Playing With Words In The Morning 2011
Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 5:55 pm
If you think you have nothing to live for
let me give you a quick tour
of my life,
growing up, with a bitch whore
wishing I was a bit more
hype
syke, I was writing in my clipboard
listened to one mic
and didn't matter if I was rich poor
white
black a mix or
striped
i was up all night
it was sick
I'll admit, the discourse was tight
if your the type
that ambitions run wild
spitting your style
is the only thing that feels right
sitting a while
and you're missing your smile
you have to be nice
beyond polite, I mean, ill
a three letter word, that means skill
still, my only advice
to an up and coming emcee is to write
until your fingers numb
think your dumb
drink your rum
return weak, kingdom come
the only thing that's done
in this game, I care about
my rhymes, 99 percent of the time
I'm fly
I air em out
asking about my where abouts
in my parents house
it's like alcohol, I swear I'm out
I hope you share my doubt
I don't think I'll ever go the marriage route
almost 25, and I barely know
how to Winnie the Pooh with shoes, bare my soul
to anyone I care for
this isn't a story, it's a parable (pair a bull)
it's a terrible war
because no pair is able
to restore their fable
what can I say, I use to be hard, forcing anal
until I was hit by a storm
and I spit to perform
at six in the morn
still into porn
but my bones chilling
because I don't want kids, children of corn
let me give you a quick tour
of my life,
growing up, with a bitch whore
wishing I was a bit more
hype
syke, I was writing in my clipboard
listened to one mic
and didn't matter if I was rich poor
white
black a mix or
striped
i was up all night
it was sick
I'll admit, the discourse was tight
if your the type
that ambitions run wild
spitting your style
is the only thing that feels right
sitting a while
and you're missing your smile
you have to be nice
beyond polite, I mean, ill
a three letter word, that means skill
still, my only advice
to an up and coming emcee is to write
until your fingers numb
think your dumb
drink your rum
return weak, kingdom come
the only thing that's done
in this game, I care about
my rhymes, 99 percent of the time
I'm fly
I air em out
asking about my where abouts
in my parents house
it's like alcohol, I swear I'm out
I hope you share my doubt
I don't think I'll ever go the marriage route
almost 25, and I barely know
how to Winnie the Pooh with shoes, bare my soul
to anyone I care for
this isn't a story, it's a parable (pair a bull)
it's a terrible war
because no pair is able
to restore their fable
what can I say, I use to be hard, forcing anal
until I was hit by a storm
and I spit to perform
at six in the morn
still into porn
but my bones chilling
because I don't want kids, children of corn