Dedicated / High Voltage

This idea of mine sort of blends the two songs together. Enjoy:

<HIGH VOLTAGE REMIX INTRO>
<DEDICATED BACKING>

(Hybrid)
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keepin' it real
(It's understood that they actually will)
<SCRATCHES> Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
Chin checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords through double helixes and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
(So you can try on) we'll leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity, let icons be bygones
Meanwhile, I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
(Because)

(This is dedicated to) <SCRATCHES>
High voltage (The unforgettable sound)
High voltage (bringin' you up and takin' you down)
High voltage (coming at you from every side)
High voltage (makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide)
What's real (is the kids who know there's something wrong)
What's real (is the kids who think they don't belong)
What's real (is the kids who have nowhere to run)
(Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun)

<HIGH VOLTAGE BACKING>

(Akira)
I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme, Jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood type's Krylon, Technicolour, Type A
On highways, write with road rage
Pages of wind in cages of tin, that bounce all around
(Surround sound) devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings, over all the same thing
Sing song, karaoke copy bullsh*t
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you away, with the pencil pistol official
Sixteen line, the rhyme missile
While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws
Spittin' rah, blah, blah, blah, you can say you saw
(Because)

(This is dedicated to) <SCRATCHES>
High voltage (The unforgettable sound)
High voltage (bringin' you up and takin' you down)
High voltage (coming at you from every side)
High voltage (makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide)
What's real (is the kids who know there's something wrong)
What's real (is the kids who think they don't belong)
What's real (is the kids who have nowhere to run)
(Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun)

(Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside)
(This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide)
(Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes) <HIGH VOLTAGE>
(Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside)
(This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide)

(Sometimes I feel like a prophet, misunderstood)
(Under the gun, like a new disease)
(Sometimes I feel like a prophet, misunderstood)
(Under the gun, like a new disease)

(This is dedicated to) <SCRATCHES>
High voltage (The unforgettable sound)
High voltage (bringin' you up and takin' you down)
High voltage (coming at you from every side)
High voltage (makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide)
What's real (is the kids who know there's something wrong)
What's real (is the kids who think they don't belong)
What's real (is the kids who have nowhere to run)
(Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun)

High voltage (The unforgettable sound)
High voltage (bringin' you up and takin' you down)
High voltage (coming at you from every side)
High voltage (makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide)
What's real (everybody who doesn't feel safe)
What's real (everybody who knows they're out of place)
What's real (everybody with nowhere to run)
(Who hide from the shadows, waiting for the sun)

<DEDICATED BACKING AND CODA>

High voltage

(Sometimes)

 

I don't see what wrong with it ...