Just a quick track talking about a few things on my mind.
Welcome, I am Razor, I have been rapping for a little over seven years even though I have only been serious for about 3 years.
Lyrics
I pace my thoughts, take time to chill/
Tryin to improve my flow and prune my skill/
It's been a minute since, ya'll last heard from me/
So let me tell ya'll why you aint heard me speak/
It's cause, I've been takin out time to just relax/
Focus on a few things and get stacks/
Get my mind straight/ (straight, straight)
Ease back from all the hate/ (hate, hate)
Explore some of the more finer things/
And I don't mean just clothes and diamond rings/
I mean a good rest and a clear head/
The ablity to step back and relax instead/
Get my game back on track so I can spit that heat/
That'll get dudes up onto their feet/
With a flow that's undeniably street/
That'll rip through just about any raw beat/
Cause a lot of cats wanna claim that top spot/
But they aint got the skills that blaze hot/
On the microphone, cause their hype's unknown/
They the type to moan, they just like to moan/
Cause they aint got a deal or a plack/
But they don't understand that their flow's wack/
The streets are full of 'em everywhere I go/
They tellin me that it's their time to blow/
But man... they're just clowns/
Bouncing around, thinking they'll get found/
Yo... most of these cats are just fools/
They need schoolin, let me drop a few jewels/
Don't every try and live above your means/
Or get involved in those quick fix schemes/
Cause that'll only lead to discontent/
And that discontent will lead to resent/
Stay humble, and slowly progress/
Yo man, then get to your address/
And no matter what dont try to be the hero/
Don't lost everything you've got over ego/
Cause the youth is corrupt, I dont know how they got to this/
They need to take more blood than a phlebotomist/
Every dude wanna cock and spit, like a rocket ship/
Man I dont understand the logic... what is the logic/
I dont know what the logic is, they just need to stay positive/
