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My favorite track off Spiritual State..My favorite beat. I found a sample of a lady talkin about a trick jet pilot and how he crashed, the way she explained it for some reason reminded me of writers block, "he turned his engine off". especially thought it was convenient that she said "spirals" too....when you write something down you dont like you scribble it ,like to make spirals, One day I wrote a lot of lines i didnt like and scribbled them out becuz of writers block.....so i made a song on how sumtimes i cant make a song :D -AxL3
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whos ever been to the block? the block for writers,
the writers block where the words flop,
where stop signs in a mental lane
make a verbal vehicle stop, no gasoline
intervene with a tool, pop, theres a rhyme
, but another wouldnt follow, Im
feelin possibly irritated by an empty line,
why did the wrds hit the cliff with out a cliff note
study guide cuz it led flow into a suicide
suicide
slow n steady suicide
face buried under crumpled paper
session suicide
suicide verbal session suicide
ink sliding out my damn wrist
disrupted I'm
that boy interrupted I'm
Frustrated I
needa break with my foot on the brake
So i can brake solitude
for my next take and bleep the bloopers
for mistake's Sake sit n wait at the wake
as i mourn the scribbled lines dead
that couldnt make it here today out my damn head
black suits with a dark tie suit the occasion
invasion of the rhyme snatchers mental-like abrasion
no brain activation, I cant steer
so i charged up the rods, when your ready shout "clear"
clear my mind is , fear came with it too,
with assembly required, the rhymes never came true!
A dead end sign? amnesia to the rhyme,
so when the car stops, I'm left wondering who am I?
there's a mountain of the crumpled paper tries,
when i tried to make a call,
leave a message at the next sigggggh,
the next line left his brain fried,
the pain only temorary to the mind,
the next try only left a scribbled line,
when the pen felt a temporary death , the brain cried as the rap died...
suicide
slow n steady suicide
face buried under crumpled paper
session suicide
suicide verbal session suicide
ink sliding out my damn wrist
disrupted I'm
that boy interrupted I'm
Frustrated I
needa break with my foot on the brake
So i can brake solitude
for my next take and bleep the bloopers
for mistake Sake sit n wait at the wake
suicide
slow n steady suicide
face buried under crumpled paper
session suicide
suicide verbal session suicide
ink sliding out my damn wrist
disrupted I'm
that boy interrupted I'm
about to set decapatation to affect
cuz the mic I couldnt wreck
the words left like my dad
out the window flew the pad
out the mind no wrds
so out the mouth no spit
frequently i gave birth to it wrds FREAKIshly
the frequency of my rhyme scheme
used to be predictably similar to
the heart beat of hip hop dont stop
never dead but writers block
can happen instead
the rappers wrst dread
the writers take meds
a miligram of inspiration on the side
to avoid slow n steady crumpled paper verbal session suicide
thers a crumpled up paper trail
proof that the song couldnt sail
i tried the rhyme again but again i fail
and i fell to do it well
there was a note on his side
that described the verbal session suicide
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