Yep, ok
Does anyone even wanna hear this
Hit my target market with a near miss
Waiting for a real diss to react with a lyrical attack
Is that the only way they'll absorb
These lines rich in knowledge like Forbes
Waiting for right place, right timing
Chance is a fine thing, the rewards are blinding
The pacts are binding so feel the fake from the real
Share the stage with the great, steal the time from the world
It ain't never too late, all have potential to be great
Somewhere between effort, struggle
Clowning around, how much work and play can you juggle
Lies can you smuggle, clench your thirst like knuckles
Belt your voice, don't buckle
Writing bars in breaks, bars with breaks
Split them up, feel the pain, the aches
Up there with the greats, hanging like grapes
Living out a suitcase to living out dreams
While earning a living for myself
Be careful about the team, I guess living ain't how it seems
So with this pen i'm rewriting history
Solve my lines like a mystery, this wordplay is trickery
On a slope so slippery, there ain't no coming back
Like a split condom full of crack or a third cardiac attack
Aim to not lack the knack to earn the stacks
Aim to pin up platinum plaques and relax
Live comfy after tax but i need inroads like tampax
So i hope for the best and I plan for better
Stamp of approval, sign the letter
What's a real twitter trend setter
A mind of stone like rosetta, a go getter, jet setter
Smell the greatness in my sweater
And coin my phrase double header
Spreader the cheddar, no feta
Is that better, is that better
Yeh i'm a storm to the weather
Rap like it's a tick, don't cross my checklist, never
Who caught me breathless, ever, feeling out of place
Hang around like a necklace, yeh i need to displace
Get some space
More than superstition on this mission as we race
Born into competition, now taste my competitive spirit
Coz it seems my seams are peeling from the scenes i deal in
I never did deal in the psychological reasoning
That takes you to the floor from the ceiling
Those who said they'd seen him for a temporary feeling
Something to believe in
So don't try flattery, flatter me with reasonable imitation
Seasonal irrigation got me flooding you out my mynd
As my eyes spin behind and stare out doubt over time