Circulating

Getting lost in my wordplay they say it pays to be the boss. All I am trying to do is see that bank account get another rack. Counting fat stacks that Pablo money. No not the type of lines. I deal in fill a page with bar after bar. Going hard on a beat just playing my part. Don't get me started I'll start writing from the heart. I lay lines down like an artist to a canvas. Gimmicks all you see now and days is gimmicks. The industry has to make way for me a real M.Cee . No I haven't had a easy life. But lately I been doing is writing. Like I have a few essays missing from my English class. I used to get called a slacker. Now I pack a song with too many rhyme schemes. Elite flow I play for the major leagues with this mind of mine. Becareful crossing that line going against me. The only thing on the other side is agony. Deadly and lethal despite my current situation. I am still down for a fight when I grip the pen and write. I make it seem effortless when I put these lyrics to a song. No I don't have the same flow. That I had before the accident no ,but I still have the heat when I put lines to a beat. Burying careers six feet. The penalty for thinking they can compete. Their simple melodies only put infants to sleep. The result is steep when they step up. Trying to prove something going to have you dieing. On a beat's tempo. You don't possess real skills. You never went through the process. Of learning how to address a melody. Came all the way from sweeping paint booths. I used to be blue callor but I get to find different ways to make a dollar. I am trying to with this posting on and on. All these songs are designed to do is get my name circulating.