Hard To Be Hip Hop
IP Collab
@trajik
Class and Wes once said that It's Hard to be Hip Hop
Used to write like Hitchcock, can't believe I did stop
Fixing to sit with Bics, a beat and a note pad
this verse is pretty quick, I'm needing it so bad
I wish I could go back, when Visions were Scripted
my one true love, it's clear - to this I'm addicted
don't recognize the mirror, getting educated
I'm going through withdrawals, head is vegetative
been memorizing facts, all that's filling my mind
what i'm craving like crack? multi-syllable rhyme!
but damn the craft dulls, it's difficult to be rap
needs sharpen and polish, but dropped the ball in class
@Enoch Light
It’s the passion - the madness - im fastened to rap
Fashioned a craft, perhaps im too attached to this crap
In fact I’ve passed time I think ill never have back
Or burned bridges and paths that I left dead in my past
Its sad, how fast Ive fallen to this bad habit I have
To just sit in this attic stabbing this pen to this pad
These visions are scabs ripped from this sickness I have
These scriptures are intuitions often too illicit to draft
Perhaps im complicit or just miss the freedom I had
Weakened by the thought of my talent leaving like dads
C’mon Noch get a grasp, without rap you’re nothing
Or something, Fuck it. . . . just click the submit button
.done
@KnowP
damn now that ive read and said it, I regret it
not the fetish but left out emotions, gotta click edit
hip hop gets credit for life's successful endeavors
broken and severed relationships just to get better
sittin to encrypt these hieroglyphic flips clever
taken for granted hours often left in the attic
reciting in panic, consuming more bars than weight addicts
because I get irate when the page is straight average
mental state damaged, reading chapters for exams
metaphors and similes become my notes on the pads
Smokin is bad, though fumes are coming from the ink
intoxicating shrieks of what hip hop has done to me...
@yd;
It all started for fun but now I'm heartless and numb
Fuck a fellow artist I've tried my hardest; I'm done!
Every verse that I write fuckin hurts more than slight
Cuz my wrist never healed from the gore and the knife.
Every tendon every muscle every molecule sliced
Carpel tunnel syndrome and a cyst, changed my life in a night.
I can't sign my name without grimacing instantly
So this is what gets to me,
Half a verse and a percocet to protect the little dignity
That I cant even grasp before it too, slips from me.
But this is the cost for me to be heard
My love of hip-hops strong though my words are obscured.
Take it with a grain of salt that's still fresh in my wounds,
And remember that I love you hip-hop; my body's ready to be consumed