Our hero starts out as a boy in his head all these words so many lines, but he doesn’t talk much he’s shy. He holds it all in only thing he can do is start writing them down. He has no other outlet. He has no crowd. He holds them all in until when? Well That time is now:
ain’t out here rapping for dollars making music is Spiritual, a gift sent from heaven. Truly a Miracle, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t a rapper I cherish words Im about being Lyrical, started rhyming words from the Bible flowing that was so Biblical, moved on to writing poems for ladies I liked emotions on paper Sensual, its fun to entertain you with songs that are Fictional, but if I hate you that stick pops out smack you right In your skull, promote myself to dictator started my reign off Tyrannical, had problems so I studied the nuts and bolts, learned the Mechanical, figured out I’m not evil just goody, that back-and-forth was the Push and pull
Like a pendulum swingin from light into shadowy mystery, those that wanna fight me can research my history. They’ll see im both wrong and right won’t know how to get to me won’t know how I’ll fight that night then they’ll get smacked right in the teeth. I’ll take the champ belt home to their wife and I’ll clap her right in the cheeks. Blow her back out leave her straight smiling Fact is sometimes I’m an angel fighting the heathens and sometimes I’m that ginger devil a fiery soulless demon. Don’t watch what I do you’ll see no rhyme or reason look for my motivation that is my secret
Not driven by money Ill find some on the way I’m not driven by power but it’s instilled in me from what I know and say and as hard as it is to express, I’m not driven by love Those that I do know hopefully but it doesn’t ignite the passion maybe so is actually Sometimes it’s a little things slip through the cracks in my arm Then they sit there and grow like a baby to a mama. so go on and judge me because we don’t think the same I might not smell the flowers. I might not dance in the rain. I’ll be there when I’m needed like a fireman to a flame.
Writing this song was a fun little trip. I really enjoyed it. Had fun. Got to show some whit now there’s many won’t like it. It won’t bang in the club, but I don’t make music for stupid wanna be thugs and I don’t really care about wooo girls with their hands in their. This is one of those beats that’s just for the artist. they won’t look at this and say I’m the hardest they won’t look at this and say I’m the smartest. The number of plays may not be the largest, but to me this one reaches the farthest.
Sometimes the best beats don’t rattle the cage don’t stomp on the floor aren’t firing with rage sometimes it’s just a flow sent down hmmm mm from above. I don’t care if you like it. It’s for me if you don’t go get fucked.
GoodyLife
NeuronMystical
