Wait For The Beat.




Listen to my flow, and watch me swim in it
Punchlines are my diving board, now watch me slowly jump in it
Learn to keep to the beat, cause I may drawn in it
Move my pen like my hands, cause it keeps me at a faster pace
My goggles help me see threw my words, so I see through the race
Metaphors are crazy, I think im getting this shit
Or maybe im confused like a chick, when she see a dick
Maybe even a chain, So more people look quick
The more attraction the more attention
The more dept, the more dimension
Show Love to my gears, so it helps my suspensions
As so many thoughts flow threw my head, I don’t no which one to write down
So my insight sights, what ever found
Like when a black man, sees a dollar laying on ground
He's force to pick it up, like im force to write it down
I hope you people understand what im trying to relate
Cause there’s a up and down part, like I was dealing with real-estate
I feel lifted, David blain help me levitate
Or haters discriminate, cause you differentiate
Nothings the same, even Gs starting to change
Like a chain that’s way to far over its range
Its either your dead, or your a lost cause
I write to play, but hope one day not to get paused
Listen to words, like I was your parent
And learn easily, like it was a inherent
Take my bars like it was my appearance
And your force to look, like it said clearance
As “The Breeze” walks with me its pushing me faster
And as The “Fresh AiR” enters my body, the more ima stick to it like plaster
So take this write like it was something you bout
You will finally have apart of me, and it is "Just My Thoughts"