You think it's a game that I picked up last week
This notepad I hold to my heart is not meek
Before it, expression was nothing but silence
Sitting in dark rooms, thinking of violence
Voicing my thoughts to the mirror came first
I bought a first mic and with that came the thirst
The power that surges, when I spit these verses
Gets rid of all curses, denies and reverses
Gives me a purpose, yet I am so nervous
There's always that surface, you cannot break from
Doomed to eternity smoking a bong
That is not the future I want for this passion
It takes loads of traction to make a mere fraction
Of that which you aim to achieve in the world
So you'll have to settle for leaving it curled
I've made it thus far by myself, it's enough
It's time for dream-chasing and living it rough
The effort you put in results in what's due
You won't pleasure life if you can't even screw
There are always moments when even I doubt
This process is loud, and has no set route
Sometimes there are droughts, and that makes me worry
Makes me have questions like "will I be worthy?"
My mind has concluded I have all I need
The roots of my tree can support any lane
I heal by myself, as much as I bleed
And rise from the ashes, no matter the pain

Write my own raps to combat my demons
Whatever the weather, whatever the season
In a world of darkness, the page is a beacon
In a locked prison but I give the freedom
Yeah, that's when I need you
I need the raps so I don't need to seizure
Songs upon songs trynna work something out
Bongs upon bongs, it's getting rough now
See my idols succeed
Really the end is nigh
Scrolling down on my feed
Really can I be that guy?
Making people proud is my only ambition
Getting your love is too much of a mission
So I go back to the board, take down my opposition
His name is Lord Philos and he lives in my condition
When it's all over, put the pen down
When I get to hold her, yeah, no frown
Question my identity I murder the beat
Questioning my sanity I care for a tweet
Pick up the pen cause I feel like a treat
So obsolete, yeah so obsolete
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You think it's a game that I picked up last week
This notepad I hold to my heart is not meek
Before it, expression was nothing but silence
Sitting in dark rooms, thinking of violence
Voicing my thoughts to the mirror came first
I bought a first mic and with that came the thirst
The power that surges, when I spit these verses
Gets rid of all curses, denies and reverses
Gives me a purpose, yet I am so nervous
There's always that surface, you cannot break from
Doomed to eternity smoking a bong
That is not the future I want for this passion
It takes loads of traction to make a mere fraction
Of that which you aim to achieve in the world
So you'll have to settle for leaving it curled
I've made it thus far by myself, it's enough
It's time for dream-chasing and living it rough
The effort you put in results in what's due
You won't pleasure life if you can't even screw
There are always moments when even I doubt
This process is loud, and has no set route
Sometimes there are droughts, and that makes me worry
Makes me have questions like "will I be worthy?"
My mind has concluded I have all I need
The roots of my tree can support any lane
I heal by myself, as much as I bleed
And rise from the ashes, no matter the pain

Write my own raps to combat my demons
Whatever the weather, whatever the season
In a world of darkness, the page is a beacon
In a locked prison but I give the freedom
Yeah, that's when I need you
I need the raps so I don't need to seizure
Songs upon songs trynna work something out
Bongs upon bongs, it's getting rough now
See my idols succeed
Really the end is nigh
Scrolling down on my feed
Really can I be that guy?
Making people proud is my only ambition
Getting your love is too much of a mission
So I go back to the board, take down my opposition
His name is Lord Philos and he lives in my condition
When it's all over, put the pen down
When I get to hold her, yeah, no frown
Question my identity I murder the beat
Questioning my sanity I care for a tweet
Pick up the pen cause I feel like a treat
So obsolete, yeah so obsolete
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Writer: Athanasios Papapostolou, Harry Atteshlis
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