Learning

Chorus:

Learning, yearning

For the day I see

The true lyricism and talent inside of me

Returning to place of

Flipping tables in the game

X3

Verse 1:

I yearn for the time

My eyes and mine realize

Combines, with my senses

It's senseless, endless raps are upon me

Constantly, rhymin' and freestylin' inside

I find that the time flies

When you ride tonight, it's all alright

No need to fight the final feelin' inside

Just imply the talent, into the raps

Rhyme all night and all day

I must say, tell me the dream

That I see, may be able to be

It ain't gonna wait for me to finally release me own

I react with a constant heat when it comes to sheets

I constantly, need to defeat the

The others sheets, that I've released

The scribbled paragraphs that I have mapped before

To try and best the last crap that I have handed over

I'm mad now, seeking for the peak of rap skill

Ultimately, I wanna be on the peak of raps history

Chorus:

Learning, yearning

For the day I see

The true lyricism and talent inside of me

Returning to place of

Flipping tables in the game

X3

Verse 2:

Before I get judged to much, I just wanna say

This isn't the complete complex inside of me

I'm startin' out a little strange and crazy

Next album that I release will be more sick

With more sick shit when I spit this

All damn night, all these rhymes

Confined me to one place, to sit and write

All the time, I cram mind, with all the rhymes

You're incoherent to the lyrics

What do you gotta do to be happy too

I don't really know, now

I'm not really happy unless I'm rappin'

They said I'd never make it

They said I'd never take off

Well fuck off, I'm on the next flight

I'll write till my right hand and eyes bleed

Beseech the hatred laced inside each of these

It may not seem that way

But the way that I fell while I write is crazy

My sight's alright, I'm headin' in the right direction

Chorus:

Learning, yearning

For the day I see

The true lyricism and talent inside of me

Returning to place of

Flipping tables in the game

X3

Verse 3:

You know I always wanted to be a rapper

But I figured I'd be no good

A lot of it was because I wasn't raised in the hood

Not the greatest place ever, but there was no blood shed

No bashed in heads on the daily

But it got crazy sometimes with the fights and the drugs

Half the youth in the place did like they were thugs

But anyways the raps came to me all the time

I realized though I needed to kick up my rhymes

To the next level, I ain't level headed

I'm shredded the sense is all gone from me

I tried to rap a little more, and got frustrated

I couldn't find my place, couldn't find my pace

My flow, my lyrics, my words and now

I'm startin' to come into the game with a bang

I haven't been noticed yet but with the "beast" comin out

I'm sure to be, at least just a little, I'm questionin' if I should started

Should I have built up my skill and came in heavily, slow and steady

But anyways i can't trash this yet, I'm still learnin' anyways

Findin' the ways to rhyme in the right caliber for myself and others

Chorus:

Learning, yearning

For the day I see

The true lyricism and talent inside of me

Returning to place of

Flipping tables in the game

X3