[Verse 1]
Forcing myself to write just doesn’t seem right
Feels as good as sippin on a McDonald’s sprite
But when I’m ready it’s steady
Line after line
Make some shit that’ll shine
Murder the beat like it’s beyond a crime
Leading like I’m Optimus prime
Drop my Rhymes on you like Nickelodeon slime
I rap for money
But don’t be a dummy
If your tummy can’t handle it
Sit out
This shit ain’t for the weak who live in doubt
If you don’t believe you won’t succeed
If you don’t trust then you’re guaranteed to bust
It’s okay to worry but you should figure out early
See I can write a line
And get a sign that it can turn into a song
So I keep going and it turns out strong
So as I’m going along
I rehearse every verse
Sometimes I sound worse but the final product will have you pulling out your purse
Immerse you in the world of mine
Sending shivers down your spine
Like how far did this man have to climb
I’ll tell you
Had to change my view
My perspective
Had to take corrective action
Realized I needed to find a passion
And explain what happened
So I fastened my seat
And went 90 down the street
I’m trying to greet death
But At least let me release this album before my last breathe
I’m at peace
This shit was the grease to my gears
I’ll be forever traumatized by the shit that went into my ears
Hypnotized by the human brain
Like oh maybe they are insane
Well how can I gain
I guess by creating my own lane
Working through my pain
[Verse 2]
I’m on some fuck you type shit
But your not worth more of my time when I spit
Okay maybe a bit
I mean I had to sit through it
So mine as well get through it
My childhood was like I was chaotic good
But everyone else said fuck him
While I was just trying to be understood
It fucked my mood up
Always depressed
Wish I had a girl with a big booty and nice breast
That I can talk to when stressed
And you know the rest
I guess I’m on a quest to fix this mess
We call a rap game
Like why you all mumbling
All humbling
Thinking you can rap
Like I don’t want to hear about your strap
Unless you really came up in the trap
Half the shit they say I call cap
But forget that
Cause if you want real shit
Here I am
Now sit down and eat your green eggs and ham
Forcing myself to write just doesn’t seem right
Feels as good as sippin on a McDonald’s sprite
But when I’m ready it’s steady
Line after line
Make some shit that’ll shine
Murder the beat like it’s beyond a crime
Leading like I’m Optimus prime
Drop my Rhymes on you like Nickelodeon slime
I rap for money
But don’t be a dummy
If your tummy can’t handle it
Sit out
This shit ain’t for the weak who live in doubt
If you don’t believe you won’t succeed
If you don’t trust then you’re guaranteed to bust
It’s okay to worry but you should figure out early
See I can write a line
And get a sign that it can turn into a song
So I keep going and it turns out strong
So as I’m going along
I rehearse every verse
Sometimes I sound worse but the final product will have you pulling out your purse
Immerse you in the world of mine
Sending shivers down your spine
Like how far did this man have to climb
I’ll tell you
Had to change my view
My perspective
Had to take corrective action
Realized I needed to find a passion
And explain what happened
So I fastened my seat
And went 90 down the street
I’m trying to greet death
But At least let me release this album before my last breathe
I’m at peace
This shit was the grease to my gears
I’ll be forever traumatized by the shit that went into my ears
Hypnotized by the human brain
Like oh maybe they are insane
Well how can I gain
I guess by creating my own lane
Working through my pain
[Verse 2]
I’m on some fuck you type shit
But your not worth more of my time when I spit
Okay maybe a bit
I mean I had to sit through it
So mine as well get through it
My childhood was like I was chaotic good
But everyone else said fuck him
While I was just trying to be understood
It fucked my mood up
Always depressed
Wish I had a girl with a big booty and nice breast
That I can talk to when stressed
And you know the rest
I guess I’m on a quest to fix this mess
We call a rap game
Like why you all mumbling
All humbling
Thinking you can rap
Like I don’t want to hear about your strap
Unless you really came up in the trap
Half the shit they say I call cap
But forget that
Cause if you want real shit
Here I am
Now sit down and eat your green eggs and ham
( Nick Kopel )
www.ChordsAZ.com