(JND)
I start with the first words that pop into my head
Then i try to follow on like nintendo to snes
But it depends on the beat my stress levels and heck
If i'm under pressure or depressed from the weather instead

I guess it's whenever i'm ready
But that's never a certainty I could talk about being threatend or worse
see people cursing me hurts plus i'm nervous from work
keeping peace with myself is the most purposeful perk in life

And as the Earth circles the sun
Ideas flow i don't stand alone searching for funds
Many cats lurk in the dark murking with guns
But i've never clutched one single burner with love

Within my tracks i describe my perfect woman with words in flurries
My simple love of the world and how i'm sick to the stomach with worry
I stay cookin up stories live
Born an artist circa May nineteen eighty five

First off.. i start to nod my head to the beat
Then it slowly moves my body back and forth And as you see
Once i'm into it the hairs on my neck stand
But peeps without the gift simply don't get that

They don't understand the feelings and emotions Infact
I propose they'll never understand how it feels to rap
Coz when i'm writing a track I'm disecting the rhythm
Try to make my words fit plus the loop keeps me driven

Trust i rhyme for me and thats my only focus
But if you like my music too then thats a bonus
I could be droppin bombs in battles actin livid
But splittin syamese atoms is a risky buisness

And thats why i spit the realest stuff so close to me
Drop my life on tracks so you get to know me supposedly
And hopefully you'll be feeling it and secretly
Leeching it on soul-seek or you'll peep-the-disk

Some friends don't appreciate the gift i've got
Some heads won't appreciate the shit i drop
But fuck it That doesn't bother me one bit
Coz i told you this is my music

And if your foolish enough to sleep when my thoughts drop
Like JPM said it's your loss
I can do 'political' i can do 'emotional'
I can do 'i'm sick of the..' i can do promotional

I can do the 'battle shit' i can do freestyle
And if you don't believe then come to the Beehive
I'm far from the dopest but i'll keep elevating
And I can face it that some'll never rate me

Some heads are second rate yet still get love
And some heads are the greatest yet still get none
I could be the best MC in the world raps full of passion
But you still discriminate coz of my accent

If you never showed love for me i couldn't care less
If you ever showed love for me then big up ya chest
If you represent for JND my hat goes off to you
Props to all of you and this is what i'm born to do