ever got that writer's block... cant write sh*t

had writer's block for a couple of weeks

Aint nothing flowin from the pen cuz of writers block
And I try ta drop some illness while tha mic is hot
yo I like it not cuz my mind has reached the deadest end
and tha better pen cant drop a verse of any messages
I keep testing it… askin peoples for ideas
I weep ta store my fear of tha leakin snores I hear
And The feeble forms I clear from my hazy frame of mind
A place ta grind and relax is what I strain ta find
And a way ta climb … and develop tha verses
Im enveloped with curses stay indwelt of tha worst shit
the pellets of murder… so im stopping ta write
my mind is locked in a fight… needin a topic thas’ tight
the pen is mockin me right… along with unfinished songs
been put asunder this long n’ what ive done isn’t wrong
n’ im fussin not calm … time fa findin a beat
cuz its timin fa me ta drop a rhyming of heat


writers block… why cant I focus n’ write
on the illest topic yo I know this is tight
writers block… nothing flows from the mind
tired of this! I need ta cough up a rhyme


and the beat plays thru the headphones and I still aint graspin nothing
aint a laughin function if I just cant fasten under
my belt of trappin hundreds of rhymes I usually spit
this dude yea hes sick but standin true ta these tricks
that are usefully quick n’ ta tha roadblock of writers
that showstops tha shiners but then doesn’t tow off the biters
that wont stop ta find a verse another someone’s beauty
now im fumbling fuming over all this thundered chewing
n’ it mus love ta ruin… yo ya took all my thought
I shook n’ then fought ta make a book of da lot
This couldnt be bought and even worse when stolen
Yo A curse is open ta people divertin hopin
While I work ta focus ta come up with another song
Throw the butter on freestyle and now I stutter long
Now I flutter on … and yo im free of this shit
Reaching tha end of this writers block speakin this bit

Chorus




Ok I got a topic… just needa create tha lyrics
Buttered like maple syrup and yall cant wait ta hear it
So jus save ya spirit… gotta get past tha target
My path is parted and I wish that I could crash the market
With My fastest sharpest rhymes offa tha dome
I cough n’ then moan but nothin sparks n’ is shown
So im pocketin loans of these words and several phrases
Ya heard tha kettle rages and sure ta settle stages
Absurd with metal crazes only written a line
Im strippin my mind… knowin it aint inta its prime
Im sick of tha times when i stay plagued by disease
N’ that blatantly freeze my mind im shamin tha pleas
Just maybe ta me … like Im displeasing my fans
if I see that I can… I know ill be what I am
N’ speak ta ya man … im overcoming this obstacle
Pockets full of ideas and now creatin a topical