Lyrics

Just my thoughts It's not Heavy Mental, but it's just my thoughts When I'm writing in my room, it's like a child that's fighting in the womb Not guarded like a mother and The rhyme is the publishing But I don't want it to come too soon 'cause if the rhyme is premature, that means it's not pure The mind is my screen, the footage scenes are raw The film inspired by the fiends that lean in my hall and killers and thieves who schemed on my flaw So when I write a rhyme, it seems like I withdraw 'cause it took a lot of time to find a means for our cure So I do this rhyme like I was operating Deliver the right flow took lots of patience I would head underground and lock my basement And I suffered [?] while y'all waiting Now before I begin, first I sterilize every one of my pens Slide in the CDs of instrumentals and blends 'cause the pencil's my syringe Then I throw on surgical gloves before I write my rhyme It's open book surgery when I slice the line Every stroke, I leave scars But when it's spoke, they're called bars And what I wrote, it's for god And not only smoke to get charged Now I'm cinematic with graphics The pen that I craft with is the lens to a camera that the photographer snapped with Writing rhymes the way pictures are developed The rhyme has no color 'til I kick it a cappella Process the rhymes in a dark room, it's where I edit it But in my film, I keep the negatives 'cause it has the gems and all the messages Step two: put the flow under my mind's faucet And turn the rhyme into a portrait I go there, redesign the orbit, my thoughts lit Light up my skull like a jack-o-lantern My eyes disappear then they flash a mansion Priest the rap Samson The black phantom of the Hip-Opera I'm the stenographer philosopher, stigmata of Big Poppa I'm the real King Solomon, y'all all my hologram