Inktober #28 - The Groove, The Search
Yeah! Here comes the beat... Cyberdevil... S3C!
I'm closing in! Inktober's growing the dopest things
Rolling in grooves by both nouveau kin and old friends,
I've beginning to move like most trends, from way back,
Like Diamond Rimz up on a Benz they play back.
Hey! This life is my street!
I ride to this beat! I try new techniques!
There is so much lying I've mind to complete!
So much unreleased dope shit and musique! Oy vee!
But I still don't know what I want to be!
I'm still stringing on the beads of my swiveling feats,
Trying for nimble physique, trying to kill off habits,
That hold me back! There's that old black magic!
Is it clear to y'all I want to be an emcee?
Nothing's clear it's all scary to me,
Putting your life on the line, putting it all on a card,
You'll go far if it's the right one but how do you start!
How do you try if you don't? How do you vibe with your heart?
How do you know if you're smart? And if you're wise then you... aren't? Huh?
But I'm closing in! Inktober gave me the ropes again!
To vent, get bent and poke at things
I notice in the world that stir me, it's been great learning,
I go to bed early (Yeah right!)
It's a test of self-discipline too,
Can you do what you have to if you do what you do?
Can you doodle on a pad too? Can you make it all backwards?
Can you handle whatever bad things life throws at you?
Full force short trips and a forklift course
Over full time work that dwarves you short. Saps your energy.
Y'all better remember me! If ya'll ever try to do the things I did!
With an open mind! Open eyelids! See the future! Try to find it!
Don't keep on wanderin' the road that's timeless!
Give me the mic yes and I'll ignite it.
Give S3C drums and he'll be quite pressed.
Percussion. You know. High-hat lo-fi kicks ayy thy best.
Yeah man dope stuff... really dope yo...