Jonno

Back In The Lab

Wanted to rap, so I’m back in the lab. It’s where I go to hone my craft by devising raps and refining my act to make my tracks sublime and class. Synthesiser of ash and cold like ice packs. Fire and cool, I confuse thermostats. Spending free time hurling drafts in the trash, many verses stacked. Driving my mind and conscience mad. Flames make me crazy but deter my angst. Concentrating, making rhymes tight and compact. Entendre dispatched, going off like lamps, but I’m still bright ‘cause I get photons spat. Vocab’s fat, so chances aren’t slim in fact. Not taking this lightly, I work and graft using tenacity others couldn’t match. Back in the lab, my second residence. It’s where I tend to do experiments testing my head’s lyrical excellence by attempting and collecting evidence that what I mention’s very eloquent. When with the pen, I’m in my element. But until now, I’ve been negligent with instrumentals, now must invent them. The game, I religiously analyse it day and night like a god damn scientist. Never retiring, I’d die before I’d quit ‘cause otherwise I’d be a nihilist. That’s why I ride tracks like cyclists. Wild imagination, dome’s a biosphere. I’ve got my own style, I’m a pioneer. I improvise when I have no ideas. I’m always grinding ‘cause I like to spit. I devise in silence, then I appear with rhymes so sick they blow mind to bits. Rhyme’s my thing, I’ll never tire of it. On a roll, got too many lines equipped for flows to go dry like a crisp. Unstoppable ‘cause my mindset is “losing’s not resuming, I will win”. Back in the lab, my second residence. It’s where I tend to do experiments testing my head’s lyrical excellence by attempting and collecting evidence that what I mention’s very eloquent. When with the pen, I’m in my element. But until now, I’ve been negligent with instrumentals, now must invent them. I still breathe hot even if I feel off. Life goes up and down like a seesaw, but what matters is my response to my demons that tell me not to keep on trying because the odds of me going pro are as high as sea rocks. But that ain’t enough to make me stop. I need flowing speech to blow steam off. I just can’t keep putting these dreams off ‘cause I wanna see the peak of the abilities I’ve really got. The thought of a shot at prosperity lost is an idea that bothers me lots. I’ve only got one life, not eons. Must make a choice, quitting’s the easy one, but succeeding would be worth the cost.