[Verse 1]
Writer's block, sometimes it's no use
I think and I try, but I'm dry no juice
But I've got a little secret for knocking the flow loose
When I can't write, I eat produce
Yes, I eat fruit when I've got the writer's block
Or I eat veggies when I've got the writer's block
You could unlock the tightest lock
If you eat produce it helps you produce
Sometimes when I try to make art, I choke
So to counteract that, I'll eat an artichoke
Green cabbage yes, red cabbage no
'Cause red means stop, but green means go
Watermelon stimulates me if I can't get my lines written
'Cause the seed spitting simulates rhyme-spitting
I eat broccoli, bok choy and avocado
No room for block, just brok, brock and guac
Or I'll combine kinds of fruits that rhyme
Persimmons, lemon, limes, clementines. cherries
Various berries, apples, pineapples, apricots, plus plums
And kumquats and pears with green skin
And tange-'s and necta-'s, they're the -rine twins
I grind them up in that blender of mine
Drink down the juice and write some fruit punchlines
Snap peas for my battle rap steez
First I'm like "snap" then I'm like "peace"
Or I eat a radish, if my rhymes aren't fully radical yet, only rad-ish
If I'm in a bad mood, canteloupe
And honeydew helps me keep a can-do attitude
And when the song is complete
Then I eat my two favorite root veggies, the turnip, the beat
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[Verse 2]
Blank pages as white as chalk, I've got nothing coming out
Like when people with bronchitis talk, writers block
And I hate it when my brain is in a constipated state
And that's why I eat all that high-fiber produce
I'm in favor of dropping those creative number 2's
I'm saying, I'm pro-duce