[Jayy Lee]
They say it can't rhyme so to be inventive
You gotta rearrange lines 'til they innovative
Renovating thoughts 'til they start creating art
Then take away the beauty 'til you're only left with parts
That's where the pain shines, and the light comes out
I'm full of ANGST, anger makes the doubts come out
So when I'm up against the grain, and the time runs out
You know meanings run deeper than what clocks can count
Uh, I'm talking 'bout the poetry, though it's no SECRET
'cuz every time I speak, you know my beats leak it
Peaks keep it pushing like a MARATHON
'cuz every other beat I'm on is like another mile gone
I'm feeling ANXIOUS
But if heaven's near my time is here--I'm all arms
Palms pressed against the atmosphere I hang on
But if music's my calling
Then every other lines just another call I answer
Just to take a chance on
In the MIDST of something greater
I cater, to the haters criticism, 'cuz they idolize creators
Curator on the microphone, disintegrating fables
Flipping tables on these rappers cutting cables if they're losing focus
You're hopeless when it comes to stacking OPUS
It's something bogus, while you're writing I hope you notice
You're mind's locked in boxes, I'm building bridges
'til I'm out of bounds, making rounds
'cuz it's OBVIOUS I'm the best around...