S'word Play - Trendsetter

I ain't ever been a trendsetter
But Id be damned if I do not try out my hand and
Try to make myself better
And I will write for my fans when I am that man
But for now I'm a go-getter
I'll give a taste of my brand like only I can
Like I got a vendetta
If I aint raise, bitch I been better

I may be out of comfort
But I am so in my zone (Comfort zone)
When I am dropping these verses
But catching whatever I'm thrown (Throne)
Like what Im sitting on
When I am rippin on all of these verses of gold
And now y'all hittin my phone (But don't worry)
You're never getting the tone (I call back)

Came from the dirt, got out that
Then I fucking jumped to the scene, how bout that? (Hop out)
Was falling in a pit, like a bull (Pitbull) I fight back
Think of how I got on the screen despite that

Kinda was scared to be seen but strike that
Now when I spit they scream like tight rap
Singing its sweet when you seen my sight set
So you know I swear like a sword I slice that

Talking to myself a lot
Trynna think aloud
In this parking lot
Have I got the balls
To try to make the shot
Or will I clip the side
And then miss the pot
All the insecurities creep above
I know I shaved this morning
But I missed a spot
And to be blunt, im not razor sharp
But when you short my fuse
Is when you lit the spark

Now I got my sides torn, cried for him
Inspired to stride forward, I stored
My verbal fireworks, I swore that
I would light worlds with my words
Times up, right click, fast forward
Frozen, lights on, crowd roars
Scream but my cords wont work
Like a tight rope, slide curl, I choke

In my head, maestro
When I spit, hear em say "nice joke!"
When I get on the mic, psycho
Then it clicks, I broke in my home
Who is it, think I see my clone
Why is he, standin up so strong?
In my head, tellin me, that throne
I thought I, had is a, bygone
Funny my, brain is a, cyclone
So much I'm drumming with my bones
If I am giving up my soul
Tell me why do I feel so strong?

Now you wonder why these words I spew
Go right through you
Im lookin down a birds eye view
And every single fucking road I view
Splits in two
But these bills stackin up
That's a paper view (Pay per view)

Paper I view from my side mirror
When I walk the rope Im a live wire
Empire strikes back if I die here
I been born to survive here

Don't wanna get money, Id rather get brain
So I guess I'm making sense (Cents), hah
Yeah I strike funny, gotta pick lanes
Still feelin on offence (A fence)

And when I've fallen off the charts, BOB from his flat earth
I'll keep on living in their hearts, No end to the chapter

Written by:
Aanand Pandey

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