Not what you actually need

Yo

When I play the music, I speak in all ryhmes.

Never try to abuse it, but it turns sour like lime.

I hate the fact that when I try to speak my mind,

they just accuse me of sucking.

No I really don't feel fine.

And when it's done, it's the end of the day.

I don't feel like working. But a man has no time to play.

Don't you understand? I want to be free.

My words mean nothing, if i don't have the spirit of me.

 

You got.

 

To let.

 

Go.

 

 

These words.

 

You need.

 

To know.

 

If you don't have the time to listen.

My heart and soul will go missing.

 

So Let.. The words, come, out.

Doesn't have, to be a turnabout.

And when you realize what you believe me to be.

Is not what you actually need.

 

Okay?

Do you know the key thing?

When you hear my voice ring?

I do it out of pleasure.

Extreme isn't better.

I'm not as tight as leather.

I can feel a bit under the weather.

So please stop the endless ploys when my head feels light as a feather.

I may be getting better and better, but as I pour out my vocals they see me as the go getter.

I can't take the pressure, the pride is getting lesser and lesser.

I don't want to end up breaking into a terror.

 

I don't want this.

No.

I can fight this.

 

When I play the music, it plays a nice soft tune.

I don't care if I do end up looking like a baboon.

It's true.

Even if I end in nonfiction, I know that I completed my mission.

 

You got.

 

To let.

 

Go.

 

 

These words you really need to know.

 

If you don't have the time to listen.

My heart and soul will go missing.

 

(2:19)

So Let.. The words, come, out.

Doesn't have, to be a turnabout.

And when you realize what you believe me to be.

Is not what you actually need.

( Ends at 2:48)