So...I've had this book of rhymes, for about a month. Not much content, since I barely write things down anymore, but here's a couple of my mediocre writtens. Mostly outta boredom.
Excerpt #1
Put some "sense" inta ya' and give you change like a coinstar, spittin' nastier than a chronic smoker, I told you I was illy. Eyo, I'm on my zone concocting some schemes and these words get so cheesy sometimes, call 'em KRAFTy, but put them together, they get so sick easily, diagnose 'em with sickle cells, as well, and these messages have a concept so label 'em Acrylick. I get so chill writing shit down, I swear someone's changing the weather. These writtens are my ni99az, and Polaroids be steroids on my pictured mind.
Excerpt #2
Writing shiz down, cuz I can't seem to focus on school, Feelin' hella dumb call me the fool, I'm too busy gazin' on my wants and shit, can't even settle down, so I blow off my steam with a lil' bit of lines, writin' on white, my booka rhymes, wantin' a dime to commit the crime, searchin' for thoughts to feed this line, and I'm wastin' my time like always, can't stay on track like relays, and it pays to delay, this verse be missin' a storyline, but there's never an ending call this shit nonsense.
Excerpt #3
Nowadays people just be d-gaffin' just followin' the trend, send em' a message that they ain't ice cold as they seem, actin' all mean, and later they be askin' and questionin' it's like their actions ain't even relevant to wtf they doin'. Then they wonder why they wake up screamin' fuck the world - tryna say that "I don't care."
Excerpt #4
Feelin' kinda old, like life's gettin' cold, gotta step it up and make things bold, never regret is what I've been told, turn the page and see a brand new chapter unfold, Do you see the diamond and gold? Or is that something I've waited to long on, and now turned-mold?
Excerpt #5
Fuck this shit, I quit, Gimme my keys and I'm going home.
Excerpt #6
Just got off the shower, with a milli thoughts, 'bout to pen 'em down, so don't get lost...SIKE.
