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all I hear is...
chatterbox... and then some scattershots
try to decide if the beat running in my head is phat or not
or is it... bad enough? ... wonder what the fan'll want
so i skip ahead.... up in my head
mouth a line then I mime a rhyme, wonder if it's got some cred
nod my head... check my pencil's lead
flesh it to the flow... keep it slow
and if I start to get outta hand... I know it's gonna show
smoke some dro... just to keep it pro
pleasingly... it starts to come increasingly
cuz until recently I had thought I lost all the beats in me
and the beast in me... and my decency
the other half know why i keep my hat low
but nevermind that though because i'm back to phat flows
and I know that that shows
so I keep it real... or real enough
try to cram in as many things that sound like realer stuff
steal a puff even though it's feelin rough
cuz weed is real.... it breeds appeal
if nothing else afterwards i know i'll need a meal
a blanket and some time to heal
that's the first part... smooth as birchbark
from the first spark I know my mother had a hurt heart
God... if she only knew that I worked hard...
all I know is...
back to back... we try to shatterback
I line em blind like cataracts to keep the blacker black
jus record that as a matter of fact
can you stand it? when I get on tangents?
or how I try everytime to make it rhyme with another accent?
know you love it... that's how I planned it
sho nuff set it up... you can't get enough
got the crowd wavin random hand signs just to 'get em up!'
but I wonder... did I set em up?
sure... possibly... or maybe, was it me?
am I the only one in the room who really doesn't see?
because I know I wasn't free...
didn't write it all true... let it fall through
hey truth! didn't know you was my girl, still sorry I didn't call you
it's a shame cuz my number's on the wall too...
not in digits... scrawled in script
I keep writing even if I know you'll always call it shit
stand tall or sit... I'll take all of it
spit it back out... keep it intact now
a fractured mind is a stones throw from a glass house
so I'll smash out every pain if a crash now...
it's not over... it's never complete
a never ending endeavor set to the latest beat
if I face hate... well I guess the hate is me...
all I want is...
a same ol, same ol... just a plain ol Jane
someone beautifully vain who's still got some shame
not much to lose... everything to gain
listens to the poems and dances to the heat tracks
she can gimme the beat back while bumpin that sweet ass
I wanna repeat that... I wanna repeat that...
but I gotta keep on moving....
how can I make a statement if I focus on the groovin?
just keep on boozin... just keep on proving
show em stamina... show em solidarity
even I'm down gotta show em nothing is scaring me
skills varying and they still can't bury me...
endlessly spluttering... spitting and stuttering
then the camera clicks quick until I just can't stop shuddering
can't stop wondering... what if I did other things?
would I honor my family... pure fantasy
but can it be? that maybe I could let em handle me
naw tragically... that sounds like insanity
back to beginnings... all of my sinning
my head flood fills with a storm of chatterscatter singing
eyes are brimming as step into the 9th inning
chased by the night... I enter the dawn
all I hear is... nothing... because the truth is all of it's gone
that's all I know... and now I know that's all I want...