This is me, my heart, and soul. I hope you enjoy my words.
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:58
Story behind the song
Topic is Allow Me To Introduce Myself
Lyrics
So, um, hi, my name is Weck.
No I’m not the kinda guy most of you would expect
No, I’m not the kinda guy who you’d think would’ve stepped
Through a booth’s door, let’s cut the bull sh** and reflect
on who I was, am and possibly will be
Poetry writer first? Sorry I’m guilty.
Lyricist next? You could say I’m filthy.
And Third rail’s Engineer? (ALL ABOARD) Yes, really
I even f*** with instrumentals when the sh** moves me
like Rap artists only sometimes f*** groupies
That means I’m in a two piece and I’m on duty
Calm, cool and collected when music’s moving
Through the speakers and the reefer all the way to your receivers
Once you tune in you could turn into believers
That this dude be spittin ether making instrumentals bleeders
I know right? I can hardly believe it either.
Yes, you heard me. Not wack, not weak, not wick
And, oh, yeah, the beat I’m spitting to put together all it
Cuz the ones I heard on jamglue, was thinking, “damn, dude”
I could make something that sounds way better brand new
Another of my abilities loopin beats ridiculous
And if you break em down they match up meticulous
The scripts be writ in chicken scritch, flavored licorice
With so much proof they almost made jaeger’s list
But no hope for the alcoholic faithful
if you’re inebriated get more faded like they made you
But do it like you love it, like you bout to fly back
to your home away from home, a hole in Iraq
A bone that I lack as moments fly past
is tears welling up if the focus is type sad
I know it’s my bad if emotions lie flat
Sorry, Katie, if I could I’d give your first time back
Heard enough from me? Well, tough luck. I don’t give a sh**
Apathy is trappin me and writin more just fits the script
Can ya’ll tell the difference? Why not ask the witnesses
ask the inner beings coming out of where my wrists were slit
Suicidal? Nah, my vitals idled. I just felt stale
a clear path from my notepad? that’s hell’s trail
my freewrites require readers to harness so much energy
in my mind a quantum leap is just a skip to me
But see? it’s all mentally. mind matters utmost
I do what I do, but I try to do it with gusto
if what’s up goes in the direction of failure
I dust myself off, that’s a lesson learned for later
You could call me jack of all trades, master of none
But, you’d be wrong. the mastery’s begun
that about sums me up for those that don’t notice
Now everyone that knows me can’t act like you don’t know this
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