Draw The Map

by ONE OZ

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"I reached the higher plains and realised, there was nothing there..."

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released June 27, 2014

Lyrics Written and Performed by: One OZ
All Beats Produced by: Sean EL
Mixed and Mastered by: One OZ

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ONE OZ Edinburgh, UK

Underground Hip Hop lyricist based in Scotland, U.K I've worked with: Blaq Po, Ruste Juxx, Micall Parknsun, Leafdog, Jaeger, GG Peney, Sean EL, Own Dialect, C-Drill, Jay Gastby, Cavern Dwellers, and more...

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Track Name: Nothing There (Prod.Sean EL)
I don't care anymore,
Fuck the plays and the score.
Drops on the windowpane it never rains but it pours...
My brain strained by the painstaking tasks it performs:
Forming storms in the dawns warmth to reap what weve sown,
Let the cold rain tame the newborns of the cornfields.
Riding on a track like an old train on worn wheels.
The picture flickers,
Film reals turned by cold steel,
Folding the letter i hold it closed with the gold seal.
There's no real, stop trying to recognise it.
Open up your eyes and stare beyond the horizon,
We grip mics and sing songs of defience,
In this web of lies spun by tongue of the pythons,
RunninG for your life up the hill to the cliffs edge...
One way out,
Mislead to a quick death,
I don't know which breath will be my last,
Or how many years I've got left to roam this land.
But, the way i understand it,
It doesnt really matter,
There's just a bucket and a mop at the top of the ladder,
And everyone below you trying to bite at your ankles,
we all get cancelled it doesnt matter how you work the angles...

I reached the higher plains and realised there was nothing there,
Opened my third eye and let the words cut the air,
Tearing straight through the space time continuum.
Lightyears ahead of these sheep and there opinion's

Through the trees leaves I breathe equilibrium,
Studying mistakes in your curriculum,
Go pick apart your similies and synonyms and toss them into gracious hands,
That await the hillwalkers of this ancient land,
Understanding illustration of avian nature,
As my shadow stretches out over this empty crater,
Standing inbetween the pencil and the paper,
Where i rub my face up and down the cheese grater.
To the flavor of a thousand paper cuts,
Drowning in the rabble of an effervescent pool of mud.
Where the dirt lays waste to the gold, and everything's for sale
For the price of your soul...

I reached the higher plains and realised there was nothing there,
Opened my third eye and let the words cut the air,
Tearing straight through the space time continuum.
Lightyears ahead of these sheep and there opinion's