Grab a pen, grab the mic i don't bark, I bite only if the feelings right ya i got time tonight Sit down, write a poem i let my thoughts roam deep in the metronome I explore, what's unknown cuz only time tells if the story sells glory i upheld with out a check in the mail I'm just living day to day ain't got time to fucking pray ain't got time for what I'll say I accept, ya that's OK (ok) find a way to give it all today keep on fucking fighting write and despite, if you could only see what it's doing to me I'll take one for the team that's what it means to me despite what it seems I'm for the victory History in the making I can feel the Earth shaking polar shift, from the riffs I done caused the apocalypse from my lips, words spoken provoking, like the beats it takes awhile to recognize abstract style but i keep the beats going find myself forever flowing never knowing what lies ahead until I'm dead 6ft underground all that's left is the sound preserve my memories through this fucking phantasy tragedy only follows me If I choose to please clear my mind, set it free if you could only see Maybe sometime next year you'll find the time to cheer recognize independence from my expressed resentment you'll never see me sell out not what I'm about I'm a pure fucking legend handing out free lessons every studio session I'm increasing progression I'll just turn up the treble till i reach another fucking level
