This is a song about "Tippa irie lyric maker"

My lyric projects through a rough process

They at the same spot they making no progress

One that you haven't experienced in your peachy little lyric rhymes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I'm lyric j to the ' n a i

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Into a lyric, smoke so much i'd probably forget it

Ass need a saddle

Call me lyric vandal/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive