I'm chilling on the corner,
Of my office chair, I'm ill as a performer,
Not getting anywhere in my cubicle, you should know,
Sun is shining outside and it's beautiful...
Meanwhile I sit holed up in in my landscape,
Basement, boxed in, no thrill with computers,
I used to be awesome, I needed no tutors,
Self-taught from the bottom and I started with Judo...
But somehow things gave up on me like that bad knee...
Everything most go, so doe the self esteem,
And as the years roll by it doesn't grow either,
Flow's weaker, low sleeper, game changer, need me to...
Breath. Just take in some fresh air!
October is great yeah, Inktober's the step here,
And I need a companion, so slowly I realize,
To keep me motivated in real life, to keep me going...
I'm not the type who doesn't do things, I keep it moving!
If it's productivity as you see it it's ass I see,
I justify what I do, writing daily haikus, stuck on reviewing,
But you bloom as a human when you get in tune with
Other people. We really are sociable creatures.
Used to be the lone wolf and disbeliever, maybe emo,
I turned into a real Keanu Reeves though,
Or his alter ego, Wick yo, you know the sequel?
What I'm saying is I'm tired of playing games all day...
I want to play them all night too! Just blaze away!
And find a place within my mental landscape,
When I've got energy enough to both center, pan, fade!
I'm in all scenes. Seen from all angles.
I both jump, and I hover and I dangle,
Can I be the same peep in the same place and make it seem,
Like I'm a riding a whole row boat parallel race machine!
Like a movie with captions. Or extra endings.
A live life hard once... then try again thing.
I want more action. I'm multitasking.
I'm writing reading and dreaming and maybe rapping at the same time.
That'd hit the grape vine, right?
But maybe I should just be happy when I take this mic,
Take a pause from reviewing, and from games and from life,
And shed some sensible sentiments and supplementary insights...
Yeah... I could just be THAT GUY.
I could just be me, myself... and I.
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...