[Verse 1: Tang]
It's been a while since I last kicked a rhyme, got the pad, scripted lines
Climbed up on stage and seen how the fans attempt to mime
I tried to scribe, couldn't believe half the things I'd write
Thought the problem through and found a block had hit my mind
Had plans filled with lines that were a tad juvenile
Quality of things had me filled with angst, tripping so I
Relaxed, took some time, scripting mad into the night
Polished up my sk**s coz all I really plan's to spit and shine
I still went to hiphop shows but not as a wordsmith
Peeps complained bout the long wait, but I've been worse hit
Stayed on the grind yeah I've practiced, I've been learning
It's on now: I've got the drive back so I'm reversing
Worked on some talents where I thrived unchallenged
So progress in other aspects had my mind distracted
Can't celebrate if my presence of mind's un-rapped
I had to revisit the booth to get my life on track
[Hook: Scratches by DJ Raiko]
[Verse 2: Tang]
A lot of people asked why it takes so long
Its more than just k**ing these flows when I make a song
Gotta cater to the market that I'm taking on
And gotta find the right words to make my statement strong, work it from the break of dawn
I learned some patience on this mission, learned to pace my thoughts
Faced my own deficits, made efforts where I ain't as strong
To watch it taking form was a blessing though strenuous
Coz the sessions came as haphazard drizzles instead of rainy storms
Tryna harness this gift, it don't come as I please
Truth is I'm lucky if I get to write one night a week
You can't mistake it when you get to hear something I've pieced
You know it's Tang shaking spears at your midsummer night dreams
The struggle through leads to pounds and more
Combined with the different perspective to rouse the floor
I speak from the heart and come with an astounding flow
I'm like a bunch of dynamite sticks - I'm bound to blow
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tang]
I work hard to ensure my goals stay within my view
Like a bad day at a taxi rank, been waiting for my cue
I roll alone cos peeps can also make you stray from what you do
And besides, only so much one can say within a crew
And there's a few new cats up on the streets and they fresh
Like a woman with half the bosom I'm keeping a breast
It's not all about the punches, see the streets are a mess
And it's time that we separate the weak from the best
And all the dudes that say I half step, they 9 to 5 hating
I'm like a priest, I'm just tryna pile up life savings
Hiphop is like my life support, it's why my mind's sane
So I'm not gon be here wasting your time with childish statements
Of course I'm tryna get with some money too, I'm not the first
Plus I wanna be a bright star that lit up the earth
I'm just tryna leave my mark and still fill up my purse
In fact, I wanna be like Mark and get a Shuttle's worth
[Hook]