The Open
I'm sorry it took me so long... again
Polish my Pulitzer, pull a trigger and aim at me
Please pardon patience, my pain is painted and plain to see
Now that that's out of the way; Let's get to why we're all here
Let me get my puzzle straight, I'll paint a picture and me it clear
(It's me...) I come from concrete, backbone, pendulum
The things I've never said don't amount to the things I've said to them
So welcome to my newest show, newest me, as flow
New is old, noose around the truth I feel like you should know that
Life is faster than the speed of a jet
So this is my last will and testament of the things I regret
And from in my past, it's just an estimate of the things I forget
It's like my night class on the part of me that I wish that I kept
For every so close (so close), Could've had it and almost there
A moment to know that it's almost fair, almost common, always rare
Come and check my alchemy, verbal fiberoptics
I'm so sick I'll makes you nauseas, I'm addicted to different topics
And I figure with all of my loses that I'm due for a win
So it's my truth-inducing proof that you should move with the wind
If you get confused then you should use a clues and do it again
I improved my view to choose the few of whom I knew was a friend
And it made me lose so many people, that I almost lost my mind again
Defying science, smoking hydro pump, I fire bend
All black; Kylo Ren
Mixing it with hydrogen
The flyest pen, Tell these rappers: "Clean up on Aisle 10"
I learned from Slick Rick, Raekwon and Mobb Deep
I'll be Top 3 when they stop me, they just talk cheap like a swap meat
And it's got me, to the point, that I don't look back on the drinks that I've spilled
For all of my hope and all of my guilt
For every beat that I've ever killed
I can still feel that, open mind I peel back
If the throne is open I'll steal that, you can chill back with this real rap, where's the skill at?
Um, what now? No look... touchdown
So high I could touch clouds and somehow I just ride this beat like a bus route
Ha, how's that for humble?
Run it back I never fumble rap it fast and never mumble
Up to bat I'm up to trouble, yeah
It's the same picture from the first four bars
This is zodiac with rap man, I work those stars
Still the one winged angel, I apologize for what I lack
With so much love for rap I'm bound to have a heart attack
I hope you feel small when you stand next to the ocean
At least I put it all out in the open
All out in the
Open
Ain't that the truth?
In the Open
I tried to find a way to hide my pride and shy away
In the Open
I'm a walking target, starving artist hard to hide this
In The Open
You can find me in the
Open, or find me in the spine of your rhymebook
If I could rewind time and try to find the lines my mind took
I'd probably find, everything I've ever asked for
And what my time wondering what was behind that last door
So here's the truth in you, the loosest screw is usable
Play my role like The Crucible I hope that I'm not losing you
A little gun play for the shot-lickers
You know the more that I rhyme the more that the plot thickens, I'm not with it
Less is more, I guess I just don't understand
Caught up in the undertow, I tried to get the upper hand
I'm smoking on some lumber and I'm trying to find my slumber man
Summer jam, nothing takes me back like summer can
Lace it up with poetry, say my name so they know it's me
No holy ghost or rosary, I'm frozen cold, woe is me
Dope like potency, hide it under a cloak and see know it goes with a local fee
I'll poke a hole in any kind of open seat
I'm Dwayne Wade I fade away the day my name is called
Paved the way for playing ball, Stay involved in slaying y'all
Do this for my son because I'm proud of my kid
I live my life behind bars, never made it out of my bid
Pull the sword from the earth just so I can set it in stone
The beauty isn't in holding something, it's letting it go
Yeah, I tried to fix it even when it wasn't broken
But at least i put it all out in the open
Open
Ain't that the truth?
In the Open
I tried to find a way to hide my pride and shy away
In the Open
I'm a walking target, starving artist hard to hide this
In The Open
You can find me in the
Polish my Pulitzer, pull a trigger and aim at me
Please pardon patience, my pain is painted and plain to see
Now that that's out of the way; Let's get to why we're all here
Let me get my puzzle straight, I'll paint a picture and me it clear
(It's me...) I come from concrete, backbone, pendulum
The things I've never said don't amount to the things I've said to them
So welcome to my newest show, newest me, as flow
New is old, noose around the truth I feel like you should know that
Life is faster than the speed of a jet
So this is my last will and testament of the things I regret
And from in my past, it's just an estimate of the things I forget
It's like my night class on the part of me that I wish that I kept
For every so close (so close), Could've had it and almost there
A moment to know that it's almost fair, almost common, always rare
Come and check my alchemy, verbal fiberoptics
I'm so sick I'll makes you nauseas, I'm addicted to different topics
And I figure with all of my loses that I'm due for a win
So it's my truth-inducing proof that you should move with the wind
If you get confused then you should use a clues and do it again
I improved my view to choose the few of whom I knew was a friend
And it made me lose so many people, that I almost lost my mind again
Defying science, smoking hydro pump, I fire bend
All black; Kylo Ren
Mixing it with hydrogen
The flyest pen, Tell these rappers: "Clean up on Aisle 10"
I learned from Slick Rick, Raekwon and Mobb Deep
I'll be Top 3 when they stop me, they just talk cheap like a swap meat
And it's got me, to the point, that I don't look back on the drinks that I've spilled
For all of my hope and all of my guilt
For every beat that I've ever killed
I can still feel that, open mind I peel back
If the throne is open I'll steal that, you can chill back with this real rap, where's the skill at?
Um, what now? No look... touchdown
So high I could touch clouds and somehow I just ride this beat like a bus route
Ha, how's that for humble?
Run it back I never fumble rap it fast and never mumble
Up to bat I'm up to trouble, yeah
It's the same picture from the first four bars
This is zodiac with rap man, I work those stars
Still the one winged angel, I apologize for what I lack
With so much love for rap I'm bound to have a heart attack
I hope you feel small when you stand next to the ocean
At least I put it all out in the open
All out in the
Open
Ain't that the truth?
In the Open
I tried to find a way to hide my pride and shy away
In the Open
I'm a walking target, starving artist hard to hide this
In The Open
You can find me in the
Open, or find me in the spine of your rhymebook
If I could rewind time and try to find the lines my mind took
I'd probably find, everything I've ever asked for
And what my time wondering what was behind that last door
So here's the truth in you, the loosest screw is usable
Play my role like The Crucible I hope that I'm not losing you
A little gun play for the shot-lickers
You know the more that I rhyme the more that the plot thickens, I'm not with it
Less is more, I guess I just don't understand
Caught up in the undertow, I tried to get the upper hand
I'm smoking on some lumber and I'm trying to find my slumber man
Summer jam, nothing takes me back like summer can
Lace it up with poetry, say my name so they know it's me
No holy ghost or rosary, I'm frozen cold, woe is me
Dope like potency, hide it under a cloak and see know it goes with a local fee
I'll poke a hole in any kind of open seat
I'm Dwayne Wade I fade away the day my name is called
Paved the way for playing ball, Stay involved in slaying y'all
Do this for my son because I'm proud of my kid
I live my life behind bars, never made it out of my bid
Pull the sword from the earth just so I can set it in stone
The beauty isn't in holding something, it's letting it go
Yeah, I tried to fix it even when it wasn't broken
But at least i put it all out in the open
Open
Ain't that the truth?
In the Open
I tried to find a way to hide my pride and shy away
In the Open
I'm a walking target, starving artist hard to hide this
In The Open
You can find me in the
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Writer(s): Ricky Nappi
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