Buy Time ft. Hex One (Produced by Monowax)

by Wordsworth

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Side A
Prolific rhymewriter Wordsworth joins forces with German producer Monowax for this conceptual work depicting the inevitability for inner city youth to become victims of this ruthless system. Hex One, an MC from the rap duo Epidemic, also lends his talents to add the missing puzzle piece to this timeless track.

Side B
An emotional purge in rhyme form, Epidemic's Hex One pours out some of his most intimate lyrics to date, detailing the ability for music to be a therapeutic tool to relieve pain and stress.

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released November 24, 2014

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Written and performed by Wordsworth and Hex One. Produced by Monowax. Mixed by Hex One for Mic Theory Record. All rights reserved.

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Track Name: Hex One - Soul on a Paper
Hex One
Soul on a Paper
Produced by Monowax

Verse 1
I might as well just let this river dry cause yo I struggle trying to figure why
I wouldn't give a fuck whether you live or die or even cry
I know thats fucked up and sounds selfish but if I was down well
You'd probably leave me drowning on the ground helpless
I wonder how I felt this way for so long yet let it go on
My realization of it prolonged it's so strong
That I never had the grit to confront it
But now every time I see you I get sick to my stomach
I must've been bugging to think that iId destroy the shit eventually
I had to vent cause it was slowly poisoning whats left of me
It's meant to be even if love could make you evade it
Cause loyalty makes you brothers but blood just makes you related
And its sad cause I ain't even sad just pissed my lack of grip's
What keeps me in this backwards crib
The fact is this I wouldn't wanna see you in a picture frame
You're dead to me nigga lets keep the shit the same and move on

Chorus
The human soul lives on so every goodbye ain't forever
We're straightened arrows who travel like sparrows under the weather
Never learning how to deal with emotions
So the void we feel we fill them with oceans son
The human soul lives on so every goodbye ain't forever
We're straightened arrows who travel like sparrows under the weather
Never learning how to deal with emotions
So the void we feel we fill them with poison son

verse 2
I'll let this pen shed a tear for me I ain't gon' spill 'em so this ink will
Your ills emitted through a Bic's quill that shit's real
And it'll get you through your pain and strife
This fan told me that I saved his life and I was like
Yo son you mean those traits I illustrate in a poem
Within mine is what's refraining you from taking your own
He said na it was the weight in your tone it made him shake in his bones
That he's still breathing is a statement alone
Cause when that day hit his fate it was already arranged kid
But he heard a song I wrote where I was going through the same shit
He played it the pain he'd been plagued with just faded
And at that moment yo he felt sedated he made it word life
Cause when the music's real you feel it in your chest
Like rolling a blunt and filling it with sess it's a natural high
And it could take you past the actual sky
'Til you see them traps that were grabbing you just passing you by
And that's a blessing catching wreck with these moves through adolescence
On the strength becoming one with the groove to match the essence baby
I'm just a product of my crucible's choke beautiful strokes
Liberated by these musical notes my nigga

Chorus
The human soul lives on so every goodbye ain't forever
We're straightened arrows who travel like sparrows under the weather
Never learning how to deal with emotions
So the void we feel we fill them with oceans son
The human soul lives on so every goodbye ain't forever
We're straightened arrows who travel like sparrows under the weather
Never learning how to deal with emotions
So the void we feel we fill them with poison son