[Monologue]
[Verse 1: Fiphel]
I like to light the fire with my lyrics when the night is dark
But I was taught the brightest lights of all are not those high on pot
Or like to mock those under them, a true fighter will not
Drop the ball when life is not quite what he wants, he'll fight till God
Returns, I like the shock, but the props can burn
Tops will turn to bottoms, turn to sides and not before I can drop
Off the earth, you think that fall will hurt? God reserves
Spots for those who he wants on earth to stop the pervs
From botching up his world, watch as his pot unfurls
Life is not a dance and not about the world, watch it twirl
On an angle, see when I put truth in my insane flow
I regain most of what I lost, makes it less painful, but it don't change that my brain's broke
But one day it's gonna be fixed again, I swear it
My spit'll be wicked again and you parrots won't be able to compare it
To anything, you ever wrote in your entire life
While you're writing, remember, only I can make that fire light!
'Cause y'all just ain't got the balls to do what I do
Standing tall and following my call to write despite you
Fools running the game, blocking the sound from my booth
So I've got two writer's blocks, like I'm in the eyes of two typhoons…
[Monologue Cont.]