The Process of Antithesis

 

Over the beat j’attends (remix) by Hocus Pocus.

– Tel Aviv, 02.2017

Lyrics

Verse 1

Who am I?
I’m nothing, I’m no one
Not the kind of guy who if he tried could get your soul sprung
I won’t lie, I’m a singles hitter not a home run
Not the guy to catch your eye, inject you with a special high

I am not gonna fake, front and state I’m snowflake
Distinguished at the first take, I won’t make your knees shake
Won’t make your soul ache
Won’t make your heart break
No surprise, for goodness sake
I try to be a better man
But when I look into my eyes, I wonder if I ever can

I’m not a thug, player
B-boy or innovator
Not a smooth operator
Not the truth, not a creator

I’m not, nor will I ever be the person I admire
I’m not, nor will I ever reach the worth that I aspire
Distraught before, still I implore to kill the man that I abhor
But I get caught in wasted shots and battles that I never fought

I tasted more
I thought I might just
Get up off the floor
restore myself to righteous
But in this existential crisis
I’m spineless and so I spite this
consequential stench that drenches potential niceness

I sometimes talk a lot, construct a myth of who I am
Knowing I could never be a fifth of I what I planned
I say I stand for this and that
And never would I turn my back
On principles indivisible, but I know all the strength I lack

Truth be told it’s pitiful
It’s the process of antithesis

Chorus
So get with this or get dismissed cause I insist that innocence in every sense is ignorance

The process of antithesis

The synthesis of dissonance and diligence and you persist toward every inch
like you were known as Sisyphus.

Verse 2

Who am I?

I’m not an island
I like to think I’m special, think that I could take the highland
The high road, the right code
make is as my own man
Pull myself from quicksand,
create fate with my own hands

I’m not a cool customer, tall dark and always sure
‘cause I can flip my lid at times whenever I feel insecure
I’ve tried this and that, I’ve been to hell and back
I say this time is different, ‘cause I flipped up on a different track

I know self-doubt, self-fulfilling prophecies
The sell-out, existential self-killing atrocities
I’m at a loss to see the costly animosity
And honestly I can’t recall who at all is the boss of me

Heretofore, you can’t ignore
The apogee of apathy
But actually, I’m happily
Feeling the weight of gravity

Not a lover, not a fighter
Not yet an accomplished writer
I guess that I’m something triter
Not  alive, not yet deceased
There’s a drive, but I’ve not yet reached
To arrive at what I preach
So I strive and I beseech

To each his own
On a microphone
I impeach that I have grown
Into a leech, but it is known
That what you reap is what you’ve sown.
So I atone for the tone that I have shown
To unleash in what I teach
Within this speech that I disown.

I know I get remiss with this,
But it’s the process of antithesis.

(Chorus)
So get with this or get dismissed cause I insist that innocence in every sense is ignorance

The process of antithesis

The synthesis of dissonance and diligence and you persist toward every inch
like you were known as Sisyphus.

The process of antithesis

Verse 3

Who I am?
If I answer this, I’m cancerous
crammed like cannabis,
With A centigram of malignant cysts.

But I insist, I am not a product finished
I deconstruct and diminished
The fucked up that I’m bewitched with.

And my existence
in every sense is persistence
relentless in every instance
dead set in my resistance

And you can doubt it
But I know that I’m about
So I stand stout, let it out
Hear me when I fucking shout

I am not the man that you knew
4 days before
And that for sure
is my true essence at its core

I know it sounds ridiculous
But it’s the process of antithesis

Chorus

So get with this or get dismissed cause I insist that innocence in every sense is ignorance

The process of antithesis

The synthesis of dissonance and diligence and you persist toward every inch
like you were known as Sisyphus.

The process of antithesis