Here I Am Again

Once a beat that kills so smoothly plays I feel this strange urge to place vocals in it and bust a rhyme

It's bringing me in a trance I can't get out of like it was meant for me to be a certain way when I pick words from my brain

Its such an effin pain I can't quite get rid of like a stain on my t-shirt I'd said I quit but a beat comes on and my mind flirts

Then I squirt out a few words a sentence or two and that's when this flow begins to go like a waterhose

It just goes as planned but not really it's abnormal this strange thing we call an ability like a performance

One hit on that beat its great with the snares give em a glare shyte no time to spare never fail to sound like shit

Even when I'm not trying it just manages to find its spot in a perfect alignment its grotesque maybe it's a mistake

Syke it's not. It oddly matches the atmosphere that goes on in here don't it?

Ripping every line from these pages of my notebook oh look there he goes again rapping every word from his mind

Sometime it feels strange cause I find myself searching for another soul like mine who spits more illest shit

But I guess I might be one of a kind not a jack of all trades but sometimes these rhymes berate my mind

Then I decide to write these words on a line almost every time a beat comes on just to effin rhyme and then

 

Here I am again thinking of rapping like how the heck did this even happen?

It's hectic, repetitive, energetic again to come up with words to spit then

Here I am again thinking of rapping its changes me cuz I be acting in a way

It's stranger than things with portals and telekinesis on this piece It's fictious like damn it's infectious

Like a nice sing along nursery rhyme song that has a strange lullaby to it its hypnotic cuz

Here I am again in this situation I find my self in

Thinking of rhymes as if it's a normal thing when it's nothing I really find interest in

And yet here I am again

 

I dunno who else can relate but this is something i can instigate cuz just a single beat it initiates my brain in such a way

For me to say a word that rhymes with the next line I spray that flows from my brain like throwing cash in the air and letting it rain

But there are some effin days that are such a pain it's hard to pluck a single word from my frontal lobe to touch the hearts of those around the globe

Cuz it's immense how much power we can behold when we bust a rhyme on a beat that unfolds before your very eyes

And I'm not the only guy whose speaking on the topic there are different types of flows that goes so perfect

Like a direct attack against an opponent but it's not just buisness being performed with a hype track

And you know from then on out it's what you were meant to do from the get go it's instinctive a skill to kill words from a line and bust em raw when you rhyme

I've already said these didn't I? Yes that's why I keep on bringing it up to remind you what your mind can do with a rhyme when you rap

Just a quick inhale then let that thing rip away the strips of papers you wrote your words on before the time moves on spill them beans in front the scenes

Blow the minds of people who has never seen such a display of artistic talent it's relentless clever and a way to experience such excitement becaus once again

 

Here I am again thinking of rapping like how the heck did this even happen?

It's hectic, repetitive, energetic again to come up with words to spit then

Here I am again thinking of rapping its changes me cuz I be acting in a way

It's stranger than things with portals and telekinesis on this piece It's fictious like damn it's infectious

Like a nice sing along nursery rhyme song that has a strange lullaby to it its hypnotic cuz

Here I am again in this situation I find my self in

Thinking of rhymes as if it's a normal thing when it's nothing I really find interest in

And yet here I am again