ill ex

originality given it's best try is still only as creative as the next guy\
can't guess why ya messed mind thinks creativity comes from a text line\
I express mine takes heart revealin it openin ya whole mind an spillin it\
the appeal of shit is obvious if ya really creative noone would be feelin it\
how ill is it to aim ta please knowing being creative is bein the same as me\
I hate ta see another lame emcee sufferin recycled originality like a brain disease\
chained ta these ancient dreams squeezin inside the box till ya break the seams\
shake the scenes way they seen take wake and dreams an fade the length between\
it ain't the scheme just the plot fuck a thought im tied up an caught \
the sun'll rot before my upper drop decides if my reign of thought is done or not \


covert

The other day this old timer got a reminder
that Ms. Creativity is missin and no one can find her
so I pull out a pen and my binder then proceeded
to lure her but shes always been there when needed
cause I kno the secret to paraphrase perfection
while emcees take the direction to display her as a weapon
no thought or mental digestion to stimulate the mind
so in time I see heads be tryin to emulate my rhymes
textcees sellin out with lines with no dualtiy or face at all
just verses dressed up with bold and dashes like paper dolls
but what I said about yall fake flows is just my two peso's
just bring Ms. Creativity home and stamp it case closed