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[00:10.530]Well if I'm first I might as well make this verse something
[00:13.320]You want t listen to maybe give you a visual of light
[00:16.140]Illumination for dark times I'm able just to walk with loneliness
[00:19.410]Mic sparking clashing so to be smashing out these deep flows
[00:22.980]Paying dues is often the cost
[00:24.660]For a professional I'm exceptional when
[00:27.120]I send thoughts into soldier type fashion
[00:29.520]March to a hidden part of the pen
[00:31.770]Splashing out onto the page words drop in brigades
[00:34.920]Non stop brain waves 24 7
[00:37.200]Shine or rain I stay repping
[00:39.210]To hold down this black ink more effective than oppression
[00:42.240]I'm letting out loud screams I'm hearing these ghost writers on the scene
[00:45.510]Invisible to the rest but I know who they possess
[00:48.300]Control your text before your mouth starts rhyming
[00:51.270]Sintax listener sev we're joywriting
[00:53.160]We're going joywriting as we rhyme across the map
[00:55.950]With our thoughts shining concepts right into your lap
[00:58.560]When we write verbs to link words from ink blurs
[01:01.470]It comes out fresh to impress on the paper
[01:06.570]Repeat
[01:09.930]I lay the groundwork throw on about ten layers of intricacies
[01:17.940]Shrouded delicately through a buried sea
[01:20.010]But doesn't matter when you really don't care or see
[01:22.260]That I love it seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly
[01:25.680]Catching me so off guard I'm questioning how much you're
[01:28.020]Feeling me I could scream like hostages about
[01:30.540]How much the man keeps me down or
[01:32.370]I could complain like the handicapped
[01:33.990]About how my lyrics sound and how it's not accessible but I won't
[01:37.470]I should impress my rap name on your mind like it's a leather belt
[01:40.320]And I might try to make you feel guilty about how
[01:43.200]I'm so underground and you're the commercialist
[01:44.820]Soil on top of me well
[01:46.710]I'll just lay the groundwork and stay content with my beats
[01:49.680]Mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats
[01:51.990]Phonetically bound by threads of concept pleats
[01:54.420]Recycled into thoughts unique
[02:18.570]My father's prize possession is a pilot ball point pen
[02:21.600]He keeps it freshly polished and seldom is it written
[02:24.150]But he left last week and so I took it for a spin
[02:27.030]Joywriting with my friends swerving in and out the margin
[02:29.550]Pardon my pleasure because I'm reckless when I grin
[02:32.010]I never look before I laugh because that's a waste of inhibition
[02:34.710]Cross double punchlines and keeping traffic on their toes
[02:37.350]I've got em ducking into stitches as I'm steering down the road
[02:40.290]Offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose
[02:42.750]Compose in 4 wheel drive to survive the highs and lows
[02:45.690]I'm a patouine jedi fully trained in the art
[02:48.000]My heart metacholorean count is off the charts
[02:50.610]Trained with obe 1 kenobe in the early morning sun
[02:53.430]Spit sound surround like dolby when I breathe through speaker lungs
[02:55.950]Riding bareback on a banth across the sands of tantouine
[02:58.740]Using the force to chart my course holding the hands of elohim
[03:01.410]Who bends my will to win pod racing on the outer rim
[03:04.350]Deepspacing as I'm chasing down ideas with my pen
[03:06.720]Lament for the loss and pray for peace so kids can cope
[03:09.390]Spit hope love and joy with every flick of the scripter's pen stroke