JAY RAIN (Rapper) - Convoluted Thoughts
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{verse 1}
Convoluted thoughts i’ve brought to the table
I’m able to spit a rhyme from the dome ‘cause of all the time
I’ve spent lining up white lines on a blackboard
Talent i don’t lack dawg
My pen is my black sword
Slicin’ up words so they’re heard in a certain sequence
You cannot believe it, this scrawny guy? jesus
This ugly guy? leave him
Sorry, but i’ll keep ‘em coming
You will never stop it, i’m on it
My train of thought, shit
Yeah, you know about it
My past albums are shit, but now i am slidin’
‘cause i’ve been writin’ from dusk till dawn
All my thoughts been torn outta my head
And placed upon these great instrumentals
I’ve been too mental
Been used like utensil
Mind says i only got dental wisdom
But i don’t listen to the things up in my system
‘causer rap is my kingdom
And i’m the fuckin’ kingpin
The motherfuckin’ sittin’
Showing my true colors like a prism
Sometimes my mind is a prison
But i can claw myself out and fly like a gryphon
I know that some laugh at all that i’m spittin’
But bitch, ain’t no laugh tracks, i’m no peter griffin’
I’m driven ‘cause writing’s my ignition
I’m on a mission to pick out contradictions
And fix ‘em, make ‘em an inhibition
I’m a musician of ambition whether you like it or listen
This is what i’m gonna do till i die
You see the fuckin’ rhyme schemes, yeah you and i
Are not on the same level
I’m the treble and you’re the bass
Turn you off but turn me up times eight
I am great at what i do
Don’t get it misconstrued
I’m an average dude but in writin’ i don’t lose
Lyrics so good, i always come to the conclusion
I’ve been grindin’ this shit, bitch, i’m exclusive
I pick and choose what i include in
Compared to the current rappers of this era
Who don’t think ‘fore they spit
But i think through all of the things, i’ll admit
I’m coming off cocky as shit
And i think i deserve it
‘cause right now, rap feels like my fuckin’ purpose
And so yes, yeah, you fuckin’ heard it right
This ain’t no satire
I’m so fuckin’ inspired, i could fly to the sky
I’m a kit when i write, soaring all night
And fuck that hip-hop shit about being white
Why the fuck does my color have a meaning in this life?
I get the culture and everything but what a
Racist mindset to have
Don’t matter whether i’m white or black
All that matters is i fuckin’ love to rap
{verse 1}
Convoluted thoughts i’ve brought to the table
I’m able to spit a rhyme from the dome ‘cause of all the time
I’ve spent lining up white lines on a blackboard
Talent i don’t lack dawg
My pen is my black sword
Slicin’ up words so they’re heard in a certain sequence
You cannot believe it, this scrawny guy? jesus
This ugly guy? leave him
Sorry, but i’ll keep ‘em coming
You will never stop it, i’m on it
My train of thought, shit
Yeah, you know about it
My past albums are shit, but now i am slidin’
‘cause i’ve been writin’ from dusk till dawn
All my thoughts been torn outta my head
And placed upon these great instrumentals
I’ve been too mental
Been used like utensil
Mind says i only got dental wisdom
But i don’t listen to the things up in my system
‘causer rap is my kingdom
And i’m the fuckin’ kingpin
The motherfuckin’ sittin’
Showing my true colors like a prism
Sometimes my mind is a prison
But i can claw myself out and fly like a gryphon
I know that some laugh at all that i’m spittin’
But bitch, ain’t no laugh tracks, i’m no peter griffin’
I’m driven ‘cause writing’s my ignition
I’m on a mission to pick out contradictions
And fix ‘em, make ‘em an inhibition
I’m a musician of ambition whether you like it or listen
This is what i’m gonna do till i die
You see the fuckin’ rhyme schemes, yeah you and i
Are not on the same level
I’m the treble and you’re the bass
Turn you off but turn me up times eight
I am great at what i do
Don’t get it misconstrued
I’m an average dude but in writin’ i don’t lose
Lyrics so good, i always come to the conclusion
I’ve been grindin’ this shit, bitch, i’m exclusive
I pick and choose what i include in
Compared to the current rappers of this era
Who don’t think ‘fore they spit
But i think through all of the things, i’ll admit
I’m coming off cocky as shit
And i think i deserve it
‘cause right now, rap feels like my fuckin’ purpose
And so yes, yeah, you fuckin’ heard it right
This ain’t no satire
I’m so fuckin’ inspired, i could fly to the sky
I’m a kit when i write, soaring all night
And fuck that hip-hop shit about being white
Why the fuck does my color have a meaning in this life?
I get the culture and everything but what a
Racist mindset to have
Don’t matter whether i’m white or black
All that matters is i fuckin’ love to rap
