The Lyricist

Dear diary, here I be droppin' some ****

But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars

I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars

I'm makin' plans now to live on Mars

Cause I got Earth on lock

See my mind is like a muse to a paper

Cause I'm used to a paper-drawn blank

Till it's got me to think

And I just dip it in my think tank

Fill it with anger and

Run straight through the lines cause I can't be stopped

And pose my will on words even if they won't

For example I make words rhyme even when they don't

With the ample vocabulary even with the quote

I make it mind on mind till I'm done with it

Cause I had fun with it

Pick it up and run with it

Score it and spike it and

Don't take a second to figure out you like it

And if you think you can find a match then strike it

It won't ignite, cause it can't fill my Nikes

With the man made lake and the dam and the dyke

And the canal it still can't float quite like

This natural feel brake your move make it night

Cause my mic sound right even when I write like this

[Verse 2]

I get up in the zone like a super saiyan

Sayin' sayin' sayin' sayin' super humans

Wan to say them over drunk n' sober

Mere mortals make a mission out of mixin' me

With masterpieces just so they can bring them home and play them over

I dip into theory till I catch their theory, it's scarier then waiting to exhale

You must know by the time I tap keys,

With relative ease I'll be contemplating my next tale

I stay steps ahead thinkin' about the reps ahead

By the time you cluin' in it's your rep I'm movin' in

It's like a double ban both side screwin' in

Your foot in your mouth and my foot in your rear end

I wanna get to the point where I don't gotta to crush the competition

Just because they wanna see my style

I'm tryin' to get to the level where the rebel see the power of my empire

And decide wait a while

[Verse 3]

Let me explain, this is expository while they shut themselves out

To open arms and harms way shook by what dreams made

Force themselves upon pond screamin they pond

That's why rappers run shallow and my ponds are far gone

Cool like cal gone just back from california and lands beyond

Lettin' foreigners hear my songs and back to spawn some more

Some on, some on, some lost, some in, some out, all in without a doubt

Some rise by sunrise, while some guys

Try to summarize those that walk in fall but can't crawl

See I'm hip to a critic, cause they hypocritic

Its critical to what I'm kickin, just a little bit political

So consider this a PSA from USA to UK

Say what you wanna say

But if you wanna say what everybody else is gonna say

Just remember don't play games with J