Hook: all I'm trying to do
Is bring the muse into you
Rappers heads are turning blue
They don't know what to do
They don't knew what to do
But just make an excuse
They deny when they lose
Already knowing, you don't mess with my crew, x2
Verse 1: Can't hear you breath
Probably cause of the way you live
Why you did, what you commit
You're still on the street, no fucking crib
I see you stressing and going mind blank
You never think
For nothing and never prayed for nothing
Just a thug with a fast blink
But you always talking about something
Only cause to got a mouth with a tongue in it
You never going above and shit
Like the goody goodies
Rich, pretty, and bitchy
Fuck that life style!
No one nice now
Gotta make it on your own
Build your own dome
Make that stage yours
The one I'm still fighting for
Everybody keep locking my doors
For no reason
Gotta understand this my season of writing
Desicive fighting
Don't know what more to enlighten
Hook: all I'm trying to do
Is bring the muse into you
Rappers heads are turning blue
They don't know what to do
They don't knew what to do
But just make an excuse
They deny when they lose
Already knowing, you don't mess with my crew, x2
Verse 2: Now I'm staring at the ceiling for a new idea
Fuck writers block this my rhyming area
This vibe staring at cha'!
Trying to be all I can be
Even if it mean, I need a new vision
Perspective from a musician
This ain't repetition
Just a diverse position
Taking a couple weeks off writing
But that ain't wrong
Knowing where myself belongs
This ain't a religious song c
Lets go, play along
It ain't class, don't scrape along
What you try from sitting in a chair
Not saying I don't care
But education and school ain't the same
Already for now
And abundance to blame
Hook: all I'm trying to do
Is bring the muse into you
Rappers heads are turning blue
They don't know what to do
They don't knew what to do
But just make an excuse
They deny when they lose
Already knowing, you don't mess with my crew, x2
Verse 3:
Won't ask for much
Going hard in my young years
Cause it seems like my last years
Going for my high gear of the future career
I'll smear the fear of the rap game
Now we seeing the map change
Different styles exchange
But then again the rap sphere appears
We're searching for the MC engineer
When you listen, ope you visualize the crystal clear, and see my frontier
Why you mention relaxation?
Hip-hop's my fucking vacation
Writing's my medication
Striving for a free thinking education
Burn down the fire station
Old school and I got a blood relation
I dot got a duplication
For now it's just misleading communication
Trying to bring hip-hop into hip-hip
Lyrical masters non stop
Hook: all I'm trying to do
Is bring the muse into you
Rappers heads are turning blue
They don't know what to do
They don't knew what to do
But just make an excuse
They deny when they lose
Already knowing, you don't mess with my crew, x2