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letra de pencil to paper - mc chic

[intro]
mic check!
mic check!
is this thing on?
we’re good. we’re good
chic

[verse 01]
i wrote punchlines and they were lit like i were the match
spewing words like an angry chick whose purse was just sn-tched
the john wick of pencil tricks and verbal attacks
i gambled, i lost quick and i turned in my stash
it was history, but i wasn’t learning the past
kept firing rhymes saying, that my burns would come back
like they were bullets to superman, they were nothing but blanks
and i was hoping id rise back to observable ranks
but then i plummeted. i was asked to take up a job
“music doesn’t loan, make or pay for the car”
“getting high on booze is not raising the bar”
“get your act straight and focus cause you’re playing the part”

[hook]
it’s been a while since i’ve been in the game
thought i had changed but i’m feeling the same
i put pencil to paper and i let it all flow
spent years on the bleachers now i’m ready to go!!
i said it’s been a while since i’ve been in the game
thought it had changed but its feeling the same
i put pencil to paper and i let it all flow
spent years on the bleachers now i’m ready to go!!

[verse 02]
see i was so broke that even sidewalk begging wouldn’t hire this
lying still i’d watch youtube videos and sigh a bit
stopped moping around and i chose my desire, it was hard
to decide if i should try or quit
but then it hit me! i was only mad at me..
abandoned my p-ssion so i could have advanced degrees
aimed for a’s but was dealt with hands of jacks and queens
and yet i played with poker faces though my hands were weak
and so, i sat back and wrote every line that i could say
while refining the words like a fine wine with age
not a minute to waste it was high time to play
all my riddles and tricks i spit to sideswipe your gaze
to the real issue – rappers losing sight of the goal
you guys are thriving for the views and yet you’re blinded for sure
and so, i rebirth my lyrics, 9 months i wrote
serving sentences like verdicts, i am finally woke

[verse 3]
let’s light up the grill cause now the stakes are high
i keep my beef “rare” but “well” if your aim’s to fight
i’m smoking all the chickens too, come face the fire
like your favorite rappers who claim that their names are why
we listen to the track, no no no, stop that claim!
i’m serving new shots, but getting drunk is not my aim
new songs are here plopping just like the bird drops that stain
and i’m here to free your ears from all this nonsense
wait!
what is with these indie rappers trying to mark their place?
their rhymes are tripping so much that they just fall flat-faced
competing, with each other, fighting over podcast plays
like you’re tomcats, just stop that! your contents a waste
want some real punches? how about i serve a verbal jab
a one-two’s enough for you to burn your verses bad
your rhymes are so stale that listeners could learn the words from trash
5 years that i took a break i’m back to murder tracks

[outro]
yup
back in this business
with a lot more to say
c h i c

- mc chic

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