The Making of Believe


I visit a different mountain a day and see no wise men
I heard some catchy rappers and sought to flow like them
So my pen writes rimes on sheets of scrap paper
Hoping to interact with tracks and fat flavor
Don’t trust your own ear? Geez-ask your neighbor
The one getting freebies, yeah, Mr. Tastemaker
But Mr. Tastemaker doesn’t come with his own spine
Backing today’s fad just like he’s been paid to
Hey dude-not trying to insult, just enlighten
Take this silly game’s rules and customize them
Cause it sucks to write when connects equal rep
And I’m not that outgoing, the sweat and the stress
The ink and the dreams has me thinking it seems
A blink and a scream away from king trinkets and fiends
Was once destiny, now it’s just rehearsing
Keep working, till I’m taking bows like a tree surgeon

It really doesn't matter how feeble the thesis
cause it'll be an anthem if the people repeat it
so if he says it and she says it and they say it
then it is, it must be

Greater than its parts, state of the art
The grass blackens, just another snake in the dark
Rap is breaking my heart because it isn’t the same
But-then again-neither am I-I’m needing a lie
To be believing it’s fine…knee deep in the hype
And the coolest club member keeps the secret tonight
Seems the reason to vibe turns to junior high antics
Who’s in, who’s out? It’s like a porno with people for dildos
Insert name here…bathe in the lubricant
All the rage with the traits of a foolish whim
It’s merely theory-test it and lose
Signed, "Sincerely Yours, Domestic Abuse"
Cause I’m hitting close to home and this isn’t a bunt
Or a local favorite, just a rapper with some flavored spit
Taking this cycle to its natural end
Performing tracks with a friend until I’m at it again

It really doesn't matter how feeble the thesis
cause it'll be an anthem if the people repeat it
so if he says it and she says it and they say it
then it is, it must be

This music needs to be the theme of a movement
Not a grand illusion vehicle buyers can groove in
Heaven forbid it’s just dope and you can’t explain it
So Ark and San’ll state it till it’s antiquated
I’m hardheaded, brick walls turning into fitted caps
Tell me, why’s the open mic burning when I spit a rap?
Is it that I can’t forget the feeling of my first love
And each new god’s praised even when his verse sucks?
I’m terse plus determined to crush vermin and sluts
Till their crowns and turn them to rust as sternums erupt
A word’s worth is purpose, not superfluous purchases
A merchant’s wish for diversions and tournaments
How soon we forget the impact that rap once had
So I’ma keep on this path until it comes back
Tongue to the drum track, S to the A-N
K to the O, F-A then I slay them

It really doesn't matter how feeble the thesis
cause it'll be an anthem if the people repeat it
so if he says it and she says it and they say it