My World: Quest For The Throne

Flex

I am a misfit who started to spit fire so lit as a bit of a skit and who suffers from problems but will most likely never quit,

And I know I don't talk right, sometimes a little too white, not from a hood but somehow still an introverted hoodlum who thinks he could be good and won't give up without a fight 'cause he knows that now is a good night, but life is finite, so when all is dark - see him as a flicker in the darkness trying to spread his light,

Don't try tell me you're the best and better than the rest with a mumble as you stumble through lyricism - there's a schism where those who think it's their duty to use actual beauty in the words they chose to use and the mindless sound you think is art that quickly faded to the background,

I'm the kinda guy to only shoot his shot once with precision from knowledge like, "mama knows"
I don't listen to trap or mumble rap - I put my lyrical trigger to its head and don't forget to double-tap,
Pull the trigger, click-clack, well, that's a wrap - and now I expect you to fall back like dominoes,

This is my moment,
Gotta take it in my hand,
Clench my fist and own it,
Not writing this to cash some cheques or to work on my pecs,
Just an outlet 'cause it's my time to flex

Rapping to the sound of my heartbeat beating to the instrumental instruments causing shit in my head, but I claim it as an incidental - the work is all up in the mental - and I try not to hate my body,
I figure it's just a rental,

Just a guy who's wiry with no wires, whose bars ignite fires - but I'm not an electronic - just a kid raised by the way of the phonics and now mixing metaphors and metaphorical tonics, parallel like the bands of the onyx and I guess some see my awkward ramblings and think I should maybe be in a padded cell, well,
My hunger won't quell until I hear the sound of a victory bell,

Write a bunch of stuff but then leave,
Show you my heart on my sleeve as bait for the time to come where I can say I baited you in and then left you breathless waiting with baited breath,
Truth is I'm still learning to be bolder to throw away my problems like a boulder before my death,

Not trying to be callous just trying to practice and build up a callus,
I don't update often and I really am sorry - my brain gets busy doing nothing and acts like there's a long que and I try come back, but it's like my foot is always tapping on the wrong cue,

Like, my signal is the songs that I listen to from the aural but then only relate it to the audience as the verbal after I rap to myself in the oral,

This is my moment,
Gotta take it in my hand,
Clench my fist and own it,
Not writing this to cash some cheques or to work on my pecs,
Just an outlet 'cause it's my time to flex

Yeah, I have flaws,
Some of them glaring,
And I talk differently to how I rap, like, there's less swearing,
Always been fascinated with the quire more than listening to the class in the choir,

Eloquent in my element when I try to stay relevant with my eloquence,
Using constant consonants constantly as a consequence,
I mean, I want to cement my name with a semblance of fame,

But I don't want to see my inner pain when I transmute it into art because I'd lose control and push on my mind like pillars 'till everyone gets splattered with the debris,
My brain is an orchestra of arguments and the only who can end the dispute is me,

This is my moment,
Gotta take it in my hand,
Clench my fist and own it,
Not writing this to cash some cheques or to work on my pecs,
Just an outlet 'cause it's my time to flex,

I'm not always stable but I don't see a need to change myself to fit a label,
Just a flawed human trying to humanise and harmonise my dreams and passion to fashion a brighter future like a surgeon trying to suture wounds on my own,
Trying to grab everything that's been out of my reach but I never had anyone to teach me - never had a tutor, since I was a kid to now when people see me as grown,

Short guy trying to cast a large shadow and be a giant,
Pushing back against all that's pushing me down like I'm defiant,

Off the script like I was drunk in the cellar but I'm a fella who's a stellar artist artistically and artfully crafting this like an artisan, biased towards my work like I'm a partisan
Drunk off the moon and using it as my shine,
Just trying to claim hope and this game as mine.