you can call me MC Scottypottamuss
So I spent the night at Ben's house friday and at like 2:30 in the morning or so I was feeling restless so I picked up my pen and pad and wrote a little jig...
This is my page
these are my thoughts
There goes the night
As my wrongs revert to right
try try try as you might
you can't stop my hand
from breathing tonight
try try try as you will
you can't keep my voice still
nor will i remain silent anymore
I think its needless to say take heed
for today inspiration will lead us to the seas
and back with gifts of sound infusion
an overabundance of graphic solutions
to our day to day confrontations with
souljahs from another time and place
they're bringing back confusion to
the same old rhymes and empty space
But this time this night our flights been
permanentally mentally delayed
due to scheming engines and perspiring
expired operators who need binoculars
to tell them the difference
between tangled and tangible defferences
of haywired perception and thoughtless
conjugations of mind control obligations
lonely moments of light and despair
when we sit and we stare at the stars
or fall up the stairs waiting for the moment
when it shines through and thorough
alone in my burrow away from home
Reborn against the lines
inside the setting or rising tides
i sink beside a sphere of time
encompassed inside the rhymes
of the coming winds of melancholy chimes
catching up with me and my sins
the chill of autumn numb passes on
its broken branches and broken leaves
breaking through the thin line that lies
between beauty and splendor
And exhausted as my mind may be
your face is all i see when I
STEP into the hall to tear it down
wall by bloody concrete wall
everynow and every then I'll have
my optimistic spurts of
peanut butter and jelly squirts
sticky and painlessly deliciousness
stuck on places like 20/20 ville
where glasses are the disease
just take them off and shake
shake shake off your disease
throw it away
cause we'll never know what
time will or will not tell
we'll never know
what the days turned nights will bring
so just give me your hand
and I'll show you my heart from the
outside out or the inside in
on this magical carpet ride
from a past going going gone goodbye
tell me if you think this would make a good rap song
This is my page
these are my thoughts
There goes the night
As my wrongs revert to right
try try try as you might
you can't stop my hand
from breathing tonight
try try try as you will
you can't keep my voice still
nor will i remain silent anymore
I think its needless to say take heed
for today inspiration will lead us to the seas
and back with gifts of sound infusion
an overabundance of graphic solutions
to our day to day confrontations with
souljahs from another time and place
they're bringing back confusion to
the same old rhymes and empty space
But this time this night our flights been
permanentally mentally delayed
due to scheming engines and perspiring
expired operators who need binoculars
to tell them the difference
between tangled and tangible defferences
of haywired perception and thoughtless
conjugations of mind control obligations
lonely moments of light and despair
when we sit and we stare at the stars
or fall up the stairs waiting for the moment
when it shines through and thorough
alone in my burrow away from home
Reborn against the lines
inside the setting or rising tides
i sink beside a sphere of time
encompassed inside the rhymes
of the coming winds of melancholy chimes
catching up with me and my sins
the chill of autumn numb passes on
its broken branches and broken leaves
breaking through the thin line that lies
between beauty and splendor
And exhausted as my mind may be
your face is all i see when I
STEP into the hall to tear it down
wall by bloody concrete wall
everynow and every then I'll have
my optimistic spurts of
peanut butter and jelly squirts
sticky and painlessly deliciousness
stuck on places like 20/20 ville
where glasses are the disease
just take them off and shake
shake shake off your disease
throw it away
cause we'll never know what
time will or will not tell
we'll never know
what the days turned nights will bring
so just give me your hand
and I'll show you my heart from the
outside out or the inside in
on this magical carpet ride
from a past going going gone goodbye
tell me if you think this would make a good rap song