History (original lyrics over mos def instrumental)

something completely different trying out writing to beats rather than guitar stuff and this is what came out lyrics: history fuck history im victory spitting so hard that people wish that they could be like me empowered by the shower of words that fill the higher echolons of my mind and yet its hard to find words enough to be concise and clear enough to still be liked try to speak what i find before i overstep the line spit lines and drink wine twist words and there mine best check your timeline cos im lethal like swine here to make the final climb steal hearts and break minds its all about the design fires on heats fine burning through the atmosphere like tiger woods theres no fear check the streets coasts clear void to be filled the voice is here so watch the clocks check the time past is past the futures mine i try not to feel the need to spit words of fear and greed but to cut my tongue open my mouth and just let it bleed freedom of speech is a beautiful thing entitled to flee the streets and spread my wings only to return in year or three a brand new man the kind you never thought youd see with a flow so deep that not even the sea can controls the waves i spark belief dont even have to try when i can simply let it be am i the phantom spitting the lines in cult albums the power behind the words im the one that found them the one that stopped staring and sat down to write them it took you all a while but now you start to hype them but look into my past with a fear finishing last sick of hearing laughs and they always leave scars so i started spitting bars on shooting stars praying that something would come along and save me at last but it never did i was just another kid with a dad who walked out as if he didnt give a shit with a anger in his mouth that he couldnt quite spit out all he could do was sit and list all the problems in his life in a lyrical sense i live by the paper and id die the pen it was a friend sometimes my only escape the only thing that i could see would make me great i wasnt prodigal didnt think i had it all if anything the opposite i was sat waiting for the fall sat out the back of school doodling my life away writing all the things that i was too scared to say to twisted up faces filled with nothing but hatred and jealously because they couldnt see what i was trying to set free if only i could let it be history