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Motivated, under-appreciated by the over-rated/
No room to be jaded/
Talking to the Creator about what I created/
Creativity lives inside a picture-less painting/
Imagery in its finest form/
Formed from poverty, poor, property gone move
proper in the eye of the storm/
Cold stares, trying to find me some warmth/
Inspired by my peers so it's time to evolve/
As I- walk to the store for a Gatorade, I think of a greater day coming soon, Amazing Grace/
I'm paving the way in the road, making my own chance/
Seeking the light, bringing my own lamp/
Taking my whole camp through the wilderness/
See how real it gets when the money's gone, stranded on your own like Gilligan/
Make a villain want to kill again, feeling iller than before so they resort to perform old sins again.
Chorus: Unh, sing along with the weekend melody/
Sing along to my weekend melody/
Sing along with the weekend melody/
Sing along, sing along/
The mind is a theater/
Think of what you're feeding it, sometimes you gotta filter what your meal serves/
Be a responsible builder/
'Cause with the space you take, you should embrace your estate like a realtor/
For real, sir or madame, you can fill your platter full of atoms if you choose/
But when you get fatter, please tell me what you'll do/
Work it out? Yeah right, working out's not even in your patterns/
I don't flatter, I only speak in reality/
Casually telling you about your human abnormalities/
Running after your salary; you should be eating celery or salad, you're chemically imbalanced from the trash you eat/
The JB's said 'Pass The Peas'/
Listen, 'cause your sickness is sad to see/
Please. Don't be mad at me, I'm only rapping facts so what you're hearing you will have to...see.
Chorus Repeated.
Light-hearted, quite nice on the mic, I harvest-
food for thought, choose your broth/
Chicken or beef, I stew through the art/
Peruse acutely, my looseleaf is off the Richter/
Scale, weigh a whale, ring a bell- deliver detoxification
for you liver/
And kidneys/
Think about your tendencies, you're physically strong, yet essentially gone...like a ball at Wrigley's/
Field/
Pimp C- I'm trill/
Simply I'm real/
Give me a deal/
360? Kill those/
I'm kicking harder than steeltoes, the boots snap to you like velcro/
For whom the bell toes, I'm the recipient/
Privy to your secret, hidden in the emptiness/
Thicker than obsidian/
Lyrically an idiom/
Listen as a whole, it'll sound like Leviticus/
In the modern age/
Neolithic artist, I'm an author on the stage/
Metaphorically a pop-up book, 'cause I keep the words jumping off the page/
Cornfield flow, when I'm on it I amaze (am maize).
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