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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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from Struggles of an Aspiring MC, released October 25, 2022

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