Sebastian Stephan - Mic In My Gym Bag

Call me See-bas
Let the beat clap
Like cheeks on a chick you're bending backwards
That's my answer to people who wondered if I get explicit when I'm rapping
I had to often adapt
Talked to God but I'm not sure if He ever talked to me back
I rep Europe, ain't got to tell you
You could probably tell by my accent when I say birthday or I say value
I switch accents in the same sentence
Cause I got many influences other than my parents
You could call that inconsistency but I don't lie
I go from wearing jerseys and fittest to dress jackets and bow ties
I go from bumping Tupac to praising the most high
Truth hits when I talk it
I do this but never force it
Smooth shit to ride in the car with
This dude spits flows like faucets
I loved the live shows
Love what I do
I love my mic too
When we did these gigs I always used to bring this bitch
Got the technicians pissed
Never wanted fame
That's the shit that makes a man go insane
But money looked more attractive as a goal
When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more
If I only had more
But all I got is this mic in my gym bag
All I got is this mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag
Mic in my gym bag
Life strikes me I hit back
Depression's a cycle I end that
Sick raps, cough in my wind pipe
Forced to get shit right
Hit pause and make sure that you heard right
As a youngster I felt gangster rap cause it made me feel strong for the first time
No flows but oceans
Doors might open
I dig rap cause it talks about pain and struggle and raw emotions
I spent time in solitude
Did that even before the virus, this style is nothing new
Rhyme phenomenal
Rarer than horns of ivory
But no one signed me
Like I missed with the dispenser, I'm trying to get Cologne behind me
Time flies
Memories in my timeline
Despite writing the right lines
I might not get five dimes
Laid pipe to like five dimes
And a few lower on the scale
But I try to find a wife
Cat so bad - got to kill it more than nine times till she's bow legged and frail
Never wanted fame
That's the shit that makes a man go insane
But money looked more attractive as a goal
When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more
If I only had more
But all I got is this mic in my gym bag
All I got is this mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag
From dawn until sundown
I'm making songs with a fun sound
My hood is not flooded with gun sounds
But it's full of drugs, it's depressing
Homeless people and alcoholics injecting
Some shit in their blood that's probably infested
Shit is a sad sight
Music is my first love and but it really don't love me back I'm
Responding to rejection by coming back harder to the next time
People don't care to hear what I'm doing
I barely consider succeeding with music
All they see is my shortcomings
So, I'm song bombing
Wrote something, enough for the whole summer
I step up to the forefront and ignore fronting
Offensive words and disses
Talking 'bout the things that made me really mad
Stress had me smoking cigarettes
I'm with BLM
Attend all of the events
A few Christian friends show me their backs
I always hoped it wouldn't be like that
But deep inside I expected it to be like that
Never wanted fame
That's the shit that makes a man go insane
But money looked more attractive as a goal
When I realized I could solve half my problems if I only had more
If I only had more
But all I got is this mic in my gym bag
All I got is this mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag
This mic in my gym bag

Written by:
Sebastian Stephan

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