I've been feeling down lately and haven't been writing or recording. I've been feeling sort of depressed, but today was my first good day in a while so I sat down and wrote this.
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Verse 1 Casey:
[I need to get shit of my chest, confess'n.
Need bless'n from someone not-exist'n.
Depression settle'n in and stress'n,
I feel less than WorDs after these sessions.
On the mic is where I try to be liked
Spit fire and I thought that I just might
have what it takes to spit with the greats
but step'n away from the booth,
that last recording gave me the shakes.
For fucks-sake, do I really sound that way?
No matter what I try any day, I just sound fake.
Can't get the sound right, spit'n on my own face
afraid to pick it back up, is this defeat or disgrace?
Will I ever fuck'n catch this speeding dream I chase?
Will I ever understand the legendary victory taste?
I just don't know if I have what it takes...]
Interlude:
[WorDs]
Wait one fucking second, c'mere. Sorry....excuse us for one moment.
[Casey]
What?
[WorDs]
What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't do this, I haven't even fucking begun. Where's your confidence?
[Casey]
Well....I dunno
Verse 2: WorDs
Casey we'll get this, leave it to me.
I'll kill beats like a beast as easy as you breathe
The pen is a sword you gotta take out of the sheath
sharpen the shit until it comes to a point keen
then lean back hack and slash rhyming beats with ease.
Just relax, release. Pick up the craft piece by piece,
suddenly, skillfully you'll be swinging from the trapeeze.
Running on the highwire, hipfire, writing all this fire
that's harder than a tire iron. Casey, I'm not a liar.
You just gotta get confident and try a little harder.
Put the work in, stop all this wallowing in the mire.
You're girlfriend dumped you, so what?
(Casey: Umm....Quit rapping and start working at Meijer?)
Fuck that, you're a bit more of a fighter,
Spit fire like you're try'n to get higher.
You know? Like you're sparking a lighter?