I'm staring at the world's blankest page
White with all the angst and rage
I can't convey
Just feeling so distraught and depressed
As I imagine these lines filled
With all the sick rhyme skill
I thought I possessed
It's a pressure to produce
Its my process its slow
I got no mic presence and no progress to show
Its this project its so ambitious
It makes me wish that I could just
Sit and talk to a professional musician
Cause maybe he could tell me if I got the talent
I just wanna shoot the gift
All I wanna do is spit so bad and its sad
Cause all I wanna do is quit when the pressure hits
Pondering the prospect of failin' y'all
I get left with this sick deep feelin'
Most definite
I should sleep this off
Man you can't be this soft
Man where'd you come from
Listen son take those bedsheets from off your body
No time for rest
Don't just resign to stress
I'm the real MC that you wanted to find
And test your rhymes and get
All the thoughts in your mind addressed
Sit up a second let me answer your questions
Young bro
Open your eyes you're gonna make great music
Just open your soul and cats will relate to it
If you open your heart at least you'll escape through it
Yeah I'm scared that I will but still no one will take to it
I guess that's why I'm stuck before this opening line
Cause when my demo drops its gotta be blowin' some minds
To make some dough with these rhymes I must be showin' them I'm
What
Deaf
Cause only the deaf need to go and get signed
Just to express themselves
You can get your wealth in other ways
I ain't tryin to scam millions
Or get your love and praise
Cause god gave man brilliance
Yeah but why plan buildin' if the most I'll ever do
Is rhyme for my grandchildren
Respect
You love to get but you hate to earn
This time can be a blessing if you wait your turn
And simply stay concerned with making sure you state what you feel
When you're lacin' your reels and always elevatin' your skills
See I've learned this thing determines what it takes to get ill
And real patience doesn't mean you sit and wait for a deal
Build with local cats
Do the open mic thing
There ain't none
Then make some
You wanna be an all time great son
Cool
Do your thing
But just recognize this
Success won't make you happy
At best it make you rich
At worst it make you paranoid bitter and afraid
And either way there's no use for cash in the grave
Problems and platinum plaques
So don't let your raps detract from the bigger things in life
Cause that's a trap
For real
Yo
Tell me exactly how you got your props
One day I started working hard and just forgot to stop
If you don't stay on your rhymes you'll probably rock the spot
Around the time pigs fly like some cops with hops
But Man I'll never match
That's true
Who in the world can
Most of these cats can't even flow
Like Pearl Jam
Man I'm just playin'
But you gotta have confidence
Well what about humility
Well I'm not sayin' be pompous kid
Just recognize your ability
Cause a real MC knows if he's competent
You feelin me
Well are you feelin' me
Do I got what it takes
Well do you got a vision
A purpose
A mic
And some breaks
I know you got the passion cause I can see it in your face
And that's already more than half of these cats making tapes
I'm trying to be making papes though
School ain't my thing
All I think about is rappin' and makin' this happen and
Man I been there
Matter of fact I'm still here
Let me get some cats on the mic to explain this to you real clear
Fellows who can speak with authority
Listen：
See no need for boozy crowds clappin' their hands
I part mimics market it for target and charts with smart gimmicks
From the fresh soul for sharp witted and artistic
