SC Static - Sleep Write lyrics

Verse 1) My head jumps off of the pillow and is instantly propped up I take a deep breath and hop down from the top bunk It's pitch black as I go to lock the doors As I stand wearing nothing but my boxer drawers But as I turn back I begin to shiver in freight As I walk towards my desk with the flickerin' light Every drawer is pulled out in search for pads and some pens With my rhyme book layin' open flat on the desk It's like I'm being pulled in and it's embrasing my soul By some kind of supernatural force that's taken control So I begin to write as I put in my ear buds And wipe the morning crust from the front of my tear ducts I never get to sleep I just lie in my bed spiteful You can even get me some bottles of red Nyquil I'll drink three or four and then swallow a damn pint full And even then I still wouldn't follow the REM cycle It feels like it's been well over a month since I got rest I write amongst the roaches the dust and the cobwebs Lookin' through the window at the tower in my sight Only junkies and k**ers up at this hour of the night But new words continuously creep in my mind The lines of the page are hungry so I feed them with rhymes Proof that this is real is what I'm scheming to find Cause I can't even tell if I'm awake or dreaming this time (Chorus) Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write (Verse 2) I'm about to start a new song my face harshens Scattered thoughts written along the page margins My words are filled with rage and rebellious flare My eyes are glued to the page with a devilish stare I could fill pamphlets with all the rhymes that my hand scripts I leave hand prints on every pen that my hand grips At the rate I ignite um it's kind of hard to recite um Ideas are coming so quickly that I can hardly write um The words are scribbled in the pad and have a visible depth Pierced into the paper creating a ripple effect The shade is growing dim I think I need an ink check Since I started writing I don't think that I've blinked yet Because rhymin' is like therapy and always copes MC's the best Writing all these lyrics, phrases, words, and quotes relieves the stress I write until I'm overworked and my elbows in need of rest Until my veins inflated and appear as ropes beneath the flesh So I'm leavin' several beats devoured again Horizontally parallel is the route of the pen I've lost my track of time writing for hours on end With my wrist and forearm muscles bulgin' out of my skin Cause anger, rage, and fury's what he's fin to release Cause I'm just tryna earn respect and prove legitimacy Feeling outta breath with sweat drippin' from my sleeve My hand motion slows and my fingers begin to fatigue Because I get excited for delight with the mic in hand Studying my rhymes under the light from the brightest lamp Completely focused I never loose sight for the slightest span And even when it hurts I'm gonna fight through the writer's cramp Haven't shown any emotion as I write with a straight face The ending of my rhyme is what's soon gonna take place I put down a pen with a feeling of great aid And just when I think I'm finished I wake up to a blank page (Chorus) Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write