#FlashbackFridays: Verbal Diarrhea

Intro:

Stream of consciousness. Thoughts and conscious reactions to events, perceived as a continuous and uninterrupted flow.

Verse 1:

Three said, Rhythm And Poetry constitutes the R.A.P
I’m a centipede, in the body of a millipede
Trying to break free
Of this cocoon enshrouding me
But I know the longer I stay hibernating, the better I will be
Can’t you see?
Know I’m not the greatest
But fated
To be living under another’s shadow, therefore ameliorated
Hoping to be
Debated as an MC
But honestly
My rusticated skills will have to improve considerably
Internally
Questions are buzzing like a bee
Is it worth it?
What was the point in unearthing 13 year old me?
If all I do is birth tracks like all these rappers that I want to be
What do I bring to the game that is different?
Do I possess a unique vision?
Or interpretation of hip-hop’s future mission?
Am I even worth listening to?
Or am I simply saturating rap like Big Pun’s artery fat
Before the fatal heart attack
That left so many melancholy
Will I be missed thusly?
Is there any point in doing something if you’re not the best that you can be?
I rap for fun, because it’s a release
A way to squeeze all the emotions inside of me
And defecate them verbally
My personal psychiatry-ist
Screw the schism
Unnecessary divisions
Using my poetic license, so all of you who don’t agree
Can go ahead and slurp on my pee pee
Wee! wee! wee!

Chorus:
I got questions on my mind
As I’m looking for a sign
Is the path I chose right for me
Line after line
I assign
And rhyme
Patiently pine
The seconds tick into hours becoming days
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?

Verse 2:
Inspirations hard to find , I delve into other’s rhymes
But end up duplicating like kind in kind, is there no end in sight?
Resort to more drastic measures
Stimulate the pleasure
Center of my brain, measure for measure
Melt cheddar like Mozzarella
Hoping to be better, someday be on Coachella
Avant garde like Rella
Ciao Bella
To this rhyme scheme, like a dream that can’t be seen
Ingest the chocolate wonder to create bliss free
No worries, it came so easily it scared me
Is this the potential that I can be
Dependent on a green seed to actualize my capabilities
Geez louise is this how everybody else does it?
Nothing easy is ever worth it
Young Mugz, R. Frost, take the path less traveled
Virtuous, rewarding, set apart from the babble
So cackle cackle all you please but I’ll be writing
So exciting
Mind like lightning
Blitzkrieg from my minds eye to the forest of lines
Work ethic makes a man matter
No man, no fuss
A man with no weight on his back is no man, and I’m Atlas

Chorus:
I got questions on my mind
As I’m looking for a sign
Is the path I chose right for me
Line after line
I assign
And rhyme
Patiently pine
The seconds tick into hours becoming days
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?

Verse 3:
Mental puberty arrived at an early age
Old enough to make a pen bleed, dreamt of becoming a sage
Locked up in a world where fun and fantasy met, my minds cage
Reading contagion passed on from my siblings, sprinkled with my own sage
Dreamt and attempted at being an author, to no avail
Now, rapping is a way to let my mind sail
Catch a tail wind with the force of a gale
Bale the figurative water out of my ship, with this pail
Of a pen, constrained by these lines like a jail cell
Putting me through hell
Until the truth must be unveiled
I rap because I’m too lazy to write
MC Lyte Rhymes, my heart’s in the words but my mind’s in the music
Never give it my all, just showboating through it
Though shalt not misconstrue it
I love what I do, I’m just just not sure if I love to do it
Batter, batter
Think of punchline, quick, to make them go scatter
Rhymes are getting fatter
Not the PH latter
More hats than the mad hatter
What does it really matter?
I think I just became a Rapper

Chorus:
I got questions on my mind
As I’m looking for a sign
Is the path I chose right for me
Line after line
I assign
And rhyme
Patiently pine
The seconds tick into hours becoming days
How far will a man go for no pay?
How far will a man go for no pay?

LIT

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