[Verse One] Yo, visualizing the realism of life and actuality You have to love or think or at least have the right mentality But in reality, Chief just steady on a mission Decipher my vision, write it all in this composition Aint no competition, just listen, follow the rhythm Flows come with some itching, just put yourself in position In addition, it helps if you aint spitting fiction Be lifted and never getting conflicted with decisions But even though Im right, its like Im in a fight with myself In the light, trying to follow my advice with my pen in my hand And Im staring at this book and Im shook Should I write the verse or the hook? I let the music feel my veins and my heart just pumps I try to stand like a tree but I still get stumped In a slump cause now I got nothing to say for the ending So Im dumped right back to where I was in the beginning [Hook] What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? What do I say? What do I write? What do I write? What do I say? What do I write? What do I say? [Verse Two] Yo, I brainstorm as I look in my heart cause I heard the beat And I aint know where to start, I understand, aint no rushing the art But youll never make it to your destination if you never depart And I had a lot of time for completing this Know a lot of people will be peeping this but for now, Im insecure And the reason is they always seems to put you on a petri dish And analyze each and every word and compare your verse and your lifes work To every rapper that they ever heard, I see why love is such a heavy word Cause you may love teaching but youre only measured by how many learn Thats why I gotta get this verse out cause lyrically Im better than my insecurities and worst doubts And I say theres no stopping me but thats all in my head Cause writers block is still blocking me [Hook] [Verse Three Emilio Rojas] I dont even write anymore, I just go write and record To take the pressure off and then Im my worst critic So aint shit that you can say to me that I never said before And I dont gotta prove shit, yeah, I write of the anger, abusive And leave the paper with bruises, black and blue ink I draw blood and its red, the ink stains, they brains after the guns to the head Inspired by pain but Im quiet, abstain, the fans hate when Im quiet And thats why I get drained, sometimes I wish I never get inspired again But that would mean bye, bye to the game and I dont want that Enough of the debt, had enough of respect Imma buy random houses with publisher checks Yeah, the flow recorded is that of a poet laureate Its even though the story hasnt come to me yet so lets go baby [Hook]
write, say, inspired, bye, ink