Sixteen Hours

I started this verse on January 19th 8:59 p.m
Halftime of the Knicks game.

Melo went for 25 in the second
and I'm cooking up a rhyme to perfection. In these lines I give lessons
I'll be signed in a second.
Dedicate a craft, make your grind your profession. Tahj making sure that everything lit. Lyrical chopper ready to spit. I'm tired of people rapping about irrelevant shit. I gave a live report of my depression with this. Turned them into bars, the only way to get the messages sent. Forever equipped, never forget. Letters I licked, separated friends from the ship. Temples would clinch because of all the pressure I pinched. Started painting pictures I thought I would never depict. Right now I'm feeling like Melo might drop 50, cause in the second quarter he was not missing. So many bonds splitting, broke as hell but my stock's risen. How many can really talk visions?  I told you all of this just imagine what I did not mention. My thoughts scriptures and this life is what the Lord's gift is. And what I write is what the Lord's gifted. Upon me, I almost took it away. I be writing to free the things that I couldn't just say. I was saying I couldn't complain. But the devil had his foot on my brain. That was a pressure that just couldn't remain. I wrote about it cause I couldn't refrain. Now look at the dirt you put on my name. You used to love me for the way I was, now it seems you hate the love. We're living in a world where it seems like people hate to love. Picking up the pieces to my heart made me afraid of Love. Telling stories I should leave concealed, but I can't make it up.

And now the Knicks are down 10 toward the end of 3rd. I painted pictures with the pen that you once didn't observe.
But now I've pulled you into the story, I've made you a part of it. Writing to a beat and I'm placing my heart in it. Thinking of stopping it cause I'm missing the game. Tahj saying everything lit, I'm flicking the flame. And telling the world what's been on my brain. Won't be long before I get to the fame. He got the dollars and the kid didn't change, the type of shit that they'll say.
I'm in the future looking back, spitting lyrical mags. I'm serving food for thought to get to the cash.
I worked on my delivery
With murderous artillery
These words might be the end of me
These verses bring me synergy
I'm searching for the energy
While cursing at my memories.
My purpose is my penalty
I'm making instrumentals bleed.

And the Knicks just lost, that was painful, it hurt. This ain't a game, but I'm playing with words. I don't even know what to say in this verse. But everything I'm saying just works. Writing on the spot before recording so I don't have a way to rehearse.
I pass the joint, and let these raps anoint. Ball with the pen, I have a point. Speaking in my rapping voice.
Or maybe I'll just slow it down for a while. Switching it up to show the sounds of my style. This is something that was just found in the file. Lyrical dope stored in mountainous piles. Lyrical vault on the top of the dome. Rhymes deeper than the top of the chrome.
Search bars.
Dented as his first car
Ironic he healed by making letters of his worst scars
Better when this verse starts
Clever with his word art
Spreading so much love you would think he had a third heart.
Telling you the worst parts
Writing them the best though. My life's become a mess bro. Sat up in the chair cause I'm writing in my next flow. Mind racing. Ready, set, go. Follow me where my head goes. Plotting on the end zone. Back against the wall, it's 4th and 99. My mind becomes so cluttered that I'm forced to write a rhyme. Might be a rough draft, but I'm recording it this time. So I'm fortunate this time. Lost a fortune in my dime. It's funny, I find you when I get lost up in my mind. You've been running through it, running on it, skating by it. Funny, foolish. Something that I say in silence. Showing off how great my mind is. This is something that I should take my time with. I package these bars with delivery, great consignment. Fountain of Youth flow, what I state is timeless. I'm a prophet with these bars, they say that crime pays. I've been fighting the urge to write Lovesick for like five days. They're sitting out, they couldn't stand what he wrote. They fell apart, I was just trying to keep the family close.

Peace said sorry for leaving when I needed her help
Then told me never apologize for being myself.

I lost my train of, that thought's erased. Now I'm praying to make it home on a quarter tank.
Suspended thoughts beneath these words he's underlying. So much drive I'm worried about my license. Happiness I was hurrying to find it. Screaming in my head while scurrying in silence. Bars cold as mountain caps. Spit a flurry as I climb it (climate). I take the flow so high, it evaporates. You see I'm gifted when I rap this way. Lyrical diarrhea, call me Gaseous Clay. Punchlines make em wonder how I'm unsigned. Lost what was once mine. Lyrical artillery, I'm living on the frontline. I could never front, I'm just trying not to mess this up. I can't slow my thoughts down, this draft is getting rough. Rough drafts, cracked windows of opportunity. I speak these verses fluently while trying not to ruin things. I let my guard down, and you really got me. Cause I don't hold hands with just anybody. A lot on my mind, I'm thinking about the world. You relaxing and I'm running my fingers through your curls. Is this real, or realistic? Really, how real is it? It feels like you've never had it but somehow you still miss it. It feels like you've never had it but this time it feels different. I write a rhyme, she says she'll save it forever. Back of my mind, I know eventually she'll hate to remember. My thoughts run wild, like a mother who has her lost her child. I'm just trying to get them all compiled.
Flow so wavy I was writing in the seven seas, fuel to the fire took it higher than they ever seen. Telling my story, my life becomes a legacy. I was fighting my demons, now I'm battling my memories. xo's, let go, I guess they don't know what they meant to me. Is that a tic-tac flow? Or tic-tac-toe? A couple probably didn't get that though. Watch me switch that flow.
Take a look at my mind, you crossed it again. Behind bars, I get so lost in the pen. I think most clearly when I talk to my friends. But they haven't been near me and it's not making sense. I've been living through a series of unfortunate events. But every single time I leave the crib I hop in a Benz. And just my luck, I didn't get to record. I'm focusing my drive but I miss the accord. Consistency is shifting, see? Guess some were only meant to teach. Lessons I learned from sources I no longer get to reach. I'll remember it differently. In a year's time the only one who got a gift for me. The spirit of a symphony, these lyrics are my tendency. I didn't change a thing, you're just forgetting to remember me...

I take a pause on the beat
They applaud as I speak
10 toes down bouncing on the balls of my feet
16 hours in my mind now this song is complete.

I finished this verse on January 20th, 1:06 p.m
During my second bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios


                                                      - Swaggy T


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