(Nisho)

Yeah
Thirty Day (I told 'em)

(Verse)

Breath in slow, getting rid of all my nervousness
The fact that I did do it before is so encouraging
See what words I pick, put in the proper order
No one has my signature, no one copy and forge it
Don't sign me as a face for all your endorsements
Need the right time like pick and choosing my courses
Switch to a manual, flow's like I'm skating
Grew up playing Pro Skater 2 who's relating
Hands raised? None
Look into the eyes of this quiet one
And tell me that my verbal's never riot son
Found my humility, lost half my ego
Just getting the feeling back, killing rap heroes
Assassin from my sophomore year from all my bars known
I really want this for good, not temporary like car loans
This is what I'm praying for, every day, art shows
Open mic, Album dropped, stable life, wife at home
It was either that or I mentally keep my sniper zone
Target sighted, looking to the crowd saying "Mike can flow"
Never saying "Why does he do it, getting nicer though"
Who's a fan, groupie, admiring
Thoughts going hurricane, mind started spiraling
This my approach, my process, my kind of heat
Hungry for words, so don't put me on a diet please
Ratchet flow, super S, chill soul-ciety
Resident, Underground, Lost for a Cause
Feeling my kiNesis so faNatically apart
What I have to be with a masterpiece
Rapping fiend with an appetite
Behind the scenes, no need for the trap, it's not relaxing see
Doubling, gunning the people who want
I'm seeing the dream and I'm reaching out for it
Killing your favorite
Back to the basics
Artist and writer producing a poet
Reducing the flowing, crazy that none of the internet knows it
Breathe back out, no discussion
Too sick like Robotussin....