This got me through working panout at the Stop&shop bakery. Heavily lifting of unsound boxes that sometimes fall on you, no space, disorganized, having to stay late almost every shift. Was working 6 days a week, two jobs and it sucked. This, Final Boss by Doomtree, and Moral of the Story by Watsky kept me pushing to get done what needed to get done
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I didn't know that. Dessa definitely deserves more exposure. As much as I know she loves Doomtree, I feel like she would be so much bigger if she were on Rhymesayers. I think she would really appeal to the Aesop, Brother Ali, and Slug fans (and probably a bit less so the fans brought in by DOOM). Doomtree doesn't really do much for getting her exposure, since she damn well might be the biggest artist on the label.
Lyrics: Swimming in a snifter Pretty as a picture Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch You can name, you can keep her But take care when you feed her You never can take the fight out the fish Chomping at the drill bit Never one to still sit You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets Around here we don't like talk of big dreams To stand out is a pride, a conceit To aim high is to make waves to split seams But that's not what it seems like to me Cause I wanna try I wanna risk And I don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permission Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in em Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art I didn't come looking for love I didn't come to pick a fight I didn't come to wave or take pictures Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger Won't extend my wings to be clipped I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped If none of us go for the bell, then who is? My mother says I've loved too many men But I took and left something in every single bed The rook can look left, right-just turns his head But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid Gender, genre, guess I'm on one Bent both Just the constructs of the old world Gone broke Women, children let me tell you I've been both And it's a myth we all swim for the life boats I didn't come looking for love I didn't come looking for a fight I come here every night to work And you can grab an axe, man Or you can step aside Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art Self taught, self made, bet, self styled Self saw, self came, self took island of converts To conquer is old school We marching in Converse Just armed with our own tools While my knees still flex While my joints hold steady Mind sharp, spine straight Chucks laced ready I travel by kite, travel light At touchdown I swallowed the dice I make my own luck now Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark Its own shadow in the dark
Lyrics [Verse 1] Swimming in a snifter Pretty as a picture Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch You can name, you can keep her But take care when you feed her You never can take the fight out the fish Chomping at the drill bit Never one to still sit You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets Around here we don't like talk of big dreams To stand out is a pride, a conceit To aim high is to make waves to split seams But that's not what it seems like to me Cause I wanna try I wanna risk And I don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permission Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in em [Chorus] Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art [Verse 2] I didn't come looking for love I didn't come to pick a fight I didn't come to wave or take pictures Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger Won't extend my wings to be clipped I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped If none of us go for the bell, then who is? My mother says I've loved too many men But I took and left something in every single bed The rook can look left, right-just turns his head But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid Gender, genre, guess I'm on one Bent both Just the constructs of the old world Gone broke Women, children let me tell you I've been both And it's a myth we all swim for the life boats I didn't come looking for love I didn't come looking for a fight I come here every night to work And you can grab an axe, man Or you can step aside [Chorus] Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art [Verse 3] Self taught, self made, bet, self styled Self saw, self came, self took island of converts To conquer is old school We marching in Converse Just armed with our own tools While my knees still flex While my joints hold steady Mind sharp, spine straight Chucks laced ready I travel by kite, travel light At touchdown I swallowed the dice I make my own luck now [Outro] Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark Its own shadow in the dark
Swimming in a snifter Pretty as a picture Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch You can name, you can keep her But take care when you feed her You never can take the fight out the fish Chomping at the drill bit Never one to still sit You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets Around here we don't like talk of big dreams To stand out is a pride, a conceit To aim high is to make waves to split seams But that's not what it seems like to me Cause I wanna try I wanna risk And i don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permissions Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in them Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark Its always hanging there over its shadow Safe from battle, waste of arch- Er's time and trouble Waste of effort, waste of parts If you don't aim for the center its a waste of the art I didn't come looking for love I didn't come to pick a fight I didn't come to wave or take pictures Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger Won't extend my wings to be clipped I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped If never none of us go for the belt who wins My mother says I've loved too many men But I took and left something in every single bed The rook can look left, right-just turns his head But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid Gender, genre, guess I'm on one Both the constructs Just the constructs Of the old word Gone broke Women, children let me tell you, I've been both And Its a myth we all swim for the life boats I didn't come looking for love I didn't come looking for a fight I come here every night to work And you can pick an ax up, man Or you can step aside Chorus Self taught, self made, bet, self styled Self saw, self came, self took island of converts To conquer is old school We march in Converse Own tools My joints hold steady Chucks laced ready I travel by kite, travel light Touchdown I swallowed the dice I make my own luck now Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark
I love Dessa she deserves way more attention tbh
I love the reference to Zeno's arrow. It's a good metaphor for being in stasis.
Recommend working out to this 💪
This got me through working panout at the Stop&shop bakery. Heavily lifting of unsound boxes that sometimes fall on you, no space, disorganized, having to stay late almost every shift. Was working 6 days a week, two jobs and it sucked. This, Final Boss by Doomtree, and Moral of the Story by Watsky kept me pushing to get done what needed to get done
I love this beat. Her flow compliments it perfectly.
Still one of my favorite Dessa songs.
Dessa absolutely slays! one of my favorite artists out there
This is still on of my favorites, it so amazing!
An embodiment of the god of Victory: Nike.
Awesome
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I didn't know that. Dessa definitely deserves more exposure. As much as I know she loves Doomtree, I feel like she would be so much bigger if she were on Rhymesayers. I think she would really appeal to the Aesop, Brother Ali, and Slug fans (and probably a bit less so the fans brought in by DOOM). Doomtree doesn't really do much for getting her exposure, since she damn well might be the biggest artist on the label.
Ian M well I know I have accidentally responded to myself on this song specifically lol
a fucking bop
Lyrics:
Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
You can name, you can keep her
But take care when you feed her
You never can take the fight out the fish
Chomping at the drill bit
Never one to still sit
You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips
Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
To stand out is a pride, a conceit
To aim high is to make waves to split seams
But that's not what it seems like to me
Cause I wanna try I wanna risk
And I don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss
I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permission
Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in em
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er's time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come to pick a fight
I didn't come to wave or take pictures
Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
Won't extend my wings to be clipped
I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped
If none of us go for the bell, then who is?
My mother says I've loved too many men
But I took and left something in every single bed
The rook can look left, right-just turns his head
But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid
Gender, genre, guess I'm on one
Bent both
Just the constructs of the old world
Gone broke
Women, children let me tell you
I've been both
And it's a myth we all swim for the life boats
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can grab an axe, man
Or you can step aside
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er's time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art
Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We marching in Converse
Just armed with our own tools
While my knees still flex
While my joints hold steady
Mind sharp, spine straight
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel light
At touchdown
I swallowed the dice
I make my own luck now
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark
Its own shadow in the dark
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
You can name, you can keep her
But take care when you feed her
You never can take the fight out the fish
Chomping at the drill bit
Never one to still sit
You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips
Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
To stand out is a pride, a conceit
To aim high is to make waves to split seams
But that's not what it seems like to me
Cause I wanna try I wanna risk
And I don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss
I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permission
Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in em
[Chorus]
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er's time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art
[Verse 2]
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come to pick a fight
I didn't come to wave or take pictures
Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
Won't extend my wings to be clipped
I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped
If none of us go for the bell, then who is?
My mother says I've loved too many men
But I took and left something in every single bed
The rook can look left, right-just turns his head
But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid
Gender, genre, guess I'm on one
Bent both
Just the constructs of the old world
Gone broke
Women, children let me tell you
I've been both
And it's a myth we all swim for the life boats
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can grab an axe, man
Or you can step aside
[Chorus]
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er's time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don't aim for the center it's a waste of the art
[Verse 3]
Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We marching in Converse
Just armed with our own tools
While my knees still flex
While my joints hold steady
Mind sharp, spine straight
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel light
At touchdown
I swallowed the dice
I make my own luck now
[Outro]
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging there over its own shadow in the dark
Its own shadow in the dark
Swimming in a snifter
Pretty as a picture
Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch
You can name, you can keep her
But take care when you feed her
You never can take the fight out the fish
Chomping at the drill bit
Never one to still sit
You can test my metal with a magnet and some tin snips
Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm riding instinct and Ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
To stand out is a pride, a conceit
To aim high is to make waves to split seams
But that's not what it seems like to me
Cause I wanna try I wanna risk
And i don't wanna walk, rather swing and miss
I'm not above apologies but I don't ask permissions
Got a lot of imperfections but I don't count my ambition in them
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
Its always hanging there over its shadow
Safe from battle, waste of arch-
Er's time and trouble
Waste of effort, waste of parts
If you don't aim for the center its a waste of the art
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come to pick a fight
I didn't come to wave or take pictures
Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger
Won't extend my wings to be clipped
I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit
If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped
If never none of us go for the belt who wins
My mother says I've loved too many men
But I took and left something in every single bed
The rook can look left, right-just turns his head
But the knight might rise up, investigate the grid
Gender, genre, guess I'm on one
Both the constructs
Just the constructs
Of the old word
Gone broke
Women, children let me tell you, I've been both
And Its a myth we all swim for the life boats
I didn't come looking for love
I didn't come looking for a fight
I come here every night to work
And you can pick an ax up, man
Or you can step aside
Chorus
Self taught, self made, bet, self styled
Self saw, self came, self took island of converts
To conquer is old school
We march in Converse
Own tools
My joints hold steady
Chucks laced ready
I travel by kite, travel light
Touchdown
I swallowed the dice
I make my own luck now
Zeno's Arrow never hits the mark
It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark
It's always hanging with its own shadow in the dark