I swear god gave me a head start on life
I’m livin in the future spitting shit that cuts deeper than a sharpened knife,
But I look back and get nothing but the sound of a single hand clap
Crickets and tumbleweed like I’m in the middle of a dessert.
It’s like if it doesn’t rhyme it won’t get a compliment, damn this hurt.
Admit it, all ya want is a couple good metaphors
But I can’t even give those cus ma dictionary got complicated words
I write about me and my views
But if I don’t write about money drugs and bitches. then I do not amuse??
What’s the point of talent if it’s not put to good use
Talking about the same shit, but words in different order, lyrical abuse.
I think these dudes missing wires, blew a fuse in the mainframe ..
But I know I’m gonna hit that top spot, I’m a warrior; Are you not entertained??
So f*ck feelings, and love, for ma fans from this I should refrain?
If I had another shot maybe a different road, I turn it down and do all this again.
I puzzle these pieces and my talent Riddles me this:
” Was there ever a time when rap was from the soul, not from the block? ”
Damn was there something I missed?
If I could ask RAP a question, Damn,
“can u progress?”
I’m tryna work at this, to make ma grand entrance
But how da f*ck can I advance,
when tracks don’t make sense if they don’t get a dance?
I can’t give up, won’t go down
I know I’ll be king, I’ll get that crown
Many have been here where I’m at
But I’m the one that will stay true, that’s a fact.
I’ll be the top, and stay number one
Until then, RAP, I’ve gotta ask,
What have you become ..?