Written to J Dilla's Much More (RIP), feedback is appreciated.
Thinking ‘bout the past so I’m passing
The point of asking so I’m acting as King
Preaching ‘bout ass as in shit no killer
Laying words on a beat like a railroad builder
Keep up with the track see I trill her
Rest in peace Mike...
Yes I rip mic’s while y’all conceal like Blaine Dave her
Don’t think I’m common but I’m ‘bout to un-conclave her
Conclude that each days a slur
So, sure, I’m holding the pen to a certain point
And I’m trying to pin point the centre pinned joint
‘bout as long as a centipede joint
So I’m dropping more than two cents a joint
Flip up the coin I’m keeping my head up
Juggling with my angels and demons ‘till dead is up
Though the mystery aint in Bernini
I mean I’m far from mean I’m just me see
Yet people perceive me as bitter
Doesn’t matter how much a girl diss me I won’t hit her
I could fill you in like opposite of ma’am how I missed her
Naah... another day
Maybe I may one day call out mayday on a may day
And pray for days ‘till peace hits mayhem day
And gives it a piece full of peaceful spring days
That’s the dream my ink portrays...