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I trigger on my focus with this concept to translate to,
for my mind to free itself by this music I escape through,
pins and needles on hands like someone put the splinters on,
now am caught in sounds like the tar around a smokers lung,
This shit is my appetite quite like these drafts I write,
sights I intact at night before I will craft the Mic,
for me to look back upon my beginning sounds,
a surface to stand like the border of deserted towns,
I open an eye wide deep inside of my mind,
to find a picture from the past in where im puzzled to rhyme,
like conundrums, irritation comes to grips,
so I sweat my mind so much that my pupils start to itch,
my side kicks a stitch as I exercise my thoughts,
then it happens, the jigsaw starts to solve,
im influenced by the sound and inspired by the noticed,
now determined for to the scene to admire my exposes,
im not a half try not a bloke with sudden limits,
and im not a wise guy like these jokes who like to gimmick,
getting used to making beats being led by example,
to listen for a sound cut and paste out my samples,
before setting on the plot and creating out a concept,
making sure this track isn’t draining out with nonsense,
These days I often rhyme opposed to stereotypes,
the scenario sights that I refer to in the Mic,
to keep a rhythm attached and control inside the beat played,
then one day make the crowd sweat just like lyrical heat wave,
neatly im putting words in pages discreetly,
wouldn’t stop for no one, no not even if ye paid me,
So I take the stick given by supposedly the gifted,
sitting fucking ripping at what I thought that would have listened,
but sack it, its racket to my ears but I can hack it,
so I move on keep showing im determined to just hatch it,
this egg is getting harder but I think that time will crack it,
this hip hop rotates, its hard to keep up with fashions,
now the culture is broken into segregated passions,
I stand at the side just at a lateral position,
to make my way to the middle but it’s so hard to get admission,
because just to be honest I feel sometimes not quite destined,
to be inside the circle, as if im missing out connections,
with the others getting sorted at least been shown directions,
then I get these impressions moving on with much aggression,
but fuck it, the buzz will do,
Even though im snookered I can aim a shot out kept on cue,
not a lot will listen but still I do suspect a few,
and rest a sure I promise to keep knocking till respect is due,
