New School Leaders

I'm staring at the world's blankest page White with all the angst and rage I can't convey Just feeling so distraught and depressed As I imagine these lines filled With all the sick rhyme skill I thought I possessed It's a pressure to produce, its my process its slow I got no mic presence and no progress to show Its this project its so ambitious It makes me wish that I could just Sit and talk to a professional musician Cause maybe he could tell me if I got the talent I just wanna shoot the gift All I wanna do is spit so bad and its sad Cause all I wanna do is quit when the pressure hits Harbouring the prospect of failin' y'all I get left with this sick deep feelin' Most definite, I should sleep this off Man you can't be this soft Yo where'd you come from? Listen son take those bedsheets from off your body No time for rest, don't just resign to stress I'm the real MC that you wanted to find And test your rhymes And get all the thoughts in your mind addressed So sit up a second let me answer your questions [Original Rap, with new school leaders] Young bro, open your eyes you're gonna make great music Just open your soul and cats will relate to it If you open your heart at least you'll escape through it Yeah I'm scared that I will but still no one will take to it I guess that's why I'm stuck before this opening line Cause when my demo drops its gotta be blowin' some minds To make some dough with these rhymes I must be showin' them I'm... What, deaf? Cause only the deaf need to go and get signed Just to express themselves, you can get your wealth in other ways I ain't tryin to scam millions, or get your love and praise Cause god gave man brilliance Yeah but why plan buildin' if the most I'll ever do Is rhyme for my grandchildren Respect! You love to get but you hate to earn This time can be a blessing if you wait your turn And simply stay concerned with making sure you state what you feel When you're lacin' your reels and always elevatin' your skills See I've learned this thing determines what it takes to get ill And real patience doesn't mean you sit and wait for a deal Build with local cats, do the open mic thing There ain't none! Then make some, you wanna be an all time great son? Cool, do your thing, but just recognize this Success won't make you happy At best it make you rich At worst it make you paranoid bitter and afraid And either way there's no use for cash in the grave Problems and platinum plaques So don't let your raps detract from the bigger things in life Cause that's a trap, for real! [Original rap, with new school leaders] Yo, tell me exactly how you got your props? One day I started working hard and just forgot to stop If you don't stay on your rhymes you'll probably rock the spot Around the time pigs fly like some cops with hops But Man I'll never match That's true, who in the world can? Most of these cats can't even flow, like Pearl Jam Man I'm just playin', but you gotta have confidence Well what about humility? Well I'm not sayin' be pompous kid, just recognize your ability Cause a real MC knows if he's competent, you feelin me? Well are you feelin' me, do I got what it takes? Well do you got a vision, a purpose, a mic, and some breaks? I know you got the passion cause I can see it in your face And that's already more than half of these cats making tapes I'm trying to be making paid though, school ain't my thing All I think about is rappin' and makin' this happen and... Man I been there, matter of fact I'm still here Let me get some cats on the mic to explain this to you real clear Fellows who can speak with authority Listen: While real MC's and DJ's are a minority A dope MC is a dope MC with or without a record deal, all can see See no need for boozy crowds clappin' their hands I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Stay far from timid only make moves when your hearts in it It ain't hard to tell I part mimics market it for target and charts with smart gimmicks From the fresh soul for sharp witted and artistic (?)