Blood Type - Writer's Block lyrics

[Verse One] Yo, visualizing the realism of life and actuality You have to love or think or at least have the right mentality But in reality, Chief just steady on a mission Decipher my vision, write it all in this composition Ain't no competition, just listen, follow the rhythm Flow's come with some itching, just put yourself in position In addition, it helps if you ain't spitting fiction Be lifted and never getting conflicted with decisions But even though I'm right, it's like I'm in a fight with myself In the light, trying to follow my advice with my pen in my hand And I'm staring at this book and I'm shook Should I write the verse or the hook? I let the music feel my veins and my heart just pumps I try to stand like a tree but I still get stumped In a slump ‘cause now I got nothing to say for the ending So I'm dumped right back to where I was in the beginning [Hook] What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? What do I say? What do I write? What do I write? What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? [Verse Two] Yo, I brainstorm as I look in my heart ‘cause I heard the beat And I ain't know where to start, I understand, ain't no rushing the art But you'll never make it to your destination if you never depart And I had a lot of time for completing this Know a lot of people will be peeping this but for now, I'm insecure And the reason is they always seems to put you on a petri dish And an*lyze each and every word and compare your verse and your life's work To every rapper that they ever heard, I see why love is such a heavy word ‘Cause you may love teaching but you're only measured by how many learn That's why I gotta get this verse out ‘cause lyrically I'm better than my insecurities and worst doubts And I say there's no stopping me but that's all in my head ‘Cause writer's block is still blocking me [Hook] [Verse Three: Emilio Rojas] I don't even write anymore, I just go write and record To take the pressure off and then I'm my worst critic So ain't sh** that you can say to me that I never said before And I don't gotta prove sh**, yeah, I write of the anger, abusive And leave the paper with bruises, black and blue ink I draw blood and it's red, the ink stains, they brains after the guns to the head Inspired by pain but I'm quiet, abstain, the fans hate when I'm quiet And that's why I get drained, sometimes I wish I never get inspired again But that would mean bye, bye to the game and I don't want that Enough of the debt, had enough of respect I'mma buy random houses with publisher checks Yeah, the flow recorded is that of a poet laureate It's even though the story hasn't come to me yet so let's go baby [Hook]