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nick why? - epic poem lyrics

this cat named nick ripped the script, not a bit shook
by the quick pot of sh-t momma said ‘ould cook
brooklyn not where i’m from but when i’m done
y’all be thinkin’ that i used to share a bathroom with satan
yea there’s a lot of sh-t to deal with
first i’m shorter than everybody who’s hearing
this beat in a dark cellar where i’m a dweller emotionally
writing rhymes in rough times, spittin’ till my lips get lines
art comes from pain so when you babblin’ bout fast crimes
in your fine maybach remind yourself
what you spittin’ and rhyme or reason
only thing protecting you is blubber from the cold rap season

5’5″ and i still can drive
i’m 15 but i’m treated like i’s born last night
can’t babysit my brother –
laws stated by my mother
200 small down but that’s a whole nother problem
long hair drapes over my eyelids;
reach into my closet, pull out a custom lid
younger than the other kids;
got a late birthday;
grade 9 finally get to take the subway
i’m short so i’m well-grounded and down to earth
try to push me over and physics’ll teach you somethin’ of worth
i’m puttin’ my stuff out there
why you hating on me for?
i’m so good, i’ll take a whiz on wiz kalifa
fresh like a cherry tomato –
yes i said tomato;
uniqueness is my motto
while you sit around and wallow
like you got mono
i’m thinking up a plan that’ll get me out’a toronto

feelin’
dumbfounded, numb drownin’, my palm draggin’ sandpaper
as i’m in cl-ss wearin’ out my -ss
drifting consciousness, the boat’s coxy is laissez-faire
like the odyssey – swirvin’ and curvin’ in suburban air
centripetal force pulling my head in
i wanna rip the course of man in half – society’s set in
waiting, debating, maybe contemplating faking the fading of the baking idea
precipitating dreams
hear me enunciating my stressed lignes induce strep throat;
it’s a shrill blowing wind; i hope you brought a coat
if you wanna know, that means you gotta ask
sweep p-ssed the m-sses and be first cl-ss
but sometimes i need to breath, sometimes i need to breath
take a step then bleed – tears water the seed
sometimes i need to breath, sometimes i need to breath
look up from the sea – you’ll find what you need

walkin’ with my crew-
neck not talkin’ to n0body
shawty giving me split-sec looks goin’ back to her hobby
i be spectatin’ – my mental state suburban –
look up to the trees hearin’ birds lightly chirpin’
life is good, but d-mn she’s a virgin
f-ck it, and i just p-ssed the goose and the firkin
people say i should be workin’
cuz it don’t look or feel like it
homeless dude with a dog sidekick
prolly a philosopher finding deeper meaning inside
the sensory first person rpg
mind in a higher place
as he’s mindin’ his little sp-ce
my view pans and gone is the old worn face
and the tired hound on the ground not making a sound;
as are the streets, my thoughts are loud
bound to shape me or break me
as i go back to my mind’s soliloquy

could i please have a story to tell?
cuz i legit just go to cl-ss then wait for the bell
and then i’m straight walkin’ home – thoughts present in my dome –
but actually nothing inspiring happened on its own
but i know that the lord’s got a plan for me
whatever that shall be, we will see;
certainly, my life’s a slow movie –
plot’s not yet a factor;
i’m playin’ a mad bad-ss and i’m a method actor
first period i’m messin’
next i’m stressin’
like an accent on a vowel
by break, my bowels get the best of me
and i need a vasectomy fast before third becomes last

sittin’ at my desk
f-ck school i’m writin’ lyrics
wanna be in the game – armenian in my spirit hear it
in my heart and in my brain the same
shocking me to the membrane
making my body go insane
i don’t want fame
but if it’s given, “ok”
i will gladly embrace it like moses did the cane
as a gat my rhymes cl!ck clack and boom bap
i’m not half black; i’m full black
in the heart that’s where i’m at just cuz i rap
yea i got an opportunity
but between you and me
i’d trade this life of jewelry and foolery
maybe not test out the ghetto
but i’d start to rap musically
and make contemporary minds melow
text books aside, pick a piece of blank page
close your eyes and watch god and i make magic like a mage…
but how can we see?
exactly
faith, god, and i play harmoniously
in the black key

been tryna get in the game but the door’s black, the bouncer’s big, and the door mat’s got spikes and a rig, and if you saw that there’s a crowd of kids waiting for you to fall flat
they say i’m a cartoonist, and when i speak it’s like these colors/characters make silence unbleak – so when i swear don’t bleep
if you’sa hater come seek the truth with me, for that you’ll need a lobotomy and a baptism; i think my rapism comes from the world’s cr-p; isn’t it whack how these kids in africa starving?
can seem like the mountain high like marvin, plus the g-ys is taking over; the old schoolers wanna steamroll’em
can’t make it to heaven; may as well spit happy, roll sevens, work at seven eleven
supersize me; i want the heart-attack – you’ll feel attacked when i start to rap; this is a warm up, i don’t wanna waste rhymes on this silly dj premier primetime; don’t get my lines?
y’all best press rewind

i’m the epitome of bad-ssery, don’t need flattery
slap you with my double d battery
where your head at?
hidden in your -n-l cavity
diss everything you see; your best friend must be gravity
step on me, you’ll be up but blown see
cuz mine lines are simple but underlined
unrefined from the mind, and the underlyin’ meanin’ this time
is that i’m defined like a big bright comet in the sky
coloring the dry black with a shining line
disguised as a plane to those who ain’t so wise
size ain’t the measurement here;
you need to re-n-lyze
when your stack of gold collapses
you’ll be makin’ sighs

bros say i should not follow rap
naturally i f-ckin’ grabbed a mic and pen, and went all out!
but how am i supposed to benefit?
when everybody around me is f-ckin’ ignorant
to me critics don’t say sh-t
don’t hear criticisms from critics cuz none of them have even heard my word for just a minute
but even if they said sh-t, i wouldn’t listen;
my beating heart powers this engine

when the snow falls and settles down
it’s like the sky is mirrored by the ground
as if that’s where the clouds are found
with my thoughts i mean to dumbfound
your heavenly crown;
don’t blame me, my brain is idea bound
when it’s rainy
my third-eye vision’s never hazy;
i see clearly
through delirious illusions
on the news or in
educational inst-tutions;
kids refined on the -ssembly line
can’t comply with relying on elder people to provide
knowledge to the youth, who should find it on their own time
so i say, “steer clear of the queer mirror
held by those with fear
in front of your two ears –
with crooked fingers and a worn coat
lookin’ like an old bloat
being an anchor on your heavenly boat;
break free from the helpless “helpful”
the laissez-faire advisors
holdin’ a visor over your eyes
and a breaker coverin’ your thighs
from the uv truth and the northward winds;
they strip and organize us in ikea bins
manmade, it’s been configured since the 5th grade
to get paid, it’s like they afraid
ignorant teachers
sit on the bleachers
watchin’ a river flow
they’re stagnant and act like they know
what’s good in the real world
swirl like a toilet bowl
their future fixed in this jail
life sentence ain’t no bail
or probation
it’s like they’re sittin’ at a station
with summer vacation
but the subway never comes by
they caging my creative eye
and nick asks “why?”
there’s no reply
so i’mma burn down this flimsy school
find the nearest fire exit; take a left when you leave the room;
trip on ms. babits
dodge the fallen cabinets
roll over to avoid the stampede and the collapsing
wooden beam from the ceiling;
snap out of the adrenaline; realize what is happenin’
what you’re not seein’
is school is the monopoly thought police, and they’re n-z–ing”

walkin’ down the street;
socks bundled at my feet
adidas on a cloud; ain’t no pressure on me
homie from the east side, props as i p-ss by
it’d be a lie if i said shawty gave me digits to dial
but i’m happy like papi
going places with a smile
more solo than han solo in denial
and the nile ain’t long enough to fit my dreams
plannin’ schemes in my room; so it seems i’m sewing seams
in the brain – electric current i’m the conductor;
gimme grands of peeps and a symphony, i will not stir
poised monster is what i am –
calmly warning the clan
like light waves on the sand
while i’m freakin’ out j-pan
shure your not gonna work hard and make it
turn back and say “f-ck work, too much time it’s takin'”
i’m on the threshold from going home to going big
these naismith’s couldn’t hold the jays i’m gonna hit

- nick why lyrics

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