BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Southpaw
- ///Verse 1 \\\
- 0:22
- Fuck space, I press until the ceiling learns finesse
- Every nigga accounted for nothing left in duress
- Ill bury them four bars deep and let the setup take the redress
- Grading on a curve while im already past recess
- Wont confess how the metaphor works till you clock the right address
- Still, everything I write finds its way home, never loses the egress
- Pivot to a sharper pocket, every sentence got a hilt
- I don't write from guilt, I write like the whole things prebuilt
- Tilt your head if the wordplays too symmetrical to design the tilt
- Stitched the scheme so tight youd think the bars were quilt
- Run it back, still cant find where the seam spilt
- Let the ego wilt in public, watch the pen stay draped in gilt
- Now watch the tempo pick up speed, everything I touch gets a whisk
- No safety net under this shit, build the whole thing on risk
- Spin the same four bars twice, youll catch a second meaning on the disc
- Walking a foreign meter like its second nature, pace stays brisk
- Eulogy mass the whole thing later, my confidence needs its own asterisk
- The structure holds a stare so cold, might as well call it a basilisk
- ///Verse 2 \\\
- Other niggas sketchin', I etch it, no rough draft to catch
- Every time I gotta clear a bar so high it needs a latch
- Throw the whole thing in the fire, watch the ash refuse to match
- You can copy the format, still come back with a mismatch
- I load the metaphor early, let the context handle the dispatch
- Somewhere in bar three a words doing double time, go on, rewatch
- I go quiet like a monk
- Come back writing like my styles got roots deeper than the trunk
- Hand you the whole argument in one chunk
- So tight theres no seam left for a critic to flunk
- Nothing ordinary, everything I touch just picks up spunk
- Meanwhile these other niggas sample size already shrunk
- Gotta earn yall place, nothing extra, all sense
- Pocket gets tight, just tighten the sentence
- Pack four meanings where a lazier pen needs a whole fence
- You can feel the tension building, airin' out, in suspense
- Most 'these niggas pad the count, Id rather cut it down and condense
- Take a whole chapters worth of thought, hand it back immense
- In what its saying, small in what it wastes, no pretense
- Thats the difference between a flex and a defense
- Confidence forged, not given thats the difference, thats the steel
- Prisms hiding under what they reveal
- Chokin' on royalty just to watch it kneel
- Fuck filin' a complaint, good luck finding the appeal
- This is a close to finished as ambition ever gets to ideal
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