J. Blaze (Baby Blaze) - Scripts. lyrics

[Blaze] Staring blankly at a canvas for hours Playing beats that for sure, I am down to devour I'm out to empower myself, with some flattery and co*kiness And I ain't gotta talk about my stature, man, it's obvious Deep and so creative, ego is inflated I don't want the money, I just wanna know we made it Down with new school kids, if people say they hate it I'll bring old school back, like the keepers of the fade did Comparable to legends, but i'm disambiguated With a pillow on the couch, shades on, faded and naked Never been nominated for awards, but deserve one Too much on my plate, like I'm half done, and dessert comes I ain't got problems, I got circumstances Half of you probably don't understand this It don't matter how I said it, I'm embedded in the stanzas Dank as f** rapper, as if my flow were like Plazma's Leave a rapper choking like a bad case of Asthma Realest without having to mention all of these gangsters Million dollar flow, but I charge em four figures Automatic so I hold whenever I pull triggers Bold and arrogant, cold and adamant With genes of a white kid who's often called extravagant They tried to pick my brain and only found upon unraveling My thoughts that when they venture in, they entering a labyrinth I'm tiny and I'm energized, my cheap lines are penny-wise f** you mean I'll never rise? I'm higher than the Enterprise Starship, stone cold, bars got no holds, so dope even in the stories that my foes told