Paradigm - Optical (prod. Weaver Beats)

JOIN MY DISCORD➤http://bit.ly/2Eu5JYs WATCH MY TUTORIALS➤http://youtube.com/weaverbeats New jazzy piano styled hip hop song by paradigm and I. Based out of Honolulu, Hawaii. Follow paradigm on soundcloud if you haven't he's talented and underrated!! @paradigmxhi YOUTUBE ➤https://youtu.be/RPvuu_Ltwbk SPOTIFY ➤http://spoti.fi/2ugmq2Z ITUNES➤http://apple.co/2whC8wz FOLLOW WEAVER BEATS ➤ FACEBOOK - http://facebook.com/weaverbeats YOUTUBE - http://youtube.com/weaverbeats PATREON - http://patreon.com/weaverbeats TWITTER - http://twitter.com/weaverbeats SPOTIFY - http://spoti.fi/2veznz1 DISCORD - http://bit.ly/2Eu5JYs TWITCH - http://twitch.tv/weaverbeats REDDIT - http://reddit.com/r/weaverbeats MERCH - http://bit.ly/2CoasO5 BEATS - http://bit.ly/2qe8KZA CREDITS➤ MASTERING - http://bloom-audio.com LYRICS : Swear to God if I have another catastrophy/ You'll see my brain matter scatter straight across the galaxy/ Take that as metaphor you analytic fuckers/ With your noses always sniffing others supper, its disgusting/ Take that as a joke Cause no one gives a shit/ I'm moving up the latter at a pace Im never satisfied with/ Im trynna chizzle out my pieces bit more adequate/ My standards hit the roof Like all these stanzas Living proof I practice accuracy/ Actually, I'm actively adding up different patterns/ Increasing my lack of stamina, never came with a hand book/ Pan out the damn vocals Gash with a slash zoro/ Stand up with your chest expanded Keep your damn focus/ I'm a wound exposed and open I ignore it, closed the door/ I feel myself been restoring itself in order/ Im playing the chords of life Sort of orchestrating and orchestra/ Stuck a fork in the norm, Forming formulas Out of former stuff/ [Verse 2] I flip writtens like vynal over a beat/ Leave uhm buried beneath deceased, found the pieces to form the peace/ But assembling bits and fragments to fit it is time consuming/ The flower is blooming, and soon to be hitting the roof/ I been spittin the truth But most of you sit there confused/ Got a couple though that relate when I speak upon certain issues/ I'm kicking that out the window for now, or using ju jitsu/ I'm using this time specifically spittin shit off the mental/ I've written em in my solitude cooped In a booth or bedroom/ In tuned with an instrumentals, Infused and glued to a pen/ Just a vision straight out my optical often without a lens/ Or a place to store what I see is in store for me In the end/ Im ascending And lengthening up my senses/ And sentences, separating the definite from deafening deficit/ They're extending in measurement Bout that time I received some credit/ I'll never whither to pressure, I'll always push up against it/