ProVerb
Write of Passage
[Intro]
Welcome!
This is my rite of passage
Your rite of passage

[Verse 1]
It's so simple, with this third one there’s no intro
I'd rather use the space to place more info
Replace all interludes to lace more singles
To raise the standard that's going down this ain’t limbo
I'm like a modern day Bo Jangles
A jockey in a race-course stable
Just waiting for them to say go
A chef at a main course table
Heads are at their place-holds
Just waiting to get fed a plate-full
I read a page full
Like bread I break for the faithful
Set of angles
I bring the message like Gabriel
I stay real
Ignore what's on the radio
It it's all a game then your brain is my playing field
I love performing, the way stage feels
I enjoy it a great deal
Plus the few coins to help pay bills
I ride this line an 8-wheel
My verses may feel
Essential and beautiful brother like Curtis Mayfield
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
This is my right of passage
More than tryna write a passage
And way more than tryna write a classic
It's not quite your average
More that tryna hype the masses
With ice and fashions
Or how nice some ass is
It's twice that is
More that writing chapters
Or punchlines or rhyme-for-rhyme line patterns
No make-up guy no camera, lights, no action
Just the naked eye capturing life as it happens
Biographic, take you back like chiropractors
More than fighting for the title of the tightest rapper
Burn that, strike a match and let's rise from the ashes
In the heat we can re-shape it like a blacksmith
Type of passion to incite masses
To revive has-beens
To re-grab their mics and get back in
It's more than what you might’ve imagined
What is likely to happen
Is you grow when I’m writing this passage
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
This is my right of passage
I'm not a self-righteous cat
I’m just tryna help right the past
Which left quite a damage
The difference is I fight with language
I'm not conscious I just strike a balance
Which is quite a challenge
Considering what it's like in this rap-biz
They fit us all inside this package
It's either you’re broke and struggling your life is anguish
Or your doe is doubling you life is lavish
And you're so in trouble if your life is average
Cause then they claim you're not real and what write is wack kid
Even though each line is crafted
Each rhyme is mastered
Even though each album's classic
Even though you recite and practice
You re-write the wack bits
Even though your freestyles is phat kid
Meanwhile I've decided that
It must be due to the fact
That they don't read the right passage