writer's block

Yo I'm having trouble putting words to the beat
I take a look inside my mind and I reach
Sometimes I wanna go the path with the golden street
Other days I'm tryna find a path filled with peace
Used to be a little kid, Star Wars sheets on the mattress
Nowadays stressing bout some debt and some taxes
Breaking brackets now, when I am rapping
Emcees lacking passion no match for the rap assassin

Spending way too much money on a bachelor's
Why I'm tryna blow up, no Challenger
Attack a wack flow, blood drip from they throat
Smack fag rappers who think they close to my zone
Yo check it, spit lyrical lethal weapon
Preach like a revered, style demand reverence
Several heads severed from beats that I'm wrecking
Blessing ears, causing fear, trash rappers get a lesson



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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