paralyzed by the immensity of the intensity
its hampering me
its killing me
is being an artist means i wont make any money?
well, wat abt the passion to express myself as how allah wants it to be?
than when i make it, don't doubt it, still, i cant take it
tis fear and uncertainty
i dont know but its just drawing me,
closer to the creator, to draw on wat how i see, see?
there's only 1 thing constantly
on my mind i imagine and envison a simulation
tat gives such an escalation of joy and emotion
still tis weird notion that society has tat entertainment
isnt gonna bring anything convenient
is crazy how people think we will all die off sooner or later
i need to build a wall and need some time to stop them
haters judges and posers
and sink inside the quicksand of a thousand men, inside me
where im fighting to make a choice cuz
tats life, either i use my voice, and maka helluva noise
or i stay quiet n follow on the art of the mind
but im tat kind who cant be here nor there
but be everywhere is tat fine?
the hyperactive kid, kinda crazy messed up
a broken cup tat still looks intact but look closer at the cracks
it'll shock u n make u go wack
and why is it tat
u wont leave me alone, always breathing down my neck
leave me be, leave me some space to work creatively
where im calm
dowwwn enough to connect to
the universe to
bring u another verse from it, do u get it?
the creative process is an innovative prospect
i can bring respect to myself with tat
cuz im just a bugger who'll irrtiate u and get bigger
a joker who doesnt know to give up
but my heart is heavy so my body feels like a big yellow chevy
parked in the ave. of insanity
do i even make sense to u? do u get me?
tell u wat! just watch me n i'll show u me, myself and i in due birth, savy?
let me tell something u there's something about the nothing
of a piece of paper and a pen
how it smells like parchment
and makes a scribbling sound when your writing
like a samurai sword and his weapon
your pulse flows thru it and your in action
the sound of excitement when u pen in it down, im not acting,
its expressing true emotion
expressed thru u who listen
when i flow hard on the spittin
and deliver lyrically and do u know tat to me is true happiness
see in tat 1 moment i feel soo good i can die in peace
and be truly be released no chance of a relapse
unless back to it
i come n go as i please
i like it! i love it! im an addict to it
it feels good to build it bit by bit
the record comes straight out of the unbilical cord
its professional as well as dramatical and its as radical as
i myself annd me would be
and i would be shocked
like how the war ended when the A- bomb dropped
im not meant to be stopped
till i burn out and need to be strapped
in a white strait jacket in a padded locked up cell
hell, ring the bell and tell em tat im saved by the bell
do u still think tat i cant sell?
yell, if u think i can and i'll say yay!
hey? wat do u say? baby?
seriously i wonder y now y i worry?
homie, do u know me? im a lil bit crazy
but dont u try to save me or even worry
im aaall-ready like tat yo, ever since i was a baby
u can try me to see if i phon
but i keep it real
n i know tat u know tat we all know tat we can feel
isnt life such a thrill?
by the will of god do i breath still
wat a way to pay the bills
i hope i find a studio n make a cameo
and record yo, blast it on the stereo
and throw my flow
lace it with the bases and base it on with the verses
and see the places it will take me
i dont think u can do like i do and just do
which part of u needs a reason y not act on an delusion of illusion
i made it my mission to follow up on my vision
so lets see what my decision would be given
so interested and keen in being
eager to write to have been in real life
with a wife so loyal who sounds cute
and bubbly like a flute
and strangely in tune
like a princess over the Arabian sand dunes
who appeared to be immune
to me carrying a painted maroon rune
tat would inspire me even more soon b4 noon
and when the moon is over the noon her sweet perfume
separates me from my platoon and hits me like a tyhoon
she is as crazy as i can ever be
life is like a tree
when she is around me
there is chemistry
and the geography is ideal to sneak out to hang out together, see?
im sorry if i did offend u but tis just me being me ...weee~!
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