Writers Block (CYPHER)

(Verse Starts at 0:11)

 

"Humph. After I write this shit I'll probably go back to not knowing what to write."

"What don't I like? Writers block."

 

(Verse One)

I just feel like I can't put paper to pencil\ This type of stress make you want to put

a gun to your temple.

I want to write good, but I just won't settle/ For a unoriginal, mediocre rap because

that just won't be on the same level/ as most rappers on this site/ so I try and try

to fight/ to think of shit to say/ but no matter how hard I try, I cant find some sly

lyrics to say anyway.

 

{Chorus 2x}

I can't think, this is too much for me

I can't form a proper verse

I've got writers block, see,

How I try, and I cry and I curse,

But still I still feel like my raps are being thrown in a hearse.

 

Motherfuckers on RapPad are saying I'm bad/ but soon I'll have the dopest

verses this website has ever had/ and they'll be begging for me to do a collab/

but I'll just laugh/ and they will be the opposite of glad.

I fuckin' hate when people say my punchlines don't hit/ but I'm sorry if I can't

write for shit/ and I'm sorry if my raps aren't about killin' niggas and lickin' clits/

Just because my shit isn't about the streets/ doesn't mean my raps aren't a feat/

Because even if I ain't a gangsta/ I'll shoot you pussy rappers up like skeet.

And then you'll see/ what its like to taste defeat.

 

(Fast Rapping)

Change the beat, so you can see that I'm real/

till I zap you mofuckas' like an electric eel/

Bout to be spittin some venom and hitting them wit em (Glocks)

I can't think of shit to write but soon, I'll be so high up I could just stand for these

hoes to suck my cocks.

 

{Chorus 2x}

 

{Next Verse begins at 2:26}

 

I go forward with my first verse/ but then I reverse/ Because the lyrics don't sting/

and I can't sing/ in a house of 5/ which means I can't make my raps feel alive.

I want to live good from my raps/ I really wanna strive/ but I feel destined to lose

my money on a game of craps/ and feel like an angry beehive.....

Writers block, homie.