Dave's Online Book of Rhymes
Lyrics Not Scripture
what am i doin, sittin here tryin to paint a perfect picture/
what am i doin, shit is lyrics no 'scripture'/
i just wanna hit ya in your 'temple'/
knock you out with my number 2 pencil/
fuck a picket white fence for defense/
6 pence, always non the richer/
suspense, till i fill up this pitcher/
drunk since, i take a shot, at my hand pourin these shots/
never stop till i drink this last drop of scotch/
never stop till i write a perfect plot/
never stop till i'm on top of hip hop/
i think i can, i know i can accomplish it/
all by my lonesome, fuck an accomplice kid/
i want it too much to just get up and drop this shit/
so untill my album drops, it's on/
don't say you haven't been warned/
when you gone, ya family won't even mourn/
i'm torn between lies and the truth/
but i'm sworn, to say what's on my mind in this booth/
got you puzzled like a word slueth/
muzzled like a rabid dog's tooth/
how do i decide if i'm couth or uncouth/
cuz i get down, dirty, and grity/
no cleanser can lift me/
try to cover me up, well i'm 'staind'/
'it's been a while' since i've slain my pain/
just tryin to maintain my brain/
seen so many ups and downs i got the bends/
cuz i can't tell if i'm goin up or down i need a new lenz/
a new way at lookin at the strife in my life/
cuz i ain't got nothing to be ashamed of/
PROUD of my insane love...
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