feel me on this

its the reason why ya.... motivated
while others be overrated, debated,
ya rage is the reason you blaze
pens to pages/ hated livin faded spit
scriptz with no reason to it, ruthless,
only for yourself to reamin undisputed/
but the truth is am i stupid? to try
and get through it, or should i drop tha
mic tonight, or should i persue it/
but if the shoe fits then i know i
gotta wear it, grab the mic tight,
headphones in sight, i gotta tear it/
rare shyt, your voice is your choice
wether you wanna let em hear it, but
theres hundreds of emcees in the game
just grin and bare it/ no secret to tha
technique just let your larynax speak,
and be real with future heads, the discrete
always speak too deep/ but who thinks
about the charts, i write from the heart
and spit it, fuck the ice and cars, excitin
stars, this is hip hop i live it/ witness spits,
a true gift that we've been given, livin
spittin, but theres always the feelin somethins
missin/ to be honest, never came across it
to put my finger on it, nonsence to believe in
what you've never seen, breatin heartless/
cyphers spark it, the love, the will to keep movin,
so soothin, to drop a joint people feel, but
what you provin?/ persuin for what? Net credit?
damn right, and i respect it, sometimes its
worth more, i said it, don't forget it, i don't
regret it/ except it only reaches so deep in minds,
its only sentences, but i grip the mic, pry it
from my cold dead hands at the death of it..........

peaz [1]