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Struggles of an Aspiring MC (Intro)
(Verse 1)
I’ve paid this charge to make this art
It’s like I’ve came this far to say this bar
Despite skippin’ meals with an unfulfilled stomach
And no budget, I can’t front I still love it
And never been the same since the day that I found her
Such an amazing encounter, I’m crazy about her
Writing to her daily for hours and give it my all
The only one who hears me out and lets me finish my thoughts
At least that’s what I thought and it’s pissin’ me off
Cause now I’m not even convinced that she’s been listenin’ at all
I’m over this, you’re not a friend you’re an associate
Gave me the beat but didn’t care to hear the words I wrote to it
And knowin’ this made me devastated and spiteful
When writin’ every night’s what you dedicated your life to
That’s why my temper’s been elevated since High School
Finding out your friends were threatened and never liked you
But whether win/losin’ always kept my pen movin’
Showin’ improvement, doin’ what I’ve been doin’
Yeah, and I stand by my statements
It’s who I am, I’ve embraced it
Now that’s settled I’m calmer and less heckled
No longer to stress devils, I’m onto the next level
To sum it up if I could put it in a bar
If I didn’t care what anyone thought, I would’ve been a star
As all these obstacles are squandering your art
I thought it was impossible and it was harder than I thought
But whatever that’s in your heart that you desire
If you try is able to be acquired
You think I’m lying? I’m the proof in the flesh
And guarantee you can’t predict what I’m gon’ do with it next
All I could say to them’s this
You don’t know what reward is until you’ve taken a risk
Yeah, and that’s the greatest of gifts
Took a leap of faith as it all came to fruish
It only makes you stronger if it doesn’t kill you
Yeah, I Used to Love H.E.R. and I still do
And learned the hard way I think I needed to
Went the long way and took the scenic route
All for the love and desire to live free
Struggles of an Aspiring MC
(Hook)
I’ve paid this charge to make this art
It’s like I’ve came this far to say this bar
Despite skippin’ meals with an unfulfilled stomach
And no budget, I can’t front I still love it
And never been the same since the day that I found her
Such an amazing encounter, I’m crazy about her
Writin’ to her daily for hours and give it my all
The only one who hears me out and lets me finish my thoughts
Or at least that’s what I thought and it’s pissin’ me off
Now I’m not even convinced that she’s been listenin’ at all
It only makes you stronger if it doesn’t kill you
I Used to Love H.E.R. and I still do
And learned the hard way I think I needed to
Went the long way and took the scenic route
All for the love and desire to live free
Struggles of an Aspiring MC
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2. |
The Opposite Problem
02:47
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The Opposite Problem
(Verse)
Just another day of tryna make the pen jot
But for whatever reason I ain’t doin’ the best job
No calls, texts, or emails up in my inbox
Writer’s block, you could almost hear a pin drop
I feel like I could never finish what I start
With the same beat on repeat while I’m sittin’ in the dark
Damn, these are truly the worst times
Tryna write a rhyme but I’m stuck on the first line
I’m throwin’ darts in the dark
Spiritually from the heart and left a mark with this art
Yet I can hardly think
And am selective with what I spit when I’m carving this ink
So every bar is a tattoo
And once you got one it’d be hard not to have two
But my inner critic’s stuck in the way
And I’m very aware that it’s rare I’ve got nothing to say
Cause everyday there’s always something to express
But today I just can’t come up with nothin’ I’m a mess
And that’s why I feel hollow and won’t speak
Cause this writer’s block cloud’s been followin’ all week
So now I’m drawin’ a blank
Even though I know I got plenty more in the tank
But nothin’ worthy of writin’
So I’m in bed late in the afternoon, up early at night and
On most days I would’ve made up a whole rhyme
But now I’m shooting blanks steady wasting my own time
Impatient with no grind
Terrified and scared to hit the stage when it’s go time
Underdog, I’m deranged and exhausted
Something’s off thinking maybe I lost it
Or maybe someone laced the tree I was puffin’
Cause I couldn’t even see and was way too eager to function
Yeah, in spite of your tears
What you’re witnessing here is a writer’s worst fear
This shit is makin’ me nauseous
Like somebody just flipped the creativity off switch (flick!)
Feels like I gotta spell or curse to break
Shakin’ nervous got me searchin’ for a word to say
Like maybe I shouldn’t be holdin’ a mic
But then again I wouldn’t even really know what it’s like
(Chorus x 2)
So ya’ll are not gonna stop him
I mean just look at all the different concepts I’m jottin’
Yeah, So writer’s block’s not an option
Cause to be honest yo I’ve got The Opposite Problem
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3. |
Thankless Job
03:30
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Thankless Job
(Verse 1)
Yo this ain’t the gift of gab, it’s the gift of rap
The prophetic MC who never spit for cash
So when I get down on a track and spew on a record
I usually assume that it’s a mutual effort
Check it, but if the beat ain’t free than treat me as civil
There’s gotta be a way that we can maybe meet in the middle
Considering to the extent that my rhyme goes
When I’m the one in person spreading music at live shows
Plus you know I ain’t got the budget for that
So why don’t you help another brother out and cut me some slack? (Jack!)
I can’t front as a friend I’m kind of pissed
Gotta pay for the session, not to mention the final mix
While I wrote it for free and it took days to complete it
Plus all the extra money that it’s gonna take to release it
But unfortunately that’s the way that it’s made
A 12 year slave that never got paid for my trade
And I wish I didn’t have to MC so desperately
But it’s so expensive with each beat sold separately
As I get upset the more I recite
My whole life I can’t afford to record what I write
Damn, takin’ advantage cause they’ll doubt I’ll make a profit ever
So sorry fans but my next album might be droppin’ never
(Verse 2)
So I rock with Militant Marxman cause he ain’t chargin’
Every record’s a joint effort that we put our heart in
Which nowadays is few and farther between
Even people I used to work with started chargin’ a fee
Damn, and maybe I’ve been gettin’ bitter but jeez
Go try to find me an iller MC to spit it for free
Huh? I’m undervalued cause I’m lyrical as fuck
And wrote for 6 months for you to listen to it once
Got try to replicate the skills that I came with
And get yourself a replacement to fill in these blanks with
Man that’s like playin’ scrabble with no vowels
Ya’ll done fucked up now and shackled your own style
Without the words there’s no melody for your head
That’s like eatin’ peanut butter and jelly without the bread
I’m just sayin’ there’s no me without my pen
To jot gems, like who’s Eric B without Rakim?
But it’s whatever man I hope it was worth it
Next time around we’ll see how much that I’ll be chargin’ for verses
Yet I agree you need the beat it’s enormous
I’m just sayin’ that the MC is of an equal importance
So now I’m lookin’ for a bank to rob
Cause reppin’ “Real Hip Hop’s” been a Thankless Job
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4. |
Perfect
02:44
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Perfect
(Verse 1)
In order to prevail you oughta plot a scheme
In baseball I’ve learned to fail more than I succeed
Which taught me how to deal with problems when they would come up
I’m a monster and a lover filled with bottomless hunger
It’s the quest I’m on to try to find unsolvable answers
The stress from tryna live up to impossible standards
Than that’s when Static’s inner passion came together
And Sam started rappin’ as a reaction to the pressure
I’m the truth in the flesh, always spewin’ it best
So anything rumored as less, I’ll refuse to accept
I’m a Hip Hop purest, MC at all costs
Tweakin’ these bars until they’re free of all flaws
My own worst critic, fussin’ over sucker shit
Forgettin’ I once did it for the fun and for the love of it
To only cover up what hides beneath the surface
At times I wonder if it’s worth it, striving to be Perfect
(Verse 2)
As long as I can say my message was heard
I’m content with every word, my intentions are pure
With so many suggestions the jealousy is endless
Till part of me feels defenseless, it’s hard to deal with friendships
I’ve given up on treating peers with respect
Cause I’m not able to live up to their idea of success
They see my wallet then lecture me with their logic
Potential for their pocket, the pressure to make a profit
But I hold the only protection to my legacy
And been too consistent for you to question my integrity
They tell me “Spit that hardcore”, “Keep the beats lethal”
But I shouldn’t have to speak evil just to please people
And all I hear about’s what they would do if they were me
But it’s plain to see you would’ve settled for complacency
Or maybe they just wanna see me do well
But either way nobody’s been harder on me than myself
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5. |
Goin' for Self
04:03
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Goin’ for Self
(Verse1)
Yo since I was chosen to help I exposed how I felt
Plus I ain’t got nobody else so I’m Goin’ for Self
And I’ve been rhymin’ but I got a long way to go still
But walk the wrong way and you could end up as roadkill
Wish I had a buck or half a dutch to pack an 8th
When you’re feelin’ out of luck and out of touch and out of place
Till I offered up some praise and was humbled by his grace
Cause a lot of things were great that have come from my mistakes
Cause I’m a student of the movement and street
And was influenced by the music as I groove to the beat
The goal was never to be the best but the truest MC
It was never encouraged of me I just knew it was me
So I put another beat on as I speak to the track
With no one that I can lean on or to lean on me back
Cause that’s the fabric from which Static was sown
Back on my own so I guess I gotta go at it alone
Cause I’m Goin’ for Self
(Verse 2)
What I want is my passion to have a marriage with wealth
A lot of times I’ve been so broke but too embarrassed to tell
But above all other blessings what I cherish is health
And can’t help anyone else till I take care of myself
Yo, it’s much easier to excel when you’re prosperin’
Back then there was no pressure when to fail was an option
And I feel honored that for you I fell in your top 10
But life is hard and it feels like it’s hell that I’m locked in
Went off rails after lost sales when it all fails
With dark tales full of park trails and cigar smells
This brand’s my own by leaving somethin’ in each poem
That’s why I stand alone and need nothin’ to lean on
Cause I can’t seem to find a match for me to stay
And it’s too sad to even say but it had to be this way
But now I’m fine I feel revived and I’m back
And as Static in any environment I can adapt
Cause I’m (Goin’ for Self)
(Verse 3)
So as I flow to the rhythm I just hope that you listen
To my ambition as I carry on this golden tradition
Cause it was my own decision to go on this mission
So all that love that we’ve been given and we show’s unconditioned
As I spark up some izm and converse with my homies
Cause most of these fair weather friends curse or condone me
Who have their own opinion and an urge to control me
So when I go to work I do my verse by my lonely
Cause I do care about the seeds that I’ve grown
So I should establish and clarify the needs that I’ve shown
Cause I was terrified of being alone
But would take advantage whenever I would be in a zone
Plus the more that my heart is broken, the faster I’ve been growin’
And I’m anxious to blow up but gotta master my emotion
Through patience it’ll come that’s why I’ve captured every moment
It ain’t just where you’re from, it’s where you’re at, and where you’re goin’
And I’m (Goin’ for Self)
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Speak It to a Beat
02:54
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Spit It to a Beat
(Verse 1)
It’s like I’m havin’ flashbacks as I’m vibin’ to the tracks
Now every second that goes by reminds me of the past
We all do but only some are willing to speak up
To preach peace but now you’re caught in some deep stuff
Man I seen the same car at the same spot
The same braud at the sam bar with the same shot
In a world full of psychos and sheep
Global leaders get impeached then the cycle repeats
Producing citizens who brag about their wallet
And live like their life’s over now that they’re out of college
Cause everybody’s chasing doe doin’ their thing
I’m like the only one I know who’s still pursuing his dream
It’s a test of faith on this quest to fate
I don’t repeat faults so I don’t regret mistakes
The fan fair’s what inspired me to care
But as soon as I step off the stage it’s like I’m not even there
(Chorus)
For so long I’ve been livin’ incomplete
Adored by my peers with the gift of an MC
They love the way it sounds to the rhythm of the street
They don’t listen when I speak till I Spit it to a Beat
For so long I’ve been livin’ incomplete
Ignored by my peers with the wisdom that I keep
They love the way it sounds to the rhythm of the street
They don’t listen when I speak till I Spit it to a Beat
(Verse 2)
Cause as an MC lyrically I receive spiritually
Now that I’ve achieved wizardry I’m perceived differently
Believe in mysteries the more that I learn
Now there’s another wack rapper every corner I turn
With no, moral concern now they’re wondering how come?
There’s more views on the interview than the album
Followin’ fads, turning music into fashion
Consume you by distractions from human interactions
I buy albums cause the physicals last long
But now you can find me on any digital platform
To reach my listeners and teach resistance
Unleash the victims to then release the prisoners
Agree with my opinions when I say ‘em on a record
But if I said it in conversation they’d get offended
Maybe that’s why I had to write so many songs
Cause it’s the only way I could let ‘em know what’s goin’ on
(Chorus)
For so long I’ve been livin’ incomplete
Adored by my peers with the gift of an MC
They love the way it sounds to the rhythm of the street
They don’t listen when I speak till I Spit it to a Beat
For so long I’ve been livin’ incomplete
Ignored by my peers with the wisdom that I keep
They love the way it sounds to the rhythm of the street
But don’t listen when I speak till I Spit it to a Beat
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Real Writers Never Die
03:37
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Real Writers Never Die
(Verse 1)
Yo I got a negative amount of bucks in my account
And 10 albums I don’t know when the fuck are comin’ out
Cause I need to make a little cash I’m broke
But got soul to compensate for my lack of doe
Yo so here we go my only care is this pen
So inspired nowadays I don’t know where to begin
Cause it’s out of my control, it comes and it goes
So I inhale smoke, and turn a blunt to a roach
Till I can’t tell the difference between seconds and minutes
A couple more clock ticks until this record is finished
Then review what I write and spew it till the song’s tight
With a booth and a mic man I could do this all night
Na na it’s on and poppin’ when I’m jottin’ a verse
Becoming popular with profit are just not my concerns
So I could rock a full set without droppin’ a curse
That’s why at times I’m even spotted rockin’ rhymes in a church
Inebriated off the grace from above
So when you see me nowadays I ain’t the same as I was
I’m like a different car by the same mechanic
Blessed mics and never took a single stage for granted
(Chorus)
But a, sometimes I (Get the Blues)
Hit the paper with the rhyme when I (Get the Blues)
Gettin’ faded off the La when I (Get the Blues)
Feindin’ that marijuana high when I (Get the Blues)
So I, So I could spit what I wrote and feel somethin’
Clear the flem from my throat and keep bustin’
Light up the dro and take a toke cause I’m still puffin’
A little marijuana smoke never killed nothin’
Matter fact put your lighters in the sky
If you’re feelin’ the vibe, Real Writers Never Die
And one time for the beautiful most high
Steadily on my job, Real Writers Never Die
But sometimes I (Get the Blues)
Hit the paper with the rhyme when I (Get the Blues)
Gettin’ faded off the La when I (Get the Blues)
Feindin’ that marijuana high when I (Get the Blues)
(Verse 2)
Ayo it SC Static from da da da block
You claim to be MC’s, ugh but butcha not
So I rock for the props and blunt puff the pot
Unpunched all the clocks then bumrushed the spot
Whatchu know about takin’ solo trips to the city
Rippin’ open mic nights with no doe on your grizzly
In the same sweatpants, yeah dressin’ mad bummy
Returnin’ recycling bottles for some gas money
Now that’s funny but painfully true
In order to get by it’s what I gotta shamelessly do
So no I can’t buy you a present and my ride ain’t expensive
But what I can do is give my undivided attention
Check it! From NY’s Orange County out to Cali’s
I represent my home in Hudson Valley not the ally
So I ain’t rappin’ with you half assed gebronis
I’m unmatched in rap like my Dad’s raviolis
These ain’t for you if you’re reluctant to listen
Ain’t demandin’ your respect I get enough cause it’s given
Drivin’ hands free and steerin’ the wheel with my knee
While simultaneously rollin’ up a dub of some tree
Singing
(Chorus)
Sometimes I (Get the Blues)
Hit the paper with the rhyme when I (Get the Blues)
Gettin’ faded off the La when I (Get the Blues)
Feindin’ that marijuana high when I (Get the Blues)
So I, So I could spit what I wrote and feel somethin’
Clear the flem from my throat and keep bustin’
Light up the dro and take a toke cause I’m still puffin’
A little marijuana smoke never killed nothin’
Matter fact put your lighters in the sky
If you’re feelin’ the vibe, Real Writers Never Die
And one time for the beautiful most high
Steadily on my job, Real Writers Never Die
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After the Show
02:39
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After the Show
(Verse 1)
As a performer after shows when I’ve rapped on sets
More times than not Static’s always passed on sex
But I caught a vibe from a hotty lookin’ mad fresh
Spotted in a black dress watchin’ from the back left
And I can usually tell in advance
Some are real fans, others wanna get in your pants
But with this girl I had to really think as I wonder
Can’t tell if she wants my YouTube link or my number
They either see me as single or as a songwriter
So they’re either tryna mingle or pull an all nighter
And that’s a trap that I should avoid then
Cause the guy standing next to her is probably her boyfriend
With that being said I should probably go
Unless you want to accidentally come follow me home
We both laughed cause it could’ve been perfect
But potential future repercussions wouldn’t be worth it
(Chorus x 2)
(One Flow) One Flow
(Good to go) Good to go
(After the show) After the show
(I’ll pull your hoe boy) But I won’t
(One Flow) One Flow
(Good to go) Good to go
(After the show) After the show
(I’ll pull your hoe boy) Just so ya know
(Verse 2)
Take it from me cause homie I’m not lyin’
But women just flock to me now that I’ve stopped tryin’
They show love and are impressed in awe
But I can’t always tell what their real intentions are
They see the person who’s written these rhymes and words and
Don’t see the countless hours spent behind the curtain
So it’s really up to me to be the bigger man
Cause some of these women are married and genuinely fans
I’m here to teach a lesson when it’s all said and done
Cause there’s a deep connection that I’ve seen in everyone
And you could laugh at that and call me a “gaylord”
But keep in mind I’m turnin’ down girls you would pay for
Plus I seem to attract a certain kind of depth
Usually someone in mourning or hurting from a death
And respected what I said so my work is never done
God comes first still searchin’ for the one
(Chorus x 2)
(One Flow) One Flow
(Good to go) Good to go
(After the show) After the show
(I’ll pull your hoe boy) But I won’t/That’s what she wants
(One Flow) One Flow
(Good to go) Good to go
(After the show) After the show
(I’ll pull your hoe boy) Just so ya know/But I won’t
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Back to the Lab
02:30
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Back to the Lab
(Verse 1)
So it’s Back to the Lab like I did it from day one
In fact it’s the same exact place that I came from
To mic check, maybe put a few to the test
Cause everyday’s a different mood with somethin’ new to express
So Static’s never bored when I’m lightin’ the piff
With 4 albums to record, now I’m writin’ the 5th
Like I’m already plannin’ for after it’s over
Guess I’m overcompensatin’ for my lack of exposure
It’s a release till at least I’m in my right mind
To write at night time, each rhyme is a lifeline
I take my time with a song like a take home
To meditate with the wordplay in my safe zone
The space where I keep my stash and an ashtray
My favorite place to escape after a bad day
Away from this world’s merciless taboo
Cause I don’t got a crew or a girl to go back to
So it’s (Back to the Lab)
(Verse 2)
So it’s Back to the Lab as the main resort
Just pickin’ up where I left off the day before
As I recall that I used to hate bein’ alone
Till I learned that it’s the only way to get me up in a zone
Cause I ain’t ever been no casual rap dude
Record, rip a show, and then the Lab I’ll go back to
From friends guest rooms to neighbors basements
It’s the same formula just the location changes
The reason I rhyme was never for yes-men
And had such a hard time gettin’ attention
At first it was never the microphone I would fiend for
Cause that would mean that I would have to speak and be seen more
But for any person with their mind blocked
I hope you got your own version of what I got
Yet I’ll admit I do it selfishly
And plus I ain’t really got nowhere else to be
So it’s (Back to the Lab)
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10. |
Always Had a Dream
03:08
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Always Had a Dream
(Verse 1)
It’s like my whole life I’ve had this dream that I’ve dreamt
And everyday that I’m awake I believe in it less
Cause no matter how much effort it won’t seem to progress
And what I consider fulfillment’s not seen as success
But I love Hip Hop with every beat in my chest
So when I’m speakin’ to a track I like to reach from my depths
Cause it’s therapeutic for me to release my regrets
But then again this music has been the reason I’m stressed
Damn this shit sucks, I wasn’t prepared for such
And I can’t give up because I care too much
It used to make me happy now I’m feelin’ lonely and blue
It makes me question things that I already know to be true
Damn I wanna quit but I’m not sure of how to choose
I guess the hardest part of life is learnin’ how to lose
A griever of defeat that needed to be freed
I no longer see it as a dream, I see it as my being
(Verse 2)
I think I’ve given up on the idea of “makin’ it”
And the idea of me bein’ in a relationship
Shit, I don’t even know what to make of it
I guess that I must lack the things it takes to make it fit
It makes me sick like all this time I just wasted it
It makes me angry and impatient and I may just quit
Even though this rap thing is like my favorite shit
It may be time for me to take a break or take a trip
Like I’m diggin’ my own grave with every page I flip
As major record labels wanna change the way I spit
It’s not that I’m not good enough and I can’t make a hit
Its cause I love Hip Hop too much for me to fake a script
So now I’m at the crossroads thinkin’ this is it
It didn’t go the way I planned but I wished it did
I guess my dreams were too big as a wishful kid
Now I can finally retire from this blissful bid
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11. |
Pretty Okay
04:25
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Pretty Okay
(Verse 1)
Since about the age of 7 I could hold mics
Experiment with different methods till the flow’s nice
No girlfriend, one Ex, and no wife
And pretty much have been single my whole life
And I would love to change that if you asked me
But the weed and rap beats would have to take a back seat
I’m just tryin’ to find the right challenge
Pick my battles wisely cause life’s about balance
On one hand my Grandma dukes is gettin’ old
And pretty soon she’s gonna have to move into a home
Cause it’s a slow death the way dementia kills
If we decide to move her out it’d be against her will
On the other hand, my Mother’s got A-fib
From worrying bout her kids growing up the way they did
So now I’m chillin’ with my parents when I have time
Cause my Dad’s 3 years older than when his Dad died
Damn, but I’m not even tryna plan for it
But thinkin’ of it I don’t think my Mom could handle it
My Uncle’s got 3 kidneys, only 1 works
My Aunt’s got 1 left cause she gave up hers
My friends Mom got cancer in her breast now
All these health scares really got me stressed out
I can’t relate to the people of my own tradition
My whole existence like I’ve only been into older women
I want love but I’m stuck with one nights
The last nice guy with a luckless love life
So instead of thinkin’ bout it I’ma channel it
And add another classic banger to the manuscript
My Sister’s are both married and settled in
Devoted Queens to a new life with better men
So on the upside I’m bout to be an Uncle soon
My guess, 1st born would be the month of June
And who me? Yeah I’m as lonely as a soldier
Focused on the flow but I’m only gettin’ older
Never been the type to try to make a hit record
I could only be accountable for this second
Which I revere as a favor to fans
Because fear is the greatest motivator of man
So precise that it’s like a knife pennin’ out my blood
So I write like my life depends on it cause it does
(Chorus)
Cause most people think I’m lonely when I smoke
But truthfully I love it, it’s my only way to cope
Cause I’ve been havin’ a shitty old day
As my Ex would say I’m feelin’ “Pretty Okay”
I ain’t complainin’ I ain’t fishin’ for blues
I’m just sayin’ we’ve been put in a position to lose
Cause I’ve been havin’ a shitty old day
As my Ex would say I’m feelin’ Pretty O-kay
(Verse 2)
I feel different but it’s just another day
Going through the motions and accustomed to the ways
That most fellowships got ended by betray
I’m just tryna be me and keep some friends along the way
But some friends I had to sever at the hand
Cause the way I live is something they could never understand
Fully invested in everything I do
So I’m sorry but that leaves no room for you
Yo, cause to me it ain’t wishin’ it’s a requirement
When your debts preventin’ your parents from retirement
So when I rhyme you hear intention in my voice
Plus I’m unsigned but my independence ain’t a choice
But I’ve been chosen you could read it in my palms
Or find it in the Bible, you could see it in the Psalms
Loyal to a fault so my feet’ll never fall
And was raised by a Dad who never cheated on my Mom’s
My biggest doubters are the ones who now believe in me
My old fans could give a shit about my new release
Cause it ain’t hardcore, tellin’ me I’m off pitch
I’m heartbroke and don’t remember when it all switched
Regardless I’ll continue to spit as you could see
My old producers still been hittin’ me with newer beats
Peace to Marxman and to his beat machine
I’m grateful and can’t express how much it means to me
Cause those that know God and turn to him in petenance
Will find satisfaction in his remembrance
So when I glow I get permission to shine
Plus I would never write a rhyme to waste my listener’s time
People dyin’ in the street cause they can’t eat
All from tryin’ to explain what you can’t teach
That’s like tryna draw somethin’ that you can’t see
All from tryna be someone that you can’t be
(Chorus)
Cause most people think I’m lonely when I smoke
But truthfully I love it, it’s my only way to cope
Cause I’ve been havin’ a shitty old day
As my Ex would say I’m feelin’ “Pretty Okay”
I ain’t complainin’ I ain’t fishin’ for blues
I’m just sayin’ we’ve been put in a position to lose
Cause I’ve been havin’ a shitty old day
As my Ex would say I’m feelin’ Pretty O-kay
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12. |
What's the Point?
03:09
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What’s the Point?
(Verse 1)
Once I complete the verse I speak the words till each occurs
Without a reason first at least just for releasin’ nerves
But not embarrassing that I’m white’ll make it even worse
Put in work until they respect me as an MC like Serch
That’s why I keep it pure to reinsure for he and her
That they can see their worth, defeat the urge, and beat the curse
If that don’t work then take a hit from this joint
Cause if life you didn’t enjoy than you’re missin’ the point
This wisdom is joined with izm as I blaze up my grass
Relayin’ raps tryna escape from the day I just had
And zone by mistake on a quote that I wrote for the page
It’s almost too late for me now as far as goin’ on dates
Rollin’ up 8ths religiously before I put this mic to rest
That’s why each rhyme I’m writin’ next is like it’s life or death
While puffin’ izm till I’m stoned and bars get written best
I’m just a victim of my own artistic discontent
So if you see me take a verse too seriously
It’s cause there’s something that I’m tryna work through spiritually
So-so unless I get to finish as I write this poem
You can probably bet that I’m gonna spend this night alone
And if I do happen to finish up this same painting
Keep in mind that only satisfies today’s craving
With too much passion at hand to not reveal it
I’m kinda crazy and understand that Sam’s a lot to deal with
(Chorus)
Cause I love rollin’ up to smoke a ton and flow to drums
And never opened up to go for love but hope it comes
So now I’ve been figuring how to balance both at once
But you would think by how I’m livin’ that I’ve chosen blunts
Cause I love rollin’ up to smoke a ton and flow to drums
And never opened up to go for love but hope it comes
So I’ma write another rhyme and light another joint
It’s cool but if you’re losin’ love for it then What’s the Point?
(Verse 2)
Plus it’ll probably leave my lungs destroyed
For all those years of packin’ weed into this loveless void
Yet I’ll admit it’s still fulfilling and fun
Spillin’ lyrics with feeling until inner healing is done
Yet I would still do this even if I didn’t get paid
Matter of fact I never have and still deliver the same
So when I pass away this is what I’ll have to display
I’ll be craftin’ gettin’ blazed till the last of my days
And I realize that this may be meaningless to you
But there’s a feeling and a mood that I reveal with every tune
What you’re dealing with is truth like you’re steering off of shrooms
Through the ceiling to the moon like a helium balloon
Press repeat and then resume as I continue to do
Not only writing songs but edit my own videos too
This kid is the truth, it’s evident I’m blessed with a presence
Yeah I want success but not if lovers have to be Ex’s
(Chorus)
Because I love rollin’ up to smoke a ton and flow to drums
And never opened up to go for love but hope it comes
So now I’ve been figuring how to balance both at once
But you would think by how I’m livin’ that I’ve chosen blunts
Cause I love rollin’ up to smoke a ton and flow to drums
And never opened up to go for love but hope it comes
So I’ma write another rhyme and light another joint
It’s cool but if you’re losin’ love for it then What’s the Point?
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13. |
I'll Get a Job
02:48
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I’ll Get a Job
(Verse 1)
Honest to God, I promise I’ll Get a Job
If that’s what it takes for me to be with you by your side
I’d give up my day’s funds just to pay for your sons
I would work for 8 months just to take you to lunch
Cause to me that’d be the most meaningful reason to spend
I would even work the weekend to see you again
Cause we all got our own life to live
I would work a night shift for my wife and kids
Shit, but who am I really kidding for funk’s sake
It’s only a matter of time before I’m writin’ on lunch breaks
No matter how much I pretend it’s okay
I’ll probably never settle or have the intention to stay
For this type of lifestyle I was not designed
Tryna juggle rhymin’ live with a 9 to 5
Part time when I vibe in the booth refocused
Gave it 2 weeks then gave it my two weeks notice
But I swear when I say
(Chorus x 2)
I’ll Get a Job right now, if you want me to. I swear
(Verse 2)
See for years I’ve been rhymin’ now I’m findin’ it funny
Investing all of my time but not a dime of my money
Cause to me it’s more than rap, it’s therapeutic to me
One of the only Fordham grads who never used his degree
Cause I’m an MC so to me music is first
Lookin’ stupid when they ask me what I’m doin’ for work
Which in turn, makes me feel cynical and depressed
Thinkin’ I should get a job and be miserable with the rest
A pain in the neck and a waste of well breath
I’ll gain their respect if I embrace myself less
I understand there’s maturity in security
But I gotta be honest I don’t understand the urgency
Like it’s some kinda crucial life or death emergency
So I’ll be workin’ overtime to lessen your concern for me
But first just let me finish these couple of verses up
And if it doesn’t work there ain’t no need to worry cause
(Chorus x 2)
I’ll Get a Job right now, if you want me to. I swear
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14. |
People That You Knew
03:10
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People That You Knew
(Verse 1)
Yo I never thought that I would have enemies in this life
Till I dedicated myself as an MC on this mic
Guess it comes with the territory when publicly spittin’
Talk is cheap so everybody can afford an opinion
But I’m an artist and I come from within
I guess there’s somethin’ about me that must get under your skin
Why is it that the words I’ve written always get on your nerves?
And what is it I have that you think I didn’t deserve? Huh?
I’m just a human like you in the same shoes
Who chose to obey the game’s rules and to pay dues
There’s no excuse for the doubt that you think
Two faced as the truth’s comin’ out when you drink
Kept friends close without knowin’ my enemies were closer
My fault for trustin’ you further than I could throw ya
Watch who you allow in your circle of pals
Cause there’s a fine line between a sly smirk and a smile
(Verse 2)
So here we go different day same witty flow
Same kid that’s been hatin’ on every video
Cause overall I’m met with honest respect
But yet there’s always that one person who’s just not as impressed
So he makes it known sending me anonymous threats
Assassinate my character to make my confidence less
Through pompous attempts, he comments obsessed
But you can come and see me live dog, I’m calm in the flesh
Delusional thinking you won this fight
Cause now on every track you went and added one dislike
But you could never penetrate the skin of a rebel
Tryna put my faith in question I’m convinced you’re the devil
And it’s sad to see animosity showin’
Cause the harsh reality is that I probably know him
From all the personal attacks and resentment
Man I can sense it, we probably once had a friendship
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15. |
What Good is it?
03:05
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What Good is it?
(Verse 1)
Cause I’m not only a participant but student of the subject
So I’m not interested if it’s been proven unproductive
Just look at all I’ve been able to pull without a budget
Plus not to mention all the endless bullshit I’ve put up with
So if success I don’t achieve for my dream’s sake
I’ll still have plenty reason to believe and to keep faith
Regardless if I’m missin’ or I’m meetin’ release dates
If you didn’t listen then it would be a complete waste
But fortunately the more that I struggle
All that torture only forces me to pour in it double
And I don’t have the money yet but thank God for my fans
Cause unlike my friends I can’t count ‘em all on my hands
And just doin’ it for me isn’t enough
Well it was until I discovered my listeners’ love
As they tell me it’s important and I felt you were right
So every rhyme that I design is meant to help you in life
(Verse 2)
Cause otherwise all this time would not be justified
And must confide that most these rhymes were written drunk and high
But never prone to decreasing my honed skill
Cause that’d be like me writing to a beat that I don’t feel
Reachin’ for a deal that’s as cheap as any thrill
Or seekin’ for appeal if the reason isn’t real
A soulless mannequin because you’re livin’ spiritless
But couldn’t handle what you wished if you were given it
So what good are a lyricists words?
If in turn the verses don’t increase the listener’s worth?
It wouldn’t be complete until they understood what you speak
Like what good is a beat you wouldn’t want to put on repeat?
And stood to your feet and lifted up your tush from the seat
Yet so smooth too that it could probably put you to sleep
That’s why I’m slept on, which provided me with pressure
And can argue is the reason that I’ve gotten even better
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16. |
Never Needed It
02:57
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Never Needed it
(Verse 1)
For so long I thought I needed their council
Sellin’ myself short feelin’ indecent and doubtful
My parents always told me never speak with a mouthful
If you can’t change them then change the people around you
I never rapped because I needed attention
I need to walk around with a crew full of yes-men
Don’t need henchmen to applaud your acceptance
And Lord knows I don’t need more forced friendships
I don’t need your insecurities or stubborn fears
And I don’t need people who only tell me what I want to hear
Keepin’ it movin’ so these problems won’t be re-occurring
Seekin’ approval cause I thought I needed reassurance
But I’ve been fortunate and blessed with health
And never needed your permission to express myself
Some people’s levels of perception are so low
That they can only show respect to people they don’t know
Others root for you as long as they can come and visit
But don’t want you on the train unless you got an extra ticket
Repeatedly defeated by these clever deviants
So keep it cause it’s easy to see that I Never Needed it
(Verse 2)
So it’s back to where I started hidden deep in my roots
Always been a solo artist, never needed a group
Never needed alcohol, never needed your dope
What good is drug abuse when you just tryna speak from the soul?
I never needed a bong like I needed my Mom
And I never believed in God till I headed the Quran
I never needed your intake or your help
All I ever needed was a little faith in myself
Never doubted and proceeded with a pen and pad
To realize I never needed what I didn’t have
And through the grief I never needed a girlfriend
Even though at times I know it feels like the world ends
And never needed medication for night chills
And never needed pills to experience life’s thrills
I’m done complaining and revolving the trapped door
You gave me everything there’s nothing more I could ask for
Ironically that’s why we celebrate birthdays
To try to remind us of why we’re here in the first place
Cause you can’t bring that load of baggage on the road
So that means that all those old unhealthy habits gotta go
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17. |
The Man on the Flyer
04:58
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The Man on the Flyer
(Verse)
It all started from a Facebook event
That I saw was reposted on the page of a friend
I never clicked on it though or ever thought of it then
Until I went on Instagram and then I saw it again
It read “Ultramagnetic MC’s” in bold letters
With a man underneath it in a Gucci coat leather
So I figured if I went I’d get the chance to meet
Some legends at 168 Delancey Street
So l looked to see what time it was happenin’
A music lounge on the lower east side of Manhattan
So I went the next week to the Delancey
With a couple blunts rolled with my man P
As we anxiously invite more stares
Cause we’re pretty blatantly the only white boys there
But there was no need to see ‘em as a threat
Cause by everyone we were greeted and treated with respect
Especially by that one Man on the Flyer
Which meant a lot to me and saw him as a man to admire
Then he turned and introduced me to who his homie was
And as I turn to shake his hand I see it’s Tony Touch
Which caught me off guard cause I was kinda starstruck
So we went back to the car to grab a cigar dutch
Then the guy on the flyer asked where we were headed?
I said to smoke a blunt but we’d be back in a second
He laughed then said that you don’t need to go to smoke pot
Or worry bout cops cause I run the whole block
So I sparked it right there on the spot
Then passed it to the Man on the Flyer while it was hot
He took a deep pull then told me his name
And explained how history runs deep in this game
Affiliated with Ultramagnetic MC’s
Kool Keith, Easy Mo Bee, and Immortal Technique
Poison Pen, Smoothe Da Hustler, and Lil Fame
Plus anybody else in the game you could name, insane!
So I said that I was cut from the same
Cloth he was cut from and all I’m spittin’ is flames
So I asked him for a feature and I threw him the beat
Cause we both agreed that he was gonna do it for cheap
And not only that but he’d get Skanks on it for free
And if I paid upfront then he could even get Kool Keith, jeez
Thinkin’ this could be my ticket to fame
I hit the MoneyGram the next day so he could get paid
He got the money then he gave me a call
Said he’s going to the studio today to record
And he got my verse ready to go and so does Skanks too
Just send the doe for Kool Keith and we’re cool
So I said “I just did $400 unfront”
Then he said “yeah but what about the studio son?”
“It costs about $160 for him there in the flesh,
So just send me what you can and I’ll take care of the rest”
So I sent $60 bucks to him soon as I could
Then he told me that “the money went through and we’re good”
As I waited a week, but the track wasn’t sent
With this underlying suspicion in the back of my head
So I gave him a call and asked him “What’s up?”
He said he’s away but he’d be back at the end of the month
But he’d get Kool Keith’s verse up on the song for later
Cause right now he’s on tour with Dan the Automator
I said “Damn, no doubt. That shit is dope.
But there’s one last thing I must ask before I go.
It’s about this funny feeling I had
When you agreed to do the track without hearing me rap
And then after I sent, I noticed and checked
And got a notification you hadn’t opened it yet”
So then he listened to the track that I wrote
Then called me back like “Damn bro, shit is actually dope”
Sayin’ to himself, kid is kinda nice
“I can’t even front yo I had to listen to it twice.
If you could rhyme like that I’ll find you a spot then.
Who knows I may even have to show this to Rakim”
Like “No way! I’d be honored to have my disc played”
Thinkin’ that I just finally caught my big break
If you could only see the smirk on my face
Like all these mixtapes and missed dates weren’t a waste
Basically sayin’ to me “I’m already signed”
So in my mind I feel like the world’s already mine
He spoke to me as I stayed on the line
With this self made multi king of NY
He told me how from “Off the block he survived
Through Hip Hop and how he knew Pac when was alive”
Then spoke for another 2 hours on the phone line
About my future and him giving me a cosign
Thinkin’ to myself I can’t believe he chose mine
Sent him all my music links and the whole 9
Plus if you follow him online then you’re able
To see the picture of me saying that I’m down with his label
I can’t believe it shit I actually did it
Found a way into this game now I could rap for a livin’
Thinkin’ damn this is too good to be true
As I said my prayers and blew another kiss to the moon
Went to bed late then woke up before my alarm
To a text saying “Kool Keith can’t get on the song”
I was too upset to even respond
Like everything I placed my trust in and believed in is gone
I guess through his old school affiliation
He took advantage of me and the situation
And never sent the money like I thought that he would
Made some doe off me and got away with all that he could
Even when I caught him in the middle of a lie
He still denied and never simply apologized
I can’t even fathom this lunacy behavior
Cause he’s still acting like he’s doin’ me a favor
And never budged once, damn he really got me
And through his Instagram account he even blocked me
I wish I never met that Man on the Flyer
Cause as it turns out that low life man was a liar
You gotta be careful of who you send your money to
Cause I’m not the only person that he has done this to
And maybe that’s the reason why he felt so comfortable
Cause from the jump robbin’ me was the presumptual
Respect is given never earned
Be smart or you’ll get burned, another lesson learned
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18. |
The Music Scene
03:12
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The Music Scene
(Verse 1)
Ayo these stars new in effect are far too incorrect
With cartoon intellect with all due disrespect
Your songs are quick hits then gone in the wind
So as far as lyrics I don’t even wanna fit in
Yo, cause that’s a recipe for bitter disaster
So I ain’t even technically considered a rapper
Blatantly intolerable and consciously unbearable
Cause honestly it’s terrible and not even comparable
To what I write, another night with the pen pressed
Cause I saw where they’re headed wasn’t right so I went left
Just in order to hold onto my strong soul
While most will dedicate their whole life to the wrong role
And stand in the way of the greatest and best skilled
Who play all positions but choose to stay out in left field
Including artists who were in it from the start of it
So I don’t want a part of it if it don’t got no heart in it
(Verse 2)
No matter image and regardless of status
I’ll remain one of the illest and the hardest of rappers
Relaying thoughts of pain expression with the same intention
Cause I would never change direction just to gain attention
Dyin’ my hair and buyin’ new gear
To try to appear inspired and look fly in the mirror
I’m doubted by these towns overcrowded by these clowns
Lack of lyricism that’s been overshadowed by these sounds
So most have grown bitter, given up and lost hope
Turned into a bold quitter, dissin’ on the wrong boat
Cause all these kids are either pitchin’ drugs or on dope
And none of us believe a single riddle that your song spoke
I know cause I’m that dude in the booth
Plus I’m the truth and I don’t need a tattoo as the proof
I just do what it do, blessin’ every verse that I lay
And permanently pennin’ every written word on the page
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19. |
Static's The Man
03:35
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Static’s The Man
(Verse 1)
I’m just here to bring magic to fans like alakazam
I don’t need an elaborate plan cause Static’s The Man
That’s why the fads of the new I’ll be the last to pursue
And I don’t need to act like a fool cause I’m actually cool
So spewin’ factual truth, I’d be happy to do
But if you clowned me in the past I ain’t rappin’ for you
Who laughed hard and kept dissin’ with a primitive cause
I’m the last artist spittin’ with original thoughts
I’ma keep expanding with my old organic approach
And I’ma speak it candid just to let you amatuers know
Then release an anthem or two to let my stamina grow
I don’t need a manager just someone to handle my doe
Yo, and put in front of new fans at new shows
But if you’re askin’ me to conform then the answer is no
Cause on my own I’ll be standin’ alone and handin’ em hope
The only thing we agree on’s that I’m the man and I’m dope, yo
(Chorus)
I’ve made moves that I’d later regret
I’ve paid dues now all I gotta do is pay off my debts
Yes, and gained fans that are based on respect
Which is great but in the end doesn’t equate to a check
Yet still the fads of the new I’ll be the last to pursue
And I don’t need to act like a fool cause I’m actually cool
I’m just here to bring magic to fans like alakazam
And don’t need an elaborate plan cause Static’s The Man
(Verse 2)
But I ain’t sayin’ I get ladies with ease
I’m just sayin’ check out the flavor in my cadence of speech
Plus besides, never again will I be breakin’ my knees
For a flaky, shady, lady who won’t say thank you or please
Plus messin’ with my weed, I’m passionate, that’s why I’m adamant
So leave marijuana out of it cause I’m an advocate
Dope, speed, and coke will only lead to decay
So don’t believe what they say and smoke weed everyday
Ayye, but yo, that alcohol ain’t gonna help you
It’s gonna be your downfall I tried to tell you
Plus you don’t want to receive fees and penalties
Cause with police like these who needs enemies?
It’s like a label introducing itself
To a newer artist offering an illusion of help
Including your wealth, surrounding you with all these “friends”
Then sign a bad contract off of false pretense, yo
That’s why I’m mumblin’ from under my breath
Cause I’m always skeptical that it’s gonna come with a catch
Cause whenever something seems too good to be true
It usually is, whoop di diddly doodly doo
As my trust lessens with every payment that gets delayed
At this point I’m basically waitin’ to get betrayed
Plus was never one to get rich off clout
I know my worth and I’ve been gettin’ all ripped off out
(Chorus)
I’ve made moves that I’d later regret
I’ve paid dues all I gotta do is pay off my debts
Yes, and gained fans that are based on respect
Which is great but in the end doesn’t equate to a check
Yet still the fads of the new I’ll be the last to pursue
And I don’t need to act like a fool cause I’m actually cool
I’m just here to bring magic to fans like alakazam
And don’t need an elaborate plan cause Static’s The Man
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20. |
Off of the Grid
03:01
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Off of the Grid
(Chorus)
It’s cool at first but then the fun don’t last
Cause all I really learned is how to get a blunt rolled fast
Wonderin’ why I always had to treat my lungs so bad
Then decided to take a walk down this unknown path
Then wander off as I ponder thoughts as I drift
While rappers trying to get on, I’m getting Off of the Grid
What’s the point of making music if nobody can hear it?
I’m a spirit it’s not for you to love, hate, or revere it
(Verse)
Yo so to conform for the fans I’m not
I’m tryna find some random spots and abandoned lots
To puff pot but gotta stop for my lungs sake
But need a spot where I can go to jot on my lunch breaks
And if I’m not writin’ I’m a lyrical analyst
And never disrespected Canibus cause I’m a fan of his
And LL, KRS, Kool G are still a beast
Along with Killah Priest and all the other Killa Bees
My favorite rappers are less popular than ever
Cause lyricism nowadays seems not to be the measure
So I bet that my next album you cannot predict
Just when you think you had me figured out I do the opposite
But how could I ever feel proud of an accomplishment
When constantly reminded that I ain’t bring any dollars in
Overly critical bout shit they didn’t listen to
But unpredictable because I’m still original
My vision’s inspired at an ever changing pace
With a specific acquired discriminating taste
That as you grow begins to change with age
Unless of course you stopped learning and remain the same
So don’t worry bout me cause I’m good
Since I found a way to live and not be understood
And been the most productive with the least
Cause I’m a beast, you just front constructive with critiques
I write for anyone who’s willing to listen
Cause it could be of benefit if they could feel it within them
Then I’ll break through the ceiling with infinite possibilities
Cause whoever you’re feeling is killin’ it’s not as ill as me
Unless you listen to the same shit as me
Which I doubt cause I’m deep within the chambers with heat
Diggin’ in the crates until I’ve perfected myself
I promise that you’ll never get this style from anywhere else, yo
Cause these are only songs that I could tell
Written with a listener in mind but not so I could sell
Cause it’s my life which is mine that’s it
And ain’t changin’ like Larry David with a Seinfeld script
But not equating what I say to his show
But I would say no just to keep creative control
Yo, so keep your concern to yourself
Cause the more that you’re projecting it the worse you can tell
(Chorus)
It’s cool at first but then the fun don’t last
Cause all I really learned is how to get a blunt rolled fast
Wonderin’ why I always had to treat my lungs so bad
Then decided to take a walk down this unknown path
Then wander off and ponder thoughts as I drift
While rappers trying to get on, I’m getting Off of the Grid
But what’s the point of making music if nobody can hear it?
I’m a spirit it’s not for you to love, hate, or revere it
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21. |
You Oughta Know
04:01
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You Oughta Know
(Verse 1)
So check the audio, I just thought You Oughta Know
That you left me all alone when you went up off and go
We coulda talked, but no what you did was awfully low
Probably cause you lost your soul and lately I’ve been on a roll
Secluded in my special musical zone
And it’s been beautiful to grow while stayin’ true to my own
But nobody should have to do it alone
And later on I’m sure those actions you won’t choose to atone
Cause whatever it is you’re doin’ this for
Has a root to its core which for you is rude to ignore
And too immature, but what I want for you is a cure
Cause whatever it is just know someone’s been through it before
All you need is self love and devout prayer
And a reason to wake up driven without fear
Cause you’ll never prosper full of doubt scared
And may have to go elsewhere but know that they’re out there
(Chorus)
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll
(You Oughta Know) That you’re never alone dog
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll
(Nobody has to do it alone)
(Verse 2)
But to be honest I’m so used to being solo
And doing it all myself that I could really use some promo
Cause overall they didn’t root for me as locals
But that’s okay cause now my fan community is global
Not to insult you but you slept up on me comfortably
And most the times I felt like I was dreaded in your company
Probably because you never could keep up with me
And hold a grudge for me cause you regret who you’ve become to be
Begrudgingly, unfulfilled how their lifeline went
Searchin’ for a thrill through a pill despite time spent
I just want someone to chill and write rhymes with
Willing and like minded, still I just can’t find it
Cause personally the funk I never faked once
Or changed up on another brother to chase stunts
So I don’t hang with many peers cause they judge
My friends change every seven years like taste buds
(Chorus)
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll
(You Oughta Know) That you’re never alone dog
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll
(Nobody has to do it alone)
(Verse 3)
So I don’t make my daily regiment known
So when I’m in the studio I just pretend to be home
Plus one with God so I’m never alone
Plus not to mention the connections in my cellular phone
But I’m regularly stoned, people can tell by my tone
Cause it’s the medicine that helped me go to fend for my own
Then once I get it I set it in sediment stone
Then for the record I set it to let it be known
Yo, the only guy I can rely on is I
And the only guidelines I abide to is God’s
But not the kind you can find in the sky
Cause the inner workings of God weren’t designed for the eye
In fact our connections derived from inside
So your given talents I wouldn’t advise you to hide
But it’s really up to you in due time to decide
To subscribe or deny to what’s divinely aligned
(Chorus)
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll
(You Oughta Know) That you’re never alone dog
(You Oughta Know) You Oughta Know Ya’ll (Nobody has to do it alone)
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Everything Happens for a Season (Outro)
(Verse)
If you only knew what I went through to bring this music to you
Maybe you wouldn’t undermine me like you usually do
Learning how to live alone again this pad has been my only friend
I wrote it in the past and’ll be captured when it’s spoke again
But no matter how great a moment you have
By the time you know it everyone’s moved on it and passed
So stay in the present whenever it’s presented
Remembered for your efforts and what’s left when we’ve ascended
That’s why I’m religiously grippin’ this pen
Because the last time I quit was when my discipline went
My mission went left, but no I wasn’t finished just yet
Forgive and forget, in life you learn to live and to let
But seemed to take it personal at every turn that I took
Made every mistake that I could until I learned by the book
But now I’m finally afoot, they’re not concerned as they look
And don’t bite the bate cause I could see it’s a worm on a hook
But back then, I felt I wasn’t worthy of worth
And if your intent was purposefully hurt me, it worked
So when I flow just know my soul is at stake
And I didn’t grow by mistake, yo I know that I’m great
It seems there’s more MC’s now than fans
But in the end there’s not many albums that sound like Sam’s
But understand cause I was just like you
Tryna figure out a way that I could clutch mics too
But if you could only see how much I’ve grew
And positive that you probably had a tough life too
We all do, I’m not sayin’ you can’t be better than me
I’m just sayin’ that you can’t do it more consecutively
So quite F’in with me, cause this was destined to be
I put my life in this and soon I’ll be a legend to be
Once every record’s released with immeasurable feets
And every lesson’s been teached and the message’s received
Not every Little Leager makes it to the Major Leagues
The same’s for music, same for anyone who’s chasin’ dreams
That get crushed whether you flunk or achieve them
And make you hate the people that you used to love when you meet them
So I keep it perfectly honest with students
Unless you really love it I wouldn’t advise you to do it
And plus I’ve always been good at this shit
Regardless of the fact other people just couldn’t admit
Probably cause I’m vulnerable and I don’t look as legit
But these words become immortal with every book that I script
These songs are my life, with all of my might
Express myself whether you think it’s wrong or it’s right
I’m shinin’ so bright it’s blindin’ your sight
So quit denyin’ I’m nice, these rhymes are my life
And I’ve been round long enough to know that nothing lasts
And in the end the righteous always have the upper half
(Chorus x 2)
So in these tracks, I’ve captured what I’m dreamin’
I’m rappin’ for a reason, only facts that I believe in
Unless it’s tragic know it’s only lasting for the weekend
All Things Must Pass and Everything Happens for a Season
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The Opposite Problem
(Verse)
Just another day of tryna make the pen jot
But for whatever reason I ain’t doin’ the best job
No calls, texts, or emails up in my inbox
Writer’s block, you could almost hear a pin drop
I feel like I could never finish what I start
With the same beat on repeat while I’m sittin’ in the dark
Damn, these are truly the worst times
Tryna write a rhyme but I’m stuck on the first line
I’m throwin’ darts in the dark
Spiritually from the heart and left a mark with this art
Yet I can hardly think
And am selective with what I spit when I’m carving this ink
So every bar is a tattoo
And once you got one it’d be hard not to have two
But my inner critic’s stuck in the way
And I’m very aware that it’s rare I’ve got nothing to say
Cause everyday there’s always something to express
But today I just can’t come up with nothin’ I’m a mess
And that’s why I feel hollow and won’t speak
Cause this writer’s block cloud’s been followin’ all week
So now I’m drawin’ a blank
Even though I know I got plenty more in the tank
But nothin’ worthy of writin’
So I’m in bed late in the afternoon, up early at night and
On most days I would’ve made up a whole rhyme
But now I’m shooting blanks steady wasting my own time
Impatient with no grind
Terrified and scared to hit the stage when it’s go time
Underdog, I’m deranged and exhausted
Something’s off thinking maybe I lost it
Or maybe someone laced the tree I was puffin’
Cause I couldn’t even see and was way too eager to function
Yeah, in spite of your tears
What you’re witnessing here is a writer’s worst fear
This shit is makin’ me nauseous
Like somebody just flipped the creativity off switch (flick!)
Feels like I gotta spell or curse to break
Shakin’ nervous got me searchin’ for a word to say
Like maybe I shouldn’t be holdin’ a mic
But then again I wouldn’t even really know what it’s like
(Chorus x 2)
So ya’ll are not gonna stop him
I mean just look at all the different concepts I’m jottin’
Yeah, So writer’s block’s not an option
Cause to be honest yo I’ve got The Opposite Problem
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