Patterns - sans, Ohtoro

First off there’s nothing wrong with those spitting a basic pattern

I know the sixteenth note shoguns who still remain assassins

Rapping is simple and complexity can kill the magic

Better to make it accessible than to fill the pad up

But a popular way is to fill up the page (hey, hey)

So many rappers with more of the same, triplet-triplet-wait

If rhythm is color then this is a different paint, but is it the same

If everyone uses a limited shade and follows a similar way

This style it reminds me of the sizzurp

Or thizzin while I’m cutting up a rug just like a scissor

I blame Snoop or maybe the rappers that’s cool as blizzards

For convincing kids to make a parody of words

This last one is a mixture, might be a fixture

Like old Eminem still sipping the elixir: flipping and dipping the rhythm with

tongue calisthenics

And if you can’t keep up then I think you need to practice, syllables and adlibs

Cause Busta instructed us to break a neck to this rap shit, slave to the

patterns

We waste the time we have

We live we die

PATTERNS

You lose your sanity

You win you try

PATTERNS

They tax the salary

They take what’s mine

PATTERNS

I am no casualty

I take my time

5'8″, 150, Honolulu I run city

Run for mayor might do it later, but for now my tongue giddy

The pattern of man is to live and to die

Lucky I’m no longer wondering why

I been inspired by teaching and making

You want to be great then just study the ancients

No paycheck to paycheck-live cover to cover

Epictetus, Aurelius, Seneca brother

I’m reading and living with patience

They talk about being the greatest

I tell them to get on a waitlist

Cause the strong do what we will

While the weak do what is fated

Explode rather than fade this mirage becoming oasis

Music is life suspended in time trapped between all the bass hits

We are just constituent parts nothing more than particulate matter

The lifeform is only a pattern

We waste the time we have

We live we die

PATTERNS

You lose your sanity

You win you try

PATTERNS

They tax the salary

They take what’s mine

PATTERNS

I am no casualty

I take my time