Calibre
When I was eighteen, anxiety enslaved me. I didn’t have a dream, but craved one insanely. I was directionless, I didn’t have a way schemed. I would just daydream while hearing emcees say heat. They would motivate me, but hesitation fazed me. When listening I’d envision myself on stage daily. The idea seemed crazy, but brain kept saying “maybe”. So I went and made the decision to flame breathe. Had rhymes, had vocab but struggled to arrange these so they’d fit with a beat. It would frustrate me and greatly plague me. Even if I made a speech, I was too afraid to speak. Self-esteem was plain weak. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you. This year I finally decided to vocalise. Started recording all of my dopest lines. Still wasn’t satisfied, to be honest, won’t deny. Posting online’s not like going and flowing live. Why compose and devise if I’m silent when I hold the mic? I don’t wanna hide behind my phone my whole life. Promoting rhymes for votes and likes just leaves my soul deprived. Gotta spill spiel in real life to prove I’m no hoax or lie. If I can’t spit without a script, how will I grow in hype? I need my lyrics memorised if I wanna show sublime skills to a wide audience at shows and on social sites. Gotta conquer stage fright and learn to own the light. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you. Now know what I have to do. Gotta change my attitude and spit with amplitude to prove my aptitude, if I wanna amass a huge fanbase that boosts altitude. Gotta use my doubt as fuel and act out what I plan to do. Must get out and rap for new people who don’t have a clue what my mouth can produce. Gotta show off my attributes that include spitting absolute fire with passion that exudes. Will blow up, got a path and route. Nothing can blow out the fuse. Success, I can’t refuse. Rap’s where I have refuge from the thoughts that delude me, saying I can’t pursue my dreams. Well, now I’ve spewed all of this out in tune. I don’t need my pad for cues. My skills, you can’t refute. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you.
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When I was eighteen, anxiety enslaved me. I didn’t have a dream, but craved one insanely. I was directionless, I didn’t have a way schemed. I would just daydream while hearing emcees say heat. They would motivate me, but hesitation fazed me. When listening I’d envision myself on stage daily. The idea seemed crazy, but brain kept saying “maybe”. So I went and made the decision to flame breathe. Had rhymes, had vocab but struggled to arrange these so they’d fit with a beat. It would frustrate me and greatly plague me. Even if I made a speech, I was too afraid to speak. Self-esteem was plain weak. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you. This year I finally decided to vocalise. Started recording all of my dopest lines. Still wasn’t satisfied, to be honest, won’t deny. Posting online’s not like going and flowing live. Why compose and devise if I’m silent when I hold the mic? I don’t wanna hide behind my phone my whole life. Promoting rhymes for votes and likes just leaves my soul deprived. Gotta spill spiel in real life to prove I’m no hoax or lie. If I can’t spit without a script, how will I grow in hype? I need my lyrics memorised if I wanna show sublime skills to a wide audience at shows and on social sites. Gotta conquer stage fright and learn to own the light. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you. Now know what I have to do. Gotta change my attitude and spit with amplitude to prove my aptitude, if I wanna amass a huge fanbase that boosts altitude. Gotta use my doubt as fuel and act out what I plan to do. Must get out and rap for new people who don’t have a clue what my mouth can produce. Gotta show off my attributes that include spitting absolute fire with passion that exudes. Will blow up, got a path and route. Nothing can blow out the fuse. Success, I can’t refuse. Rap’s where I have refuge from the thoughts that delude me, saying I can’t pursue my dreams. Well, now I’ve spewed all of this out in tune. I don’t need my pad for cues. My skills, you can’t refute. Currently an amateur increasing my calibre. When I started out, I was just talentless. Since then, got practice done and broken through barriers. Now my skills are adequate for me to rap out loud for you.
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