Now that I reach superior member status... I don't need the wins, all I want is respect...
My battles don't speak for me, my keystylin doesn't speak for me. I speak for me. I'm a storyteller. A poet. A musician. I'm not an actor. I decided to take something out of my book of rhymes, sumthin special. Fuck a mic. I'll be the Geoffrey Chaucer of LA... I'll write a whole fucking BOOK that rhymes.
*Geoffrey Chaucer wrote "the Canterbury Tales"
I got a book of rhymes like Nas, I slowly write it,
guided by title "cliches suck," when I die, I might ignite it
so no one can bite it... I'll light it up and let it burn
but if keep it, someone can read it and they could learn
I freak it, sometimes technique-less, sometimes I tweak it
and freak it, when it comes together it's not a secret
That i have a passion for these words that become crashing wrecks
or come together right, maybe they'll be a smashing success
and I'll be cashing checks and go from fashion-less
to stylish
with matching sets of massive jets
but I live
conservatively, I'm not there yet
Play this game, it's not a fair bet, the spotlight and the glare gets
too intense for your friends and the mood gets tense,
when you're flossing and they're not and as a consequence,
backstabbers break your defense cause you lacked common sense
to watch your back... so they get rich at your expense
Look through a clear lens. See, there's only room for 1 at the top
If you make only one mistake and you can flop and it stops
It all drops when you lose everything, so I'll be careful
I'd rather have my head shaved than to ever have my hair pulled
I write what I think is right, try to flow right every time
I'll make it someway, whether I play guitar or I rhyme
So my book will be left when I'm dead, for the future ages
I leave behind a piece of my mind, in paper or web pages...
Peace...
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