I feel the summer breeze, the waves are under me
sun is shining down and it seems no harm could come to me
but even so my thoughts are dark, defensive as i pen this
i'm locked inside this crate you can't relate cus you're not in this
starving artist on the farthest march with words that i am wielding
keep em guarded with some marble arches perfect for their shielding
cus these darkest arts are hardest when you're certain what i'm feeling
so i mask up all my thoughts like their a burden i'm concealing
i always stow emotions well behind some stoic poses
face as hard as stone is at the bottom of the ocean
if you're hoping for an open book filled with doves and roses
their all frozen as hypnosis cus i chose that i would close it
they don't notice how i grow this, so i keep my thoughts the coldest
and focus all my energy to spark alight creative minds
i say my rhymes and leave cus i don't really need to waste my time
chasing shine, i see this lane and i'mma take whats mine

fear i'm not feeling it
anger not hearing it
pain i keep concealing it
uh huh i hope i heal a bit
trust, theres no appeal to it
lust i gotta deal with it
just giving you realer shit
uh huh i hope you're hearing it

i'm not feeling it never would be stealing it
you try to show your style but you should be concealing it
you try and share your thoughts but their not worth the time
i'd say prepare to flop, but theres fights for first in line
when the wackest shit is dropping man theres nothing worse to find
cus thoughts don't really sell, they don't want to hurt you're mind
a price to pay for caring is the judgement worth the crime?
am i the only one who really loves it when the rhymes
bend across the syllables and shape together words
in a complex combination just to make a better verse
each line is packed with meaning, every word has got a purpose
and the cadence fits in perfectly not hurried and not nervous
don't think its just the words, of course i like bass
that forces my face like torque when i race
but your musiics all so simple i'm bored in five plays
sounds like you're still in school in the fourth through ninth grade

(your flow) i'm not feelin it
(the message) i'm not hearing it
(talent) you're not showing it
uh uh, i hope you grow a bit
(your sound) theres no appeal to it
(my thoughts) you gotta deal with it
i'm just giving you realer shit
uh huh i hope you're hearing it