Live

A writer, getting thought down onto a paper Trying to unwind, trying to be kind Trying to avoid having the F word Three times in one line Like any other rapper, in time, before him or after Without talking about another man's wife Been detained for crime Because it is illegal to look that fine And he knows That every line in the track he wrote flows But on the stage, he blows Rhyme by rhyme, he chokes His own bro provokes You're not good enough to perform They will laugh at your rap Do the smartest thing, and sell your lyrics to another artist, man Hold tight, I'm grabbing my coat And heading for a trip in the land of Rap Live I'm waiting for my live turn to arrive, about time I am live? Give me the mic, let there be light to fall upon me perform, here tonight Don't forget to take a bow when coming off, left and right You are live! Give him a beat, let him perform live to a crowd Looking to bury him, like a stack of wheat To slaughter him, like a piece of meat And eat him alive, leaving the young lad With dry throat and trembling feet With the people booing and yelling all kind of negative shit To a boy, who prepared real hard during the previous evening He's only a human being, heart of gold, balls of steel Trying to get a degree, from university But doing his thing, writing, recording and making a video for AKA And back to the drawing board, writing another tune If you're feeling it, then I'm writing for you Hold tight, I'm grabbing my coat And heading for a trip in the land of Rap Live I'm waiting for my live turn to arrive, about time I am live? Give me the mic, let there be light to fall upon me perform, here tonight Don't forget to take a bow when coming off, left and right You are live! Hand me a mic, hear me out I want to tell you our right To eat, drink, breath and live life While other people trying to get by, with only crumbs Nothing to feed their belly and gums Only dirty water, to give to their young sons Let me explain the facts, how we play dumb Living a lie, without wondering why We turn to booze and drugs Or even knives and guns How we complain and hold grudge And then claim, we got off on the wrong foot And foot in the wrong boot Wrong end of the stick, made of the wrong wood But I'm not trying to be rude, or want a fight If you're going to do it wrong, you may as well do it right Hold tight, I'm grabbing my coat And heading for a trip in the land of Rap Live I'm waiting for my live turn to arrive, about time I am live? Give me the mic, let there be light to fall upon me perform, here tonight Don't forget to take a bow when coming off, left and right You are live! Hold tight, I'm grabbing my coat And heading for a trip in the land of Rap Live I'm waiting for my live turn to arrive, about time So give me the mic, let there be light to fall upon me perform, here tonight Don't forget to take a bow when coming off, left and right