Lyrical Ways



Verse 1:

These are my lyrical ways
Step into my empirical phase
Save it for the fakes
These days I blaze rays
Please, let me rephrase
Get down and praise me
Before I set you ablaze
Wage your way through the lyrical maze
All the delay's, essay's and survey's in my way
It's time to take away
The days and make em' pay
Stay and stray away from me
No need to pray for me
Sprayin' so they decay and decimate
Their ways are in my way
Please play around another day
Get down halfway, may day, may day
What do you say, wanna replay
My lyrical ways to keep up with the rays
I'm going through a crazed faze
This time of day, I ain't sane
And thats pretty crazy
Crane my neck, and search my brain
Find the place, of all the crazy
Spray your face, with a poison daisy
I seem to have misplaced the sane in my brain
Please, I need my breathing space
Brace, your pace, it's not a race
It's not a test, to see who's fazed the most
No way your getting in my way eventually
My pronunciation, is bouncin' crazy
I make my own dictionary
Or maybe, I'm just lazy
Place the sayings, away from me
Take the deed I do decree
The pleads for seeking defeat in the treaties
Now meet me, eventually
Another week, or another day
I pronounce the words differently
It's very bleak and weak maybe lazy


Verse 2:

It can be, repetitive eventually
I seem to see the ways I pray the day will be great
The rhymes won't be critiqued to bad
I'll sneak a peak at the finished ways
I lay down the stains of the raps today
Gaze past the crazy stains on the game
Raise the payments of all my lyrics
I plan to portray the ways of the greats
Eventually I'll be able to say
I make the day great by playing ways
My lyrical ways completely dominate
Wait for the days of the greatness
From yours truly no more fakeness
Place this payment, on the pavement
Try to say more rhymes then me
On two verses of one song today
I make my own ways of raps and crap
I do my own thang, I don't hang in a gang
Or say I'm gangster, I ain't a G
I plead the head of the great ways eventually
Pray that I meet the expectations
Play the raps over and over again
My ways will complete and then dominate the game
I'll still stay the same
Make the same raps and keep the same ways
Portray faces and set phrases through the zea may's
Can't wait for those days, that I can be called great
Make the stakes high for the other rappers
Play my raps for centuries
Place my hate, down on the pavement
Lay it out and stake it in the placements
Don't need to cheesy cliches and fake payments
I spit the truth or just lyrical ways
Keep the same payments as I did before
Asinine, accusations of atrocities
It's amazed me that it hasn't hazed me
I haven't needed to reappraise my paraphrases
Sayin' that I ain't playin' this no more
No, I can't keep the places down and ways away
I say what I want and keep my lyrical ways