Jus a lil somethin to get my creative jucies flowin..well here goes( jus to let ya'll know the song doesn't excactly stick to one topic so...don't get antsy)


I articulate my inner demons/ notepad, dro-bag, NO. 2 and my fingers start dreaming/ Notes start playing, and the pages start screaming/ reluctantly, i take another puff/once again im lost/ imprisoned by my visions and my thoughts/close my eyes/and my fingers start to walk/ *cough* Zoning in the moment/ i don't want to lose it/ I let my body bleed the music/ and when im through/ it's for you to choose how to use it/ or take it, like interpertive dance stupid/ How come my friend /servin a 25 to life bid/how come hiphop died 3 hours before J-dilla did/ so sad and confused bout' lifes issues/got my eyes tearin' in need of tissues/I stair hopelessly into a mirror, only to find a young man with to much fear/focusing to much on the past and won't let go of that rear view mirror/Confused and depressed he lets the drugs and alcohol steer/ not really but if ya ears hearin me holla if ya fellin me

its so fabolous life living i ravage this/ beat thats so spectacular heat, is what i'm rapping wit/ drop lines immaculate, ima real mc/ put the rhymes on the tube you can hate on me/ i just, do it for fun, notebooks is full/ practice bars on a 9th beat haters is likely/ to type shit to spite me irrelevant fonts B./ I just throw down what my consciousness thoughts be/ spark thee, ta write bars thats heating like stoves do/ flow freely like rivers but my lyrics aren't vocal or somethin like dat lik yea, we got the jazz, we're in our show room tonite, let us get passed, and if you're feelin right, we can possibly spit a few lyrics just to celebrate the night, nah i dont drink, i do just one drug, i like to get high off my music, hear the sound buzz, let it ring through your ear, into your dome, made you feel lik you're at home, feel so good you want to dance, caught you in my trance, i see you my man, i appreciate you and the audience, just listening to my poetry, im loving the ambience yo ill spit this shit off the top of my dome straight money girls and homegrown/

fuck that you wont get on itunes nobodys going to record a wack ass rapper like you/

you cant even write a rap so now try to and if you cant then ill revise you take you to the top and flop you/

ima killa dude big black gorrila dude and if you do got money and bud fuck fronting ima straight rob you/we was friends but then you started to trip/kept talkin so I punched you in tha lip/soulja hop ya brought ya bullet proof vest ima put yo career to rest.


The beatfor this song [link] produced by 9th wonder enjoy