Jesse Howard (Idlepresence) - Sincerely lyrics

Blessing time and describing my stature with rap Can help me capture what I'm after; With freedom of speech; speaking at will Don't take it all literal. Damn, seek it at will It's freaky sh**'s not perpetual reality Sneaky since I jot the text in full scrabbling; Clutching Hip Hop to express myself, what I'm around, from others view even the world. Rap legends teach me how I'm speaking out on beats to drop complex blots, equinoxes, speech to jot songs Next plottin; seeking thoughts Keep the props it tests ya mind As sporadic as a metronome... As sporadic as a metronome I flash my pa**ion Depths are shown; Mics grasped I rap it best when flowin; Spitting gasping seconds slowing Track my path; it's perplexed; it's shown With written raps, it's best I show 'em that pacing it's like relationships; "Not Proactiv enough." Facing it's "Throwbacks" in a flush, cold flashes in flux; hot in volume Displaced in switches like it's Santa Rita but never fashioning cuffs to this music I stay Universal like I'm French, Japanese, African, European, Asian, American, Canadian, South American, Australian... sh**... Any Continent. They can get some I state message Prints; it's bold I might break to stress it If it's shown rate most methods thinking Knowing this is life; check it pics are shown like this a poem Past rhymes and thesaurus I wrote a trip down memory lane Most spit rounds offending my brain they seem to depend to be same. Cool not me. Now I don't pack a tool no not needed Imagine life with no violence and peace and school through teachers with tools who educate bout crews feuds, posses and thugs. Street knowledge and corporation knowledge With speakers I'm Booth couth. Scholastic history is redundant. Snoop profusely or lose to it. For every race and generation I'm corroding this mic Generating positive energy Paced and it's supposed to be nice like Ice Cube saying nice things angrily You can't hang with me. Tony Hawk No label Can cla**ify me but I provoke to learn though Never claim trend or style to suit. Reminders to boot; when my master thesis was aligned; it's the rules So foul action without mind isn't cool This is a master thesis letter to the rap game, Part two