Not some first tries These were the last line’s That the master wrote After he had lost all hope The sun came in He didn’t grab ahold of the pen Momentary was his rem In his dream Fashion stating Yes of course In the beginning I wasn’t too original In the next inning I was fucking winning Hitting batting Averaging Up there were my Percentage’s Turning pages like mad How many hours passed Nobody know Then something happened to my ability To go From the beginning to the end I was caught in the whirlpool like hurricane Thunder Wind Thunder Wind Yeah Caught in the maze of mind YEAH YEAH It was impossible to finish that rhyme Let alone the sentence i had start My progress on the halt Or so i thought Really i was learning To work smart Work smart My progress on the halt Work smart Following my heart Work smart Work smart No outside ...
Now your playing with the big boys Who don’t got time for such toys In the childhood you got Acted on by the parents played with toy trucks No wonder you can’t give up Can’t give up Days pass It’s not like i’m fast But slow i take As this my dayjob i have all the day In front of my computer i stay Keys Clicking Clacking Who is that Now don’t be backtracking Keeping on that track Again we search backwards Dodging around haters Non seen that’s the DOUBLE E Something though missing IN between DOUBLE E Have you seen Where have you been Bedding on the wife Letter counts and rhyme’s Bedding on your sisters time Sticking with my ice I stick it on that So now give me some help Cause i can’t handstand Understand arrivals on dead ends DeadBeats Days pass It’s not like i was heaven sent Up your ass DeadBeats DropKicks Cup size Small and Body mass The others Cha...