Learning



Chorus:

Learning, yearning
For the day I see
The true lyricism and talent inside of me
Returning to place of
Flipping tables in the game
X3


Verse 1:

I yearn for the time
My eyes and mine realize
Combines, with my senses
It's senseless, endless raps are upon me
Constantly, rhymin' and freestylin' inside
I find that the time flies
When you ride tonight, it's all alright
No need to fight the final feelin' inside
Just imply the talent, into the raps
Rhyme all night and all day
I must say, tell me the dream
That I see, may be able to be
It ain't gonna wait for me to finally release me own
I react with a constant heat when it comes to sheets
I constantly, need to defeat the
The others sheets, that I've released
The scribbled paragraphs that I have mapped before
To try and best the last crap that I have handed over
I'm mad now, seeking for the peak of rap skill
Ultimately, I wanna be on the peak of raps history


Chorus:

Learning, yearning
For the day I see
The true lyricism and talent inside of me
Returning to place of
Flipping tables in the game
X3


Verse 2:

Before I get judged to much, I just wanna say
This isn't the complete complex inside of me
I'm startin' out a little strange and crazy
Next album that I release will be more sick
With more sick shit when I spit this
All damn night, all these rhymes
Confined me to one place, to sit and write
All the time, I cram mind, with all the rhymes
You're incoherent to the lyrics
What do you gotta do to be happy too
I don't really know, now
I'm not really happy unless I'm rappin'
They said I'd never make it
They said I'd never take off
Well fuck off, I'm on the next flight
I'll write till my right hand and eyes bleed
Beseech the hatred laced inside each of these
It may not seem that way
But the way that I fell while I write is crazy
My sight's alright, I'm headin' in the right direction


Chorus:

Learning, yearning
For the day I see
The true lyricism and talent inside of me
Returning to place of
Flipping tables in the game
X3


Verse 3:

You know I always wanted to be a rapper
But I figured I'd be no good
A lot of it was because I wasn't raised in the hood
Not the greatest place ever, but there was no blood shed
No bashed in heads on the daily
But it got crazy sometimes with the fights and the drugs
Half the youth in the place did like they were thugs
But anyways the raps came to me all the time
I realized though I needed to kick up my rhymes
To the next level, I ain't level headed
I'm shredded the sense is all gone from me
I tried to rap a little more, and got frustrated
I couldn't find my place, couldn't find my pace
My flow, my lyrics, my words and now
I'm startin' to come into the game with a bang
I haven't been noticed yet but with the "beast" comin out
I'm sure to be, at least just a little, I'm questionin' if I should started
Should I have built up my skill and came in heavily, slow and steady
But anyways i can't trash this yet, I'm still learnin' anyways
Findin' the ways to rhyme in the right caliber for myself and others


Chorus:

Learning, yearning
For the day I see
The true lyricism and talent inside of me
Returning to place of
Flipping tables in the game
X3