The Note

[Verse 1] Line jotter super rhyme maker Looking at the paper like hmmm I'll take her To anywhere letters speak to cadence through speakers Leaking all blatant to the people who need it Stroke the pen till the choke hold genius Gets the vocal tones leaning that underground mean shit My mind team stitching themes like a fiends fix Doper than your remix Fast forward them ask for's it's me bitch I've been doing well creating shapes Out of missing what I'm usually used to hearing on a tape Traditions based on wisdom and balance equals faith Radio play's only based on getting paid It's secondary for me to be thinking like a slave So I think like the page foundation laid Make way for the pains I display Rock it this way until my hue goes grey [Hook] While you strive for a gold rope Some lose they self with no hope Impaired visions and thick clouds of kush smoke Color of tote, Murder She Wrote was the quote So take note The note [Verse 2] Mad man line for line writing on a mission Like Eli's with a pen in hand gripping rap different Fans listen standing next to the speakers Ears bleeding from the bullshit most call MCing So called MCing gone end? Ain't it a question of favorite when everything you hear plays again Brainwash for deep thought if they let you in Lose you in the mix of it but they'll call it spins I wonder who gave power to them? Who put the paper above pride of the pen? Writing off topic to a pocket of depend Dollar signs pointing to a profit of pretend Locked into a bond with two separate ends Once the contract's added the real math begins Labels turn tables to you against them And that's where it ends Hook