I know it don't got much flow as just text but I may drop an audio on it in the near future.

when you DO drop that audio. holla back. till then...CLOSED

Skills’ Roots

Who would’ve thought that I could do it so coldly
With the rhyme, throwing punches like I’m Evander Holyfield
I can see ya bobbin’ ya head in surprise
Clappin’ ya hands with a look of disbelief in ya eyes
And since, I know ya feel it I’ll conceal it no longer
I’m gon’ keep strivin’ ‘til my rhyme get stronger
Cause, it’s crazy how I came to take this route
So let me tell you how it came about
I was 10 years old in the house cooped up
Eyes glued to the TV gettin’ souped up
Watchin the “Bone Thugs ‘N’ Harmony” videos
Wishin’ for mansions, clothes, cars ‘n’ many hoes
Fascinated with the long hair and braids
Flannels and khaki pants to go with the shades
Twice as fast as any rapper I ever heard
I listen hard, tryin’ to capture every word
They had me, dreamin’ of days when I’d be on stage ‘n’
And everybody got they hands up in the air and they wavin’
Side to side, HEARTBEAT ‘n’ adrenaline racin’
When I do my last song I get the biggest ovation
Before my exit, I throw the crowd G’s ‘n’ stacks
Then get props from MCs in the back
Havin’ to make my leave in the back
Where the chauffer waits, waitin’ to give me the keys to the ‘lac
Played this vision over and over again in my mind
Combined it with the changin’ times ‘til it was time to take what’s mine
But the vision became time and passed with it
Nobody near the hour-glass to flip it
Coincidence, I start livin’ in pivot
Like the celebrity with a reputation slain by the civics
Every single day was so depressin’
Keepin’ to myself I didn’t count my blessings
Needed to connect with somebody who felt like me
Hated the cards they was dealt like me
With a soul lost like me, conscious of his faults like me
Tryin’ to bring ‘em to a halt like me
A certain MC inspired me to write lyrics to capture the feelin’
But with rap there wasn’t rapture willin’/But I was still
Lookin’ for vintage to make me feel better
Blood pumpin’ in the veins from a heart of steel metal
Start writin poetry and heart filled letters
Had me feelin’ like the stove to a water filled kettle
With lyrics on the backburner, I had a new obsession,
Similar to the addiction of a crack burner
Writin; in my high school classes
Days passin’ as fast as Alaskan molasses
‘Til my graduation, GLAD cause now I can focus on my infactuation
PASSin’ time perfectin’ it on summer vaction
MASSive time that led into experimentation
Two years since my last lyric was written
Guess the curiosity had me rebeginnin’, the reignition
Started pickin’ up the basic skills, before you knew it I was
Makin’ real verses with the paper mill hurtin’
Realized that I had potential to blast instrumentals
If I had precision within the mental
Planets and stars lined up
My brother started havin’ sensations for makin’ prime instrumental ‘cuts’
Got a singer for a mother with equipment sittin’ in the basement
Speakers with the bass lit
Made a studio from what was
Now underground is where the origin of our cuts come
Beats strictly ‘til curiously
I wrote a rhyme to a beat the rest is history