Be Heard

Yeah — yeah — yeah
Yeah…
Yeah — yeah — yeah
Yeah — yeah…
This writer’s block has got the best of me — testing me
& the fact I can’t express myself is stressing me — mentally
Cause emotion I keep afloat, in & ocean of lethal notes
Poetic symbolism of a man that overdosed
On «living life for everyone but me»…
Until I stood in agony-staggering, as I tried to make believe
People cared about the things I did for them — unselfishly
& in turn would return the favor back to me — before I leave
But… society is self centered — they’re a dying breed
Of artificial adolescents driven by greed
So in order for me to do what I need to succeed
I’ll never let up & envelop all competing emcees
My intelligence supersedes any college degree
So take your «go to school» mentality and battle me please
& when you freeze up, terrified of what you released
Know my methods are un-killable, immortal technique
I — stand — tall
Won’t quit, won’t fall
I’m giving everything I have till the finish
Pushing ability to the limit — I’LL BE HEARD!
Yeah… yeah…yeah…yeah
I’LL BE HEARD!
Yeah… yeah…yeah
I WILL BE HEARD!
Lost — frost bitten heart beats soft &-
Silent, my iris, hides behind eyelids
I — find it, easier with more pain
Cause I’m used to — battling blocks & barricades
In a maze of adventure, hence the lyrics
My ambitious fairy-tail — I tell, is real when you hear it — so clear it
I mean the room — turn off the lights too
Put a spotlight on me, & place a mirror in view
I’d rather rap to myself, then & unforgiving crowd of you
When I’m destitute, you exclude & elude my mood — so I
Poetically try to make sense of it all, cause if I don’t
I’ll fall, & find myself unable to crawl — & maybe
There I’ll lay, maybe there I’ll stay
Where you can kick me in the face when I’m down, a double play
But better believe that I’ll get right back on my feet
Ready to rumble with anyone dumb enough to repeat
People ask me why I must remain lyrical — & I don’t wanna
Hear 'em so I steer 'em, to the lyrics of a miracle
Call my philosophical thought Excalibur
Because I cut to the chase, no meaningless vernacular
I’m waiting for this industry to care about words — enough to
Sign & emcee with a substantial amount of verbs
If only people heard him, if only people cared
If only people listened to more than a kick and snare
But the beat consumes them — I shriek, the pen leaks
Letters all over the paper placed in front of me
Patiently I lay in wait to bleed over the beat…
Offering me as a sacrificial human being
& I sing — continuing to bring a piece of me
To the table, where these other rappers feel a need to feast
And when they come to eat, I’ll lure them to the beef
Sub-lim-in-ally, I’ll aid in their defeat