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 delay's, essay's and survey's in my way

It's 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

I'm going through a crazed faze

This time of day, I ain't 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, it's not a race

It's not a test, to see who's fazed the most

No way your getting in my way eventually

My pronunciation, is bouncin' crazy

I make my own dictionary

Or maybe, I'm 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

It's 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 won't be critiqued to bad

I'll 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 I'll 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 don't hang in a gang

Or say I'm gangster, I ain't 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

I'll still stay the same

Make the same raps and keep the same ways

Portray faces and set phrases through the zea may's

Can't 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

Don't 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

It's amazed me that it hasn't hazed me

I haven't needed to reappraise my paraphrases

Sayin' that I ain't playin' this no more

No, I can't keep the places down and ways away

I say what I want and keep my lyrical ways