Daniel Rotenberg - No Redo lyrics

Verse One: Came a long way in a short time/ Look at me the wrong way, Ill contort your spine/ Let the song play, hear me scorch a rhyme/ With the pen stay sharper than a porcupine/ Borderline psycho with a tortured mind/ Bullsh** me? can't afford the time/ During war times, Ill support myself/ Grenades, guns, swords, knives/ Im a pacifist, 3/4ths of the time/ Threaten my life, its yours or mine/ Lost my Dad since they divorced at nine/ He ain't die, just left me feeling mortified/ Lost and alone, cause he barely ever phone/ My home didn't even feel like home anymore/ When we did speak, he compared it to court/ Mama worked hard, could barely afford/ Braces and school without him there to support/ But even through that I got love for him/ You're my Dad. Through the bad and good/ Hard to admit, but in my heart I know I should/ That negative energy's just holding me back/ Till I let it all go in a track, better that then smoking a pack/ Laid back blowing medical sacks till they're cashed/ Used to black out in a blind rage, till I started putting rhymes on a page/ Amazed at the way my mind races/ Just tryna find a way to say this, erase this, replace it with that/ Perfectionist every time I lace a track/ Once I put it out can't take it back, can't fix it once that vase is cracked/ Hook: Ive been broken into Pieces I need glue... but there ain't no redo/ Let this heed you: Ill do what I need to/ What I need to... cause there ain't no redo/ Cause there ain't no redo (Best believe Imma do what I need to) Cause there ain't no redo (One chance, one dream) No Redo (One shot, I won't blow mine) Cause there ain't no redo (Not a mountain I won't climb) Verse Two: Doing sh** I haven't done before/ Got this insatiable hunger for more/ Magical music, Im Dumbledore/ Ill leave your body strung up at the door/ Coming like Anakin, meaning with force/ f** your beliefs, cause on me they were forced/ But I thank you for it cause it leaded me to form/ My own, doing me, what I need you for?/ But it's cold with nobody to keep you warm/ So, all alone I keep rolling/ Normally, not so ornery/ I was born to be overlord of the microphones/ Mixing boards beats, listen to my horn beep/ No more poor me, stand on your feet/ Ignore the poor people not seeing your dream/ Scorch some weed up, whatever suits your needs/ When it comes down to it, this all within you anyway/ Without you living, who could view whats hidden?/ Really can't explain this muse Im getting but its amusing isn't it/ If you was listening, you would see clear the fuse is lit in him/ Fusing synonyms, lighting metaphors, blowing up you idioms/ Is anybody getting him?/ Prolly not, "why work so hard when you could prolly jot?" Cause to me, each speech means something/ Plus they keep growing, guess I got green thumbs/ So stopping now just ain't plausible/ Not when I feel this colossal knowing its only going to get better/ Call me Rotey, the flow shredder/ Hook (2x)