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Writer's Block
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #4,733
Peak in subgenre #2,577
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RapNameTBD
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October 27, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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sometimes, when i think up rhymes they become so long that the memory's gone i cant get them down on the paper in time so i find it damn hard to write in a song sometimes i think that my flow is sick but like a fat girl in a thong i know its wrong when i think i slip i learn to crack the whip and spit some sick sh** that'll make you flip but this is writers block, its killin me now i got my pen to the pad and im holdin it down im iller than a patient sufferin from dystrophy its a miricle that i make lyrical calligraphy where did that come from, a spurt of intelligence if my pen were a baby put me away for negilgence i find it played out that raps all the same way now about guns and drugs 100% but kanye now here comes my writers block, i just lost my thoughts i cant continually write im not a robot all i hear about is coke rocks and dope spots but does anyone remember when 50 cent got shot? you see thats the problem, everyone and their mother knows thats why im with Jin when he said ruck the radio im a toys R us kid, i never wanna grow up and thats the number one reason why ill never blow up i dont have no rims with 24 inches or videos with cash, jewels, cars or b*** es if you need that sh** it prolly diverts attention from the fact that you have nothing important to mention im spent son, runnin like i was george jetson i nex them, deamons from my head and i reckon that i can rap silly no packin mack millies no ridin through the city on motorcycle wheelies just laying chilly notepad starin at the ceilin rhymes comin to my head such a beautiful feelin im blessed to this day with verbal weaponray biological warfare, your chest decay social welfare, collect your check today no vest on your chest, blow your neck away im rappin on a tangent with no linear thought ironic how that happens cus its not what i sought i planned to write a song with a theme but im brought to nothingness, im running but i dont wanna get caught up in bull sh** like rappers do when they flaunt screw what yall want, imma do what i got to do on the spot so i can get my ass to the top like ludacris, im commin for that number one spot i dont pop the most locks or cop the most rocks but rappers lyin to themselves wannabe shock jocks all wordy in their rhymes cus their b*** es talk a lot drownin out the message like its boilin in a pot strangled off the meaning like a hypo blood clot when you makin up words to disguise your writers block it can happen if you not in it for the love showin off your money to the b*** es in the club got nothin in ya head spittin game like a scrub standin for ya wallet sittin lame like a duck all ya gotta say is get crunk and hands up but what ya gonna do when nobody stands up? have the power to devour all your foes in an hour or end up lookin' soft as a flower, sit and cower while i rip you right out your eddie bauer im gettin hot on this beat gonna need a cold shower i dont need validation i know that im hot even when i got a case of writers block ...now take the beat back
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