Joywriting

[Verse 1: Sev Statik] Well if I'm first I might as well make this verse something You want to listen to, maybe give you a visual of light Illumination for dark times, I'm able just to walk with loneliness Mic sparking, clashing, so to be smashing out these deep flows Paying dues is often the cost For a professional, I'm exceptional when I send thoughts into soldier type fashion March to a hidden part of the pen Splashing out onto the page, words drop in brigades Non-stop brain waves 24-7 Shine or rain, I stay repping To hold down this black ink, more effective than oppression I'm letting out loud screams I'm hearing these ghost writers on the scene Invisible to the rest but I know who they possess Control your text before your mouth starts rhyming Sintax, Listener, Sev, we're joywriting [Hook: Listener] x2 We're going joywriting as we rhyme across the map With our thoughts shining concepts right into your lap When we write verbs to link words from ink blurs It comes out fresh to impress on the paper [Verse 2: Listener] I lay the groundwork, throw in about ten layers of intricacies Shrouded delicately through a buried sea But doesn't matter when you really don't care or see That I love it, seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly Catching me so off guard I'm questioning how much you're Feeling me, I could scream like hostages about How much the man keeps me down or I could complain like the handicapped About how my lyrics sound and how it's not accessible, but I won't I should impress my rap-name on your mind like it's a leather belt And I might try and make you feel guilty about how I'm so underground and you're the commercialest Soil on top of me..well I'll just lay the groundwork and stay content with my beats Mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats Phonetically bound by threads of concept pleats Recycled into thoughts unique [Hook] [Verse 3: Sintax] My father's prize possession is a Pilot ball point pen (oh yeah) He keeps it freshly polished and seldom is it written (hmmmm) But he left last week and so I took it for a spin (ha ha ha) Joywriting with my friends, swerving in and out the margin Pardon my pleasure because I'm reckless when I grin I never look before I laugh cause that's a waste of inhibition Cross double punchlines and keeping traffic on their toes I've got em ducking into stitches as I'm steering down the road Offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose Compose in 4-wheel drive to survive the highs and lows I'm a Padawan Jedi fully trained in the art My heart midi-chlorian count is off the charts Trained with Obi-Wan Kenobi in the early morning sun Spit sound surround like Dolby when I breathe through speaker lungs Riding bareback on a bantha across the sands of Tattooine Using the force to chart my course holding the hands of Elohim Who bends my will to win, pod racing on the outer rim Deepspacing as I'm chasing down ideas with my pen Lament for the loss and pray for peace so kids can cope Spit hope, love and joy with every flick of the scripter's pen stroke [Hook]