Word.

[1] It’s time for the rhyme version of high flying action—

Attacking the boards.

Dispersing of personal words for

The purpose of my trying to write right

Is like light shining in a mine.

I’m a diamond in the rough.

Off of the cuff.

You bear arms and couldn’t understand

The fitted flow that snap back like rubberbands.

It’s or the fans

Spinning records consecutive,

Artists who disregard what executives think and execute.

Set and shoot

Letters to my progeny who hopefully

Will know I was a dope emcee;

Dopamine delivery.

Slithery snakes, I bitterly break for minimum stakes.

Literally,

My metaphors are like similes.

Similes are metaphors

That are better for your compre-

Henion.

Break lines to make you stop and listen.

Stop your wishing for a pot to piss in.

You ought to listen.

Start your vision higher.

Trying to eat? Reach for a kitchen.

And cook.

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen.

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision.

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb.

Said I say word to the words.

Word to the words.

[2] It’s time for the rap version of first person literature.

They say they want it. I give it for sure.

Giving it pure. Giving ‘em more

Than what they might expect.

Cereal scribble like writing ‘em Chex.

And I’m a milk it for all that it’s worth.

Pardon the curse,

But fuck it. I started from dirt.

So it ain’t greed. Imagine that I was a seed,

Started to grow, they thought it was weeds.

I prove without a doubt.

Can’t prune the flowers out. I was out to reach it.

Showers, sprout, now I tower over my nemesis.

I not only speak it.

Love it or just leave it.

Even if you’re in hell. Exhale. Breathe it.

Now I’m trying to lead it—mean it, be it,

Dream it, see it, touch it, teach it.

Sensei when I slay y’all.

If we talkin’ about G, I’m MJ with a 8-Ball.

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen.

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision.

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb.

Said I say word to the words.

Word to the words.

[3] It’s time for the word version of absurd purpose.

Observe and report.

Discursive and worth what it’s served for.

The certainest sport. The burner is turnt, and with this torch

I’m earning a score and learning the hordes

Plenty to count on.

Permanent scorch. I’m serving the court papers.

Aiming the flame, then turning it toward, later,

The late comers and hate mongers

Who stay fronting like they wanting more than to take from us.

But they make comments, debate products

That we create. They can’t relate.

Defiantly state that I’m great [comma],

Unapologetic as I go and get it.

Gold bars on reserve – gotta give him credit.

Even if it’s unnecessary, unless it’s carried out,

You’ll be waiting for tips to figure it out.

And even if I will never know what congruent is,

If it ain’t this then it’s gratuitous.

[Hook]

If you never paid attention

It’s probably cause they never made you listen.

So they’re just words that are written

Descriptive of my living and given with my vision.

But I say word to the words

When the words that occur hit a nerve or disturb.

Said I say word to the words.

Word to the words.