Lyrical Ways Verse 1 These are my lyrical ways Step into my empirical phase Save it for the fakes These days I blaze rays Please, let me rephrase Get down and praise me Before I set you ablaze Wage your way through the lyrical maze All the delays, essays and surveys in my way Its time to take away The days and make em pay Stay and stray away from me No need to pray for me Sprayin so they decay and decimate Their ways are in my way Please play around another day Get down halfway, may day, may day What do you say, wanna replay My lyrical ways to keep up with the rays Im going through a crazed faze This time of day, I aint sane And thats pretty crazy Crane my neck, and search my brain Find the place, of all the crazy Spray your face, with a poison daisy I seem to have misplaced the sane in my brain Please, I need my breathing space Brace, your pace, its not a race Its not a test, to see whos fazed the most No way your getting in my way eventually My pronunciation, is bouncin crazy I make my own dictionary Or maybe, Im just lazy Place the sayings, away from me Take the deed I do decree The pleads for seeking defeat in the treaties Now meet me, eventually Another week, or another day I pronounce the words differently Its very bleak and weak maybe lazy Verse 2 It can be, repetitive eventually I seem to see the ways I pray the day will be great The rhymes wont be critiqued to bad Ill sneak a peak at the finished ways I lay down the stains of the raps today Gaze past the crazy stains on the game Raise the payments of all my lyrics I plan to portray the ways of the greats Eventually Ill be able to say I make the day great by playing ways My lyrical ways completely dominate Wait for the days of the greatness From yours truly no more fakeness Place this payment, on the pavement Try to say more rhymes then me On two verses of one song today I make my own ways of raps and crap I do my own thang, I dont hang in a gang Or say Im gangster, I aint a G I plead the head of the great ways eventually Pray that I meet the expectations Play the raps over and over again My ways will complete and then dominate the game Ill still stay the same Make the same raps and keep the same ways Portray faces and set phrases through the zea mays Cant wait for those days, that I can be called great Make the stakes high for the other rappers Play my raps for centuries Place my hate, down on the pavement Lay it out and stake it in the placements Dont need to cheesy cliches and fake payments I spit the truth or just lyrical ways Keep the same payments as I did before Asinine, accusations of atrocities Its amazed me that it hasnt hazed me I havent needed to reappraise my paraphrases Sayin that I aint playin this no more No, I cant keep the places down and ways away I say what I want and keep my lyrical ways
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