My approach

This is my first song. Holler at me if you want to hear it sometime. And sorry there are some boldings and shit. I just copied and pasted from my studio notes.

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Who knew?

I thought you did, kid….then I grew

Realized I’d been caged up tight like the zoo

I had to break out; a complicated plan

But understand

I couldn’t stand being a stranded man

I stood up tall on these same two feet

Thoughts deep

I gotta make this life unique

Cause I’ve been known to kick it for a little bit longer

Known to live my life the way that I wanna

Known to make it hot from my voicebox like a sauna

Simple fact that my rap is in his honor

So I put one foot right in front of the next

Put my lips to the mic; try to catch some wreck

In this space and time you never know what’s next [If I’m freestyling, I don’t know what’s next]

So represent rhythm and keep your thoughts in check [Or typing on keys, try to keep my thoughts in check]

Battling that thoughtlessness

Open up minds one at a time above the rest

It’s time to shine

I gotta ask why sometimes

Ask it up high

Ask it to the brightness of the sky and burn my eyes

If I get an answer…in the form of inspiration

The next second, out of my mouth sensation

It’s taken nations

To formulate ideals that I’m chasing

Synchopation

Spiritualized preoccupation

Holding every second of the beat in isolation

Never, never have these thought racings

[repeated twice]

Cause this is my approach. This is my approach

This is my approach. My approach.

Never let the negativity encroach

As I improvise through this lifetime, this is my approach

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[24 bars]

Lost grip of control

18 years old

Big ass beard masking fury in my soul

It incubated, steaped, it seeped out slow

Until round about now when I found my flow

My thought expands, explodes, I lose my hold

Whole being transformed to RECEPTACLE

Catching words and ideas

Love and hate streaming out the CAKRAS of my peers

Truth is so near…[right here]

So I keep wide eyes up out of the clouds

And keep my feet planted solid down on this ground

Mind on the time, on the time right now

Time’s running out; I’ve got to figure it out

These words are streaming our my mouth for a reason

Moving through the seasons, angel to a demon

And then…it changes right back again

This Jekyll and Hyde belies my still weak Zen

Will it end?

Will I find my way?

It’s tough when you grabbing bout everything you can take

From the nonsense to the subconscious

From the sublime and serene to the rowdy and rawkus

From the streets to the garden light

And that dude you ask “how you feeling?” who always says “aight”

I’m feeling kinda strange

Slightly deranged

This pleasure and pain

It’s hard to contain

[beat cuts out]

Maintain for a second

Composure resurrected

The breath is the method that I use to check it