Something on your mind?
Just wanted to let you know
you're sitting in my chair.
Is that a fact?
Yeah, it's a fact.
Well, for a man that don't go heels,
you run your mouth kind of reckless, don't you?
You don't need to go heels to get the ball shot,
dumb like you.
Is that a fact?
Yo!
You see that I'm a writer first,
I write a verse that I converse.
The pen can work, I'm in this verse to the moment,
my wrist is in motion.
A spoken word of a melody,
renaissance is the canopy
Can it be I can candidly see,
these canary in seas
Making noise but what comes
out is incoherent
The merit of my words is like
the marriage of two parents
I'm transparent and see through,
with nothing to hide
And lyrically I can look to the skies,
and tell the clouds not to fly
It's the power he wields with a pen
I look to the world for the sin,
and ascend with the ink
And take a pat on the mitt, the patterns I spit
I like the slight of the hand,
a smoovini, my mellow, my man
I rant black in a slam,
anonymous on stage
I ruin the battle,
I do it for fam, I do it for fans
My standard is the best that I am, my life
spans no longer than the hand on the clock
I give it all that I got
Yo got a right to live, so I got a right to live
You want my heart,
I'll give you all that I can give
With this one I'm trying to seize the day
And I can write about tomorrow
cause I see today
Yo I got a right to live,
so I got a right to live
You want my heart,
I'll give you all that I can give
With this one I'm trying to seize the day
So if I write about tomorrow,
I see today
Someone once told me I was
gifted to spit a ridiculous lyric
So I mentioned everything in my
life through a pen and a minute
And I meant it, I scripted
my childhood like
Samuel
Clemens
With a clench of a fist,
I grip a mic with a quickness
Then I get lifted like
John
Legend
Preached like a reverend,
but better when I can teach the boys to be better men
I learn myself in the process,
and pop quizzes don't guess
It won't help you come time for the test
And they do come, so choose one
There's no one you can run from,
the cross you must bear
So please be prepared
I'm the hip -hop
Joe
McCarthy, sparking a red scare
And I'm talking my slang here
to remind you to be prepared
For the
Lord to come, he's the glorious one
On his right hand is the sun and I
write it till the battle is won
And the stop of the drums,
way that I rock
Is like one of the best -kept secrets
Yo, I got a right to live,
so I got a right to live
You want my heart? I'll give
you all that I can give
With this one I'm trying to seize the day
And I can write about tomorrow
cause I see today
Yo, I got a right to live,
so I got a right to live
You want my heart? I'll give
you all that I can give
With this one I'm trying to seize the day
So if I write about tomorrow, I see today
The ink is the blood that I spill
when I build a house out of words
I'm billowing first to rebuild the
earth with a million verse rhymes
And the first time I saw the universe,
I saw a verse
With a uni meaning one, I got a verse
But I'm many a multi
when I close both thighs
I see rhymes I write
to the divine and mankind
Can I stand by when everything
overtakes us?
We're naked and cold,
hoping that the hard times won't break us
And water won't sink us,
and the quakes won't shake us
It's wishful thinking,
but a right to the broken
Shaken and sanken,
or sunken or something
This must have been mustered
by muscular brains
Cause that type of plot
might drive a man insane
And who's to blame?
Is it me or us?
Or maybe the devil,
or maybe an other level
Of power altogether,
and a right for the power
And a right just to give,
and a right for the people
And a right to live
I'll
Peace so far, you're the dopest lyricist around,
you're always writing forever with the pen
in your hand.
Respect.