polyphony.

k

wow.
i just heard a life in the day of andre3000.

andre 3000 is the best mc on the planet, fuck your opinions when it comes to facts.
karas, i hope i'm able to see your face when you hear this shit.

all i gotta say is "macaroni niggas, impostors."

pasta
macaroni

jeezis.

yo. i mean. SHIT.
ok. i lied in the last entry. i couldn't do no shit like this.

*inspired*

make a nigga wanna hit the marble compostions,
aint writin like i used to, its time i change positions,
decision to make beats took me outta my zone
i put the pen down,
neglected my little gold microphone
it sits in the closet next to skeletons,
them bones

left me a shell of myself, i'm empty and alone

what if writin aint the answer, i'm fightin it like cancer
'it'
bein proclivity to give up on these words

i give it all a chance, see/
this wasnt in the plans, cuz/
i'm
payin attention but the payments was deferred
and, so i carry on with this shit
i'm promisin demos and niggas was believin this shit
i'm rhymin on memos,
i'm tryna bring the heat when i spit
but heat is relative,
i
...understand about units of heat- i get caloric
lookin for the answer to rap, but shit's rhetoric-
cal, fools of feather stick together, and im tryna run with niggas who could give a fuck whether
hip hop will survive or if it
lives or dies cuz
they forgot how it feels anticipate releases,
too busy makin money so the dopeness tends to cease and
that filters down to me and
cats like myself,
either we forget how to rhyme or rap books hit the shelf
it's crazy when i consider the cycle in retrospect
how niggas at the top can trigger a chain effect and
fuck up the vision of generations ahead of em
baby brother's harlem shakin repeatin shit thats said to him
thru the radio and video
by day, i say it's pitiful

by night i'm thinkin will my 'integrity' be liveable?

i could write a whole book,
and shit would still be microcosmic
a little cross section of my daily thought process
and, i don't mean obsess

but damn, a nigga jobless
people callin me lazy cuz i'm focused on this rhyme shit
they don't see the progress and somethin ain't clickin,
to everybody else it looks like i'm bullshittin,
but when the bull shits, it hits the ground with force
and everybody smells it
so, look out for the taurus
with a bit of indigestion, bubblin intestines, a pen and a pad
mad at anyone who questions
he
for he got a plan, and he's
back on his grind
give him a couple years
he'll be
back on your mind

and i'm finished my rhyme.
for now.