Moulding (Prod. Gexales)

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Please check this out on YouTube and Soundcloud. Here are the lyrics: Been sulking, scolding and loathing myself for choking at an open mic night. Embarrassment was potent but the passion isn’t going anywhere, quitting won’t solve it. All I can do is resume motion with devotion to keep growing. Gotta keep flowing like the ocean ‘cause these emotions seize my motives and keep me frozen, feeling hopeless and really broken. I need to focus my cerebrum on scheming a redeeming poem. I can’t keep mentally assaulting myself. Need to keep things rolling. This path’s never been easy strolling. My material’s literally me controlling the demons roaming deep in skull. It’s my technique for coping, it beats just moping. Actually moping seems myopic ‘cause my mistakes are really bolstering. They give me ideas to keep composing and keep evolving, not decomposing. Fresh wounds fuel as past scars olden when new thoughts need provoking. My destination, I’ll keep approaching. This won’t be in vain like haemoglobin. These skills I’m honing will result in progress if I just keep on soldiering through the process. Failing’s sobering but it teaches, unlike coasting. Can’t stay salty like the coast is, gonna make an atrocious moment wholesome. Went on stage to share some spoken words. I had no beat to flow with ‘cause I lacked the adapter to plug my phone in the aux cord. Should’ve mentally noted for next time, instead of overloading myself with pressure to be a showman. I guess the mistakes I make are moulding and sculpting the way my dome thinks. Rapping ain’t magic like hocus pocus, it’s hours of practicing and altering flow to make it hot like molten rock from volcanic explosions. Must stay dormant to get noggin loaded. If I don’t, I’ll choke on my own smoke, it’s like I’ve got pnemonoultramicroscopic- silicovolcanoconiosis when I ain’t prepared to share my opus. Training brain until memory ain’t eroding, so when it’s show time, I don’t think ‘cause I’ve spent time reinforcing dome links. To do that, must repeat my whole script so much it seems I have psychosis, using tongue until rhabdo hits. Not really, using license as a poet. Need to scout the scene before I spout my schemes and learn about the event before I go in guns blazing so I can work out if the crowd’s for me. I admit, I don’t fit in everywhere. Need to meet who’s hosting and see if I like the place they’re holding the open mic, if I don’t like the vibe when I go to rhyme, I’m gonna show it. Point is, mustn’t just rush and bolt in. Must have act on lock like it’s bolted. The process isn’t a Usain Bolt sprint it’s slow like the rate the plates on the globe drift. When I create the slowest, I say the dopest lines, that’s why I’m okay postponing. If I want bars that are valuable and golden. My mind has to be as malleable as gold is. Went on stage to share some spoken words. I had no beat to flow with ‘cause I lacked the adapter to plug my phone in the aux cord. Should’ve mentally noted for next time, instead of overloading myself with pressure to be a showman. I guess the mistakes I make are moulding and sculpting the way my dome thinks.

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