[Verse 1 Tang] Its been a while since I last kicked a rhyme, got the pad, scripted lines Climbed up on stage and seen how the fans attempt to mime I tried to scribe, couldnt believe half the things Id write Thought the problem through and found a block had hit my mind Had plans filled with lines that were a tad juvenile Quality of things had me filled with angst, tripping so I Relaxed, took some time, scripting mad into the night Polished up my skills coz all I really plans to spit and shine I still went to hiphop shows but not as a wordsmith Peeps complained bout the long wait, but Ive been worse hit Stayed on the grind yeah Ive practiced, Ive been learning Its on now Ive got the drive back so Im reversing Worked on some talents where I thrived unchallenged So progress in other aspects had my mind distracted Cant celebrate if my presence of minds unrapped I had to revisit the booth to get my life on track [Hook Scratches by DJ Raiko] [Verse 2 Tang] A lot of people asked why it takes so long Its more than just killing these flows when I make a song Gotta cater to the market that Im taking on And gotta find the right words to make my statement strong, work it from the break of dawn I learned some patience on this mission, learned to pace my thoughts Faced my own deficits, made efforts where I aint as strong To watch it taking form was a blessing though strenuous Coz the sessions came as haphazard drizzles instead of rainy storms Tryna harness this gift, it dont come as I please Truth is Im lucky if I get to write one night a week You cant mistake it when you get to hear something Ive pieced You know its Tang shaking spears at your midsummer night dreams The struggle through leads to pounds and more Combined with the different perspective to rouse the floor I speak from the heart and come with an astounding flow Im like a bunch of dynamite sticks Im bound to blow [Hook] [Verse 3 Tang] I work hard to ensure my goals stay within my view Like a bad day at a taxi rank, been waiting for my cue I roll alone cos peeps can also make you stray from what you do And besides, only so much one can say within a crew And theres a few new cats up on the streets and they fresh Like a woman with half the bosom Im keeping a breast Its not all about the punches, see the streets are a mess And its time that we separate the weak from the best And all the dudes that say I half step, they 9 to 5 hating Im like a priest, Im just tryna pile up life savings Hiphop is like my life support, its why my minds sane So Im not gon be here wasting your time with childish statements Of course Im tryna get with some money too, Im not the first Plus I wanna be a bright star that lit up the earth Im just tryna leave my mark and still fill up my purse In fact, I wanna be like Mark and get a Shuttles worth [Hook]
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