This is for my battle verse against Stryk9. Its a topical about...
Stage Fright
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Backstage
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Deception to the brain, do I have what it takes to make it?
Its an all or nothing game, will I stand to make or break it?
The questions echo within my mind, I hide behind my seat
A heartbeat away to enrage my face with victory or defeat
My palms embalm perspiration, desperate for more direction
The words I thirst are unheard at first to prevent my perfection
So the doubt seems to grow as I’m a step closer to performing
Recollecting images of my scripts in the form of brainstorming
Close my eyes to recite a prayer, then look my face in the mirror
I take a step towards the door and the fear seems to grow nearer
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At the Top
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I embrace the faces of the crowd and try to look past the stares
Recallin all the mistakes I made the day before in my nightmare
I ensnare my verse to be dispersed vocally through my chords
Only to be caught too afraid to swallow as sweat fills my pores
My mind stumbles upon a few sketchy lines and a broken chorus
Trying hard to remember the couple of verses I wrote before this
The crowd adores this, they laugh and mock my poor performance
So it hits me, I can’t fail my dreams of signin autographs and tourin
I recall it all to enthrall the call of the crowd screamin' my name
Let loose the fear that I've felt and grab hold the meanin of fame
Threads I Hit:
'disturbed'
'Watch Me'
'Baby Blue Eyes'
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