Intro:
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Verse 1:
I draw inspiration with a pen and paper
And cut to the shavings with erasers [the razors]
As an artist
I paint a picture in the image of poetry
I’m an artist and artisan
Due to write genius, hands are smarting
My hands are both placed on the pad so cautious
Wriggling fast to the pace of hi-hats as always
Five fastidious fidgeting fingers flip flicks, fashioning flows
Y’all fancy the hastiest raps and all
And since you appreciate it I’ll grant a shot
I’m tryna hatch up a way to attack a topic
I’m walking on eggshells not dropping eggs
Hence, chicken scratching and changing the rap and conjuring
Something grand and amazing that matters, bars that
Will Enhance and can save lives and actually spark
Up a light in this dark world while guiding the lost herd
Mix that with a great skill, and I am to prosper [Yeah!]

Chorus 1:
I am to prosper, maybe not what if I fail and falter
Sitting on this swivel chair, pencil lead’s snapped apart
I write too quick, I’m tired to bits, the table has been oscillating
Or shaking along with me, it’s as unstable as I am
So grab the carpenter
I can’t accomplish this
Stationary in this stationery in this station e’ry
Thing that I write is too generic
Where’s the sharpener?
Like a fence, I call this writer’s block [rider’s block]
I like offense but I am tired out
Without a doubt, I’m out
I’m drowsy now
So I walk to the kitchen it’s dark and it’s cavernous
Doubly tangled smelling awfully acrid it’s harmful to breathe in here prowling
Wow it’s foul and
Honestly, man I just hardly can stand it
Why, pardon my manners
Why did I come here? Right, for the manual, but it’s prolly gone in the span of these shambles

Verse 2:
I’m scanning over this manual in my hands
My fingertips/finger tips over this page and
I’m ramming a phalanx of words in my brainpan
Can’t abandon it put a band on it
'Fore it flies away with rules of thumbs I’m thumbing through
The guests are famished in the drawing room
Distressed they can’t fast [canvas] any longer soon
So I’ll handily hand them a vast repast of salads
I’ll make the dishes
Then they’ll do the dishes
What a really incredible meal!
The aroma is admittedly pretty surreal
Fittingly it’ll immediately kindle a lingering thrill
I’ve put all the eggs in the basket, or nests
They’ll have your mind scrambled
And yoke one to his antagonist, [yeah] this is the deal
I’ve cut the meal, and placed it on platinum-plated plates
The present people piqued
I pity those poor ones but here’s a piece, man, I prepared it with skill

Chorus 2:
Tell me do you feel it
Tell me do you like it
Tell me that I killed it
Tell me that I flopped and
Tell me it’s so hot it gave you the chills
It gave you the steam
Tell me it’s appealing
Tell me that I failed, that I’m really far off
Tell me that I nailed it, hit it spot on
With what I’ve built
On that note, don't hammer on me
Tell me I’m the bluntest tool in the shed and I really know the drill
NOW TELL ME THAT I KILLED IT
TELL ME THAT I-
TELL ME THAT I KILLED IT
TELL ME THAT I FLOPPED AND
TELL ME IT’S SO [FIRE] IT GAVE YOU THE CHILLS
IT GAVE YOU THE STEAM
TELL ME IT’S APPEALING
TELL ME THAT I FAILED THAT I’M REALLY FAR OFF
TELL ME THAT I NAILED IT, HIT IT SPOT ON
WITH WHAT I BUILT
ON THAT NOTE, DON’T HAMMER ON ME
TELL ME THAT I’M THE BLUNTEST TOOL IN THE SHED AND I REALLY KNOW THE DRILL

Verse 3:
My clock is relaying the food can be savoured
I rush with impatience through the flare and withdraw the
Long tray, my squinting eyes both check it with coquetry
I’m appalled yet I awe with a
Crude stupefied feel, hands are smarting
My hands are both placed on the platter wobbly
Wriggling fast I’m amazed that I can't be calm the
Fine felicitous feast finna fill this famished folks
They fancy a tasty repast and all
And since they appreciate it I’ll grant a shot
I’m tryna hatch up a way that I’ll aptly proffer them
Walking on eggshells, not covered with eggs and
Swiftly stacking the trays in this massive cart and
Pushing it balanced with grace to the brassy sound I’m
Walking fast with a face that is packed with confidence
They sight me with ardour they’re tired and all yearn for
To alleviate their cranky stomachs so they snatch my offer

Chorus 3:
I am to prosper, [Yeah!] I am to prosper
Sitting on this swivel chair, pencil lead's madly sharp
It punctured my doubt, beat it up badly and jabbed its stomach
I should thank the coffee
Table is stable I’m happy that you grabbed the carpenter
I was static now I’m ecstatic feeling so amped I’m static, writing so fast it started to sound exactly like static
Alas, I am to prosper [yuh]
I am to prosper [Yeah!], I am to prosper
I feel the feeling, I feel it prosper
I feel the feeling, I feel it blossom
I feel it spring, and I’m feeling awesome
I’m feeling [ready]
I don’t feel this often, I’m feeling [steady]
I feel to [go] off like a runner headed
For a bunch of medals -what’s that acrid aura?

Verse 4:
The table emits unsavoury stenches
Bathing in bits ingrained deep in wetness
The fare I presented is
Blatantly set in various endless layers of chips and
Laying amidst the wavering gents, females and betwixt
Their wail is incessant
Face is fluorescent
Brought something new to the table
Thought it was gonna be heavy, now I see shaking of legs and
[Yeah!]
They sight my pupil and want me expelled
Like I’m an eyesore their oesophagi tear with a limned eye while they grumble “get help”
They got an allergy, they tumble, retch, belch
Expressing that I fumbled excessively messily they rumble in bundles feeling humbled on the ground in a jumble (read the lyrics!)

I scumble this canvas that’ll crumble
My train of thought is derailing and humbles
Me downward doubly
The blinding light is a train at the end of the tunnel
I give up, I give in to give out, won’t take heart
Failure hasn’t been subtle tryna fondle and cuddle
Despite the time that I’ve invested in this
Doubt incessantly insists to be intrinsic to my senses
I’m intensely flimsy
I can’t write right, right?, can’t try it - Alright
I can’t write right, right?, can’t try it - Alright
I can’t - haha -Pay attention!
Gift you’re sheer awful and [⏪Flourish ⏪]
You’re disgusting [⏪and, succeed ⏪]
Now ya lash and throw me rocks an’ yell
[⏪︎Layn and scarred in war, then shall I Win ⏪]

Verse 5:
In less than a minute I’m pressured to impress all the listeners
And leave my mark with this pencil but the pencil is bending
My foot is stamping to the beat while I am stressing within me
Wrestling for your seal of approval, I’ll get it, I mean it
These Punchlines should punch lines onto your face leaving an impact
But I got less than-
[Found balance, if I stand on my head I won’t fall]
Manifesting my vision to every spirit and hoping that you get up and listen
To every sentence I’m spitting
I’m chugging the coffee doubly caught in my office stuck in here scrawling
Tired and tryna create something to get your mind spinning
But I struggle it’s hard
Regardless it’s not all about impressing, man
It’s all about God, and love
Countering problems
That is the object
Who objects?
[Jesus walks]
Less than a minute
I’m running outta time
Follow the lines
Dig in the Message I’m giving
In less than a minute
Give in to the lesson I mean it
All of the rhymes
That I vocalize
Will all lessen the minute
Don’t listen less and demean it
Listen, a minute
I’m putting the poetry back home in rap, for in rappers there’s less in’em, innit?
[Less than a minute, less than a minute, less than a minute]
While defined as an artist, I’m destined to limn it
With these lines
But it really ain’t about who’s the best that is in it
But rather who’s presenting a word that’ll help the imprisoned
That is the healthy rare food I deliver to the drawing room
Which I know you find repulsive, [15 seconds are ticking, Gift!]

[I]
Look at the malevolent rappers
Taking their followers to traps doing it with audacity
Making a living of killing them all then braggin' about all their stacks
No they
[Don’t]
Think of utilising the mic and the stand
To say what’ll aid their followers
Bring them to light? no it’s
Financially bad for’em - this couldn’t be
[Right/Write]
How they get their money
By spitting bout drugs
And glorifying poison, fornication, and raining on
Strippers in clubs
It’s nothing new in the game tho
It’s sorely redundant
I’m not a looker/lucre [For filthy money]
That wouldn’t be stable
I’m just tryna bring something new to the table

Outro:
My name is Gift Blessing. *chuckle* Remember that name. Oh, and please... Read the lyrics