18 w/ a Bullet

See my life is like a song, I just don't know the words

So as I try to hum along people say that I'm disturbed

Stare and call me a loon, say I'm singin' out of tune

But my musics' got direction so I know what I'm doin'

Don't know where I'm goin' but I got to keep movin'

Even if my next step is obscure by the present

Gotta find the next rung on the stairway to heaven

Walking as an MC, or do I dare say a reverend?

Spreading' love through this music is the gospel of a legend

All I ask is the open ear and mind of my regimen

For the purpose of the session is to make the troubles fade away

Lay back and relax and let this music make your day

It takes about as much effort, as it did to make this place

So go ahead and close your eyes, let your mind fade your craters

Keep the rhythm to your dreams so you can't run away

There's a song in every heart so please believe me when I say

Everywhere you go you hear, music

You feel it in your soul once you, do it

So if you want to roll you can, do it

Just open up your heart, listen through it

Everywhere you go

See my life is like a song and I think I know the words

And as I start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur

So I freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve

The obstacles repeat 'cause naturally it revolves

It takes one skip to trip and wreck your whole room

The metronome is swingin' right in tune with your mood

So keep a positive mind try to keep it up tempo

93 bpm's just seems real simple

It takes a real pro to know how to move this crowd

For the party up one's, the hardest to keep aroused

Sometimes life will hit you just to try to get you down

So heres some jewels from my crate that'll make it turn around

You gotta learn your sound and love your voice

Go with what you feel, don't regret your choice

Just make your next move dig deep and blend with it

Destiny's a 12' inch and it's all how you spend it

See my life is like a song and I do know the words

They've been written on my palms I just can't read the curves

'Cause the language has been forgotten so I'm plottin' my own course

I get a mic for every digit if reviewed in the source

'Cause my song is a classic and there's not one like it

I just need an engineer that could run around and mic it

Or maybe get a ghostwriter, what most call a psychic

But it wouldn't be my song if I let them recite it

Plus god's an ANR and he's givin' out bills

To all us up and coming artists who show true skill

Executive producin' is what we want to loosen

And every artist gets his fifteen minutes to be a nuisance

And then they're played out I'm hoping for a fade out

So I could say what I have to say on my way out

And they say every great hit song is three minutes

So try to make it count so when you bounce it's still spinnin'

Yo we gotta keep movin' on cause I'm seein' people and they're not ready to roll

Damn, you gotta celebrate, you gotta understand, you gotta be a part of, music, music, music.

Yo and you just remember this, this is a legendary moment brought to you by MURS