crack track #1

select heres how i write a song, turn on my cell on, it looks like everything is in order when I noticed that I'm starting to border on sobriety and it's scaring me because I'm a soldier I'm like a caffeine addict without his Folgers but a little bolder and it must be chilly because I'm getting colder well I guess enough better get this stuff and do a puff oh that's better now I'm warm like a sweater so I guess I better check last night's flow after close inspection I realize that it is perfect for rejection upon reflection and inspection it's an infection it won't win any election my reputation is will be affected if I haven't already wrecked it, what to do... I tell myself oh well they can't ask be swell just another fail but....good news don't have the blues you just got to put on your rapping shoes because no matter what you're going to kick that last songs ass in its butt and that's what's up , now I do my preparation I'm a cool cat so i smoke crystal meth if my parents basement, no injections.... yet looks like a long night i bet.., I'm facing so yeah now the blood's pumping I hear a beat I chose and it's something I start crumping but now I realize that I'm too high look in the mirror and don't recognize that guy and try to give myself a high five then I realize that I'm having a seizure but all in all this track is sounding awesome but I realize that I'm just listening to Deezer . and I'm singing into a pair of tweezers and i have Disco fever. but fuck it up ill try again, it's my best track yet, no sweat as close to perfect as I'll get because i haven't done no actual shit yet, but then I forget, and oh Lord I didn't even press record, I can't bolster I'll have to put my lyrical sword back in its holster and my dear beer on a coaster and my brain back in the toaste....r all right here we go track two I choose to beat and I'm halfway through, until my face starts turning blue and I realize that I'm rapping into my shoe and it's worse than that it's rapping back and more than that it's making my rhymes sound whack so obviously i see where the talents at. we have a chit chat this girl on for a few minutes possibly hours as my drugs become increasingly devoured ....it looks like we're going to start track three let's see let's get a beat that will be easy I will select the here we go so I start to flow looks like a lyrical cyclone or tornado have your go hurricane in my brain the flows are insane it's so good I'm almost ashamed this could actually get me a dame it's not my usual fucking lame I got a game I got Spirit on the playback I can hear it I'm about climax x I'm fucking jacked and then reality comes back and I realize there no more dopeas a matter of fact so fuck it, that's that.