[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...