A song about constantly searching for change in your life
underground hip hop, poetry, spoken word, rooted on philosophy, and battle rhymes
I am a solo lyricist in the Seattle area trying to make waves outside of Washington. I do spoken word, battle rhymes, and elaborate on philisphical topics, religion, etc.
Story behind the song
My motivation to finish my second album inspired this song. This was the first song written off the new album
Lyrics
I used to write about what I got excited about
Taken forty’s down and passing the weed around
And then I’d see the frowns on the faces of those
Who started listening and started dissin all of my flows
They thought I was whack, I thought that I was tighter than that,
At least tight enough for them to laugh or give me some daps.
But not even that, they wasn’t even listen in
I finished rippin and they didn’t even mention the writ,
Incomprehensible the way that I was feeling at times
Nobody noticing the moment that I’m killing them rhymes
But I was still in the mind – state, to follow my faith
And destiny, to mentally, extend a pen until they mention me
Eventually I got better with my creations,
A fly demonstration, to center the conversation
Around the sound, I found to rock the town and hold it down
The one they used to clown, shares a crown with local underground
It was incredible, to be considered credibly legible
MC’s mentally, were plentifully edible
The way that I was feeling, when I first started feeling,
The feeling of catching a feeling, and feeling appealing
A feeling of fulfillment to feel the way that I did
All of a sudden catching loving for the way that I spit
I’ll never forget, the first time I really started rocking it,
Crowd jaw dropping it, and caught a compliment
The process of my progress was stressful
I wasn’t born blessed, but never settled for less
Than the best of what I offered the rest of them
I never quit, I never gave up or gave in.
And now its kinda like I’m at the point in my life
Where I can explode every time I’m holding a mic
I’m old enough to write the verse that I was too immature
To write earlier in life with experience right
In front of my eyes, I’m busting rhymes and moving the crowd
Usually searching for the purpose heard in the sound
But now that I’m at the place that I was always trying to fit in
You probably think the journeys turned to a completed mission
But honestly the traveling of baffling and stifling
And babbling is still happening because I’m fighting
In the belly of the beast, to master my potential
To strike an instrumental with the fury of a sentinel
Cause sentimentally I still struggle with the beat
There’s trouble when you try to juggle heat with defeat
Cause honestly, the worst times in my life,
Ironically happen every single time that I write
I fight to battle myself, and there will be times that I lose
If I don’t beat myself mentally I’ll never improve
And I can’t even swallow the thought, cause the second
I’ve decided I’ve arrived, is the moment I’m lost
The process of my progress was stressful,
I wasn’t born blessed, but never settled for less
Than the best of what I offered the rest of them
I never quit; I never gave up, or gave in
The progress is the processed essential
You’re less than the best when you test potential
But less than the best is the best to be
Because the best will never be a better MC.
