Heart Inside / Werd (sos)[Werd]Time is of the essence
so I'm blessing every secondAnd my weapon is my pen
in dire need of sessionSo I give it some attention
and the tension I was stressingSeems to vanish,
and I thank you for the lessons lifeBut this mic it
might make a slight changeMisplaced faith in fate will
get you no nameMistake work for luck,
have you no brainsSit back and think about that up
in you're old age(ha) And I aint saying I ever made
doeBut you geeks acting like Al Pachi-noStop lying
ya bam With you're comical acts you should be playing
at The Stand(stand up) nah you can sit downShut up
son, you're about as hot as the moonSo jotting on the
paper it should be understoodYou're under me,
underground and under my foot
(defeat)Used the brain, used the heart this timeWith
each beat you can tell that I'mTrying in vain,
with all of my rhymesBut that's fine I put my heart
inside [x2]Feeling all depressive,
like my sentences patheticEither feel it or respect
it all I ask is you accept itSee my accent retrospective
of the city I'm connectedMy perspective and objective's
are selective yet extensive butI'm defensive yet defenseless
in this presenceAnd in dire need of reasons to keep
keeping with the presentComprehensive,
yes my pen is, but its harder when I pen itWhen the
others half's reflected and it's hardly isometricFrom
the Werd side, Drew back to the full tideWashed out
thoughts in a wave in a sound biteSome like,
some hate but it's alrightMotivation takes many forms
in my dull lifeDoes life, consist of what we make it?And
if so, is it confined to no other basisIf I hold myself
back why do I waste it?I'll just speak from the heart,
its all I gotUsed the brain,
used the heart this timeWith each beat you can tell
that I'mTrying in vain, with all of my rhymesBut that's
fine I put my heart inside [x4]
so I'm blessing every secondAnd my weapon is my pen
in dire need of sessionSo I give it some attention
and the tension I was stressingSeems to vanish,
and I thank you for the lessons lifeBut this mic it
might make a slight changeMisplaced faith in fate will
get you no nameMistake work for luck,
have you no brainsSit back and think about that up
in you're old age(ha) And I aint saying I ever made
doeBut you geeks acting like Al Pachi-noStop lying
ya bam With you're comical acts you should be playing
at The Stand(stand up) nah you can sit downShut up
son, you're about as hot as the moonSo jotting on the
paper it should be understoodYou're under me,
underground and under my foot
(defeat)Used the brain, used the heart this timeWith
each beat you can tell that I'mTrying in vain,
with all of my rhymesBut that's fine I put my heart
inside [x2]Feeling all depressive,
like my sentences patheticEither feel it or respect
it all I ask is you accept itSee my accent retrospective
of the city I'm connectedMy perspective and objective's
are selective yet extensive butI'm defensive yet defenseless
in this presenceAnd in dire need of reasons to keep
keeping with the presentComprehensive,
yes my pen is, but its harder when I pen itWhen the
others half's reflected and it's hardly isometricFrom
the Werd side, Drew back to the full tideWashed out
thoughts in a wave in a sound biteSome like,
some hate but it's alrightMotivation takes many forms
in my dull lifeDoes life, consist of what we make it?And
if so, is it confined to no other basisIf I hold myself
back why do I waste it?I'll just speak from the heart,
its all I gotUsed the brain,
used the heart this timeWith each beat you can tell
that I'mTrying in vain, with all of my rhymesBut that's
fine I put my heart inside [x4]
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