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Writer's Block
by Kxng Kade
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I make songs for the weak and songs for the strong
I make songs for the kids that make'em feel armed to the teeth
Make'em feel empowered, they ain't got the option to speak
I make tracks that make you wanna jump but not to the beat
I make tracks for every single person that can relate to it
And when they feel powerless they can escape to it
So really I make music and it's to myself that I stay true with
I chase fame the same way I chase change like a cent
Ain't not a single rhyme I regret, it's plain simple I give my best
So when I takeoff you chumps'll never see my decent
They keep praying for it, like they hunt for my head
When I explode you're gonna know I'm blowing the game up
A fighter, that's the same why that I came up
You can't judge
So your traps better stay shut, I spit the illest thing
There ain't nothing to make up
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go I will fight
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go, I will fight
This is when passion becomes art, art becomes pain
Mind of fighter, when I'm rapping the show starts
Life of a rhymer composing my symphony Simplicity at it's finest, mozart ain't showing a Sign of slowing
You know that I find ways to always come back 'Cause my rhymes are like gold to these Minors
When the going gets tough the tough gets going So is the game of life I pour my soul to The mic Cruising afar
I go for the skies shoot for stars
Bring an uproar
Like a revolution's at large, go down without a fight?
That's insult to my pride
You should've all known that I owe my all to this mic
So welcome to the block of a writer, a writer of a block of words
Emcees scatter looking like some flock of birds
I look at life
And I think it could be worse
But to live in itself is a blessing and not a curse
My music comes from the heart
Connected into my thoughts
Before I leave I know imma leave a mark
On the game and every single person know my name
My music comes from the heart
Connected into my thoughts
Before I leave I know imma leave a mark
On the game and every single person know my name
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go I will fight
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go, I will fight
I make songs for the weak and songs for the strong
I make songs for the kids that make'em feel armed to the teeth
Make'em feel empowered, they ain't got the option to speak
I make tracks that make you wanna jump but not to the beat
I make tracks for every single person that can relate to it
And when they feel powerless they can escape to it
So really I make music and it's to myself that I stay true with
I chase fame the same way I chase change like a cent
Ain't not a single rhyme I regret, it's plain simple I give my best
So when I takeoff you chumps'll never see my decent
They keep praying for it, like they hunt for my head
When I explode you're gonna know I'm blowing the game up
A fighter, that's the same why that I came up
You can't judge
So your traps better stay shut, I spit the illest thing
There ain't nothing to make up
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go I will fight
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go, I will fight
This is when passion becomes art, art becomes pain
Mind of fighter, when I'm rapping the show starts
Life of a rhymer composing my symphony Simplicity at it's finest, mozart ain't showing a Sign of slowing
You know that I find ways to always come back 'Cause my rhymes are like gold to these Minors
When the going gets tough the tough gets going So is the game of life I pour my soul to The mic Cruising afar
I go for the skies shoot for stars
Bring an uproar
Like a revolution's at large, go down without a fight?
That's insult to my pride
You should've all known that I owe my all to this mic
So welcome to the block of a writer, a writer of a block of words
Emcees scatter looking like some flock of birds
I look at life
And I think it could be worse
But to live in itself is a blessing and not a curse
My music comes from the heart
Connected into my thoughts
Before I leave I know imma leave a mark
On the game and every single person know my name
My music comes from the heart
Connected into my thoughts
Before I leave I know imma leave a mark
On the game and every single person know my name
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go I will fight
If you could see my life, through nowhere but my eyes
You'd see that I don't try to let go, I will fight
