Just startin' to forge my way...this is a lightweight statement of sorts. The heavy comes later.
Verse 1 [The Concept]
let me take y'all back to 1990
came up out my momma, cold, pops said I was tiny
operatin' room had blinded me
deafenin' cries, reachin' out sonically
to doctors, nurses, get me out of emergency
gotta start my Odyssey
Cameron James, gifted as far as brains'll go
changin' flow, redefinin' the make and mold
this ain't no rapper shit, walkin' the path of Lazarus
resurrected by tracks, and my competition's inadequate
back to my life, had a flag on the back of my bike
flashin' lights when I rode at night, and I got a lashin' despite
my fixation with solitude, I always had to move
and leave all of my friends, frustrated, deposited thoughts in my pen
I was tossin' at ten, nightmares of my fate
pictured bein' alone in a senior home, and I'm wide awake
music provides the stake to put through, these blood suckers
'bout to find a cape, thinkin' we peers?
That's an honest mistake, cause I was made for it
Not all rappers are created equal. You got
your hustlers, gangsters, silly rappin' wanksters...
professional simpers, some whose best tracks are made for strippers..
Then there are those who dedicate themselves to the game...
They learn all they can, and bring their own flavor to the music.
Those are the ones that stick around.
Verse 2 [The Concept]
feelin' kinda sorta like Bobby Brown
minus the white, I got my Whitney in flight
lonely and God gifted, lookin' down at the lobby like,
considerin' takin' that express, elevator down I'm dressed
for death, n a business meetin' at the same time,
an arranged crime, basslines savin' my life I'm writin'
no gun in my mouth, more like Walter White wit' the ricin
easy out is enticin', been workin' too hard for nothin' I'm fightin',
feelin' like a slab of Dyson wit' Tyson punchin'
ain't sacrificin' nothin', always knew I'd be great at somethin'
this for my niggas clockin' in and workin' late at Dunkin'
my former teammates that got locked up, but they great at dunkin'
but unless you 7 foot, ain't much that you can say to Duncan
that anger Spurs to me to figure eight wit' my words
remember fightin' my granddad, tried to take me to church
but I ain't wanna go, ever since 14 I been on a rope,
tryin' not to hang, promise I'm not insane
I'm just made for it
Annnd furthermore, following trends isn't in the job description,
when you want to be the greatest. You've got to blaze your own path,
ensuring you step outside of your creative box, and work with people
who complement your music.
It's amazing that more artists don't know these things. It's all
publicly accessible information, personally I found it at the library.
Verse 3 [The Concept]
But if not,
I'm focusin' on Blu-rays, y'all Magnavox,
spit platitudes with magnitude, fuck the aftershocks
talkin' worldwide, right now my radius, half a block
but I'm plantin' seeds, y'all might wanna invest in rapper stocks
n I'm appreciatin', compliments, 90% come from across the nation
ain't rocked a stage in ten months, still gettin' confirmation
the love been growin' like bean stalks, and I see it often
they done played me sideways for years, now I got people talkin'
man I feel like Colbert, but I'm black
grab that throat bare, then I hold there, til it's no air in this track
came outta nowhere n I'm back, y'all gon' know my name in fact,
put on this abrasive act, it don't matter, call me wack
call me overconfident, shit, I'll back it on any track
I done built this up the Hardaway, I want my Pennys back
gave you 'bout 20 laps, that's five miles, I'm sprintin',
rap game Scott Summers, y'all niggas don't want my vision
See, that's what I was looking for. straight to the point,
no nonsense, a few similes and metaphors thrown in there...very nicely done!
It's like my father always used to say...drop bars on these lames
when I hit the block, they tuck in their chains...thug liiife
released February 28, 2014
Written, Recorded, Performed & Mixed by The Concept in Marietta, GA
Produced by Uzo