Tales From The Word-Slinger

[j3remiah-the-wordslinger]

Driftwood:

Yeah, sometimes I get butterflies,

And wonder why,

I sit idle and let life just flutter by,

Listening to stifled laughs and smothered cries,

Trying to see the world through a mother's eyes,

Even though I've done this a hundred times,

There will come a time,

When you gotta pull the knife out of your back and start cutting ties,

Then make sure there's no way they can put a knot in it,

Living in a false reality and I'm lost in it,

Stuck in the spider's web,

I'm caught in it,

Alone,

With the voice in my head,

And I've fought with it,

Screaming at him to put a sock in it,

Seeing this perfect life,

But I'm not in it,

I am but a piece of wood, left alone adrift at sea,

There is not a soul on this Earth that is missing me,

No one would make or grant a wish for me,

And as I listen to the living scream,

I sit and think,

That these visions seem,

Like nothing more than a vivid dream.

-J3remiah

[j3remiah-the-wordslinger]

From A Prison Cell:

I'm locked inside of this seg cell,

Trying to get my head well,

Waiting on my release so I can spread my wings and finally set sail,

I don't have anyone to talk to,

I don't make phone calls, get visits, or get mail,

This cell's as good as a coffin,

I might as well be dead now,

All I've got in this world is a bunch of papers with words on 'em,

When I get angry I gotta write because if not I would hurt someone,

I don't expect you to understand it, and I don't expect you to understand me,

I've been alone my whole life, I was abandoned by my family,

I don't know if I'll have kids or find a woman that can stand me,

Yeah, I've got some issues you can say I'm pretty damaged,

When they let me out of here I won't have nowhere to go,

I won't have no shoes, food or even clothes,

But I've got this dream and I'll chase it til I taste it,

Yeah I've got this dream that's only starting to awaken.

-J3remiah

[j3remiah-the-wordslinger]

I'm Not Ready Freestyle P.t 2

I'm not ready/

And I'm feeling a little top heavy/

Like I might tip over at any second because my thoughts heavy/

Or like I might drop because my heart's heavy/

And my heart's steady/

Beating/

And I keep repeating/

"I'm not ready"/

I'm not ready/

But I gotta be/

The only thing in my way is me, I'm the only thing stopping me/

I need to get a couple shots of Ciroq in me/

Because all eyes are on me like 2pac's in me/

I'm looking around like who's stopping me/

I've heard the "competition" but who's topping me/

I'm just getting started and you're already copping pleas/

I'm picking these rappers off like I sniped em from the tops of trees/

I don't stop and think/

I don't even stop to breathe/

It's just not in me/

I've given everything all I've got in me/

And look how far it's gotten me/

In a cell with 4 walls behind a lock and key/

Trying to convert everyone who does not believe/

But I'm not ready/

And they're taking shots at me/

I'm unprepared and it's unfair because I know I can show em if they'd all let me/

I've prophesied this my whole life like God sent me/

But I'm not ready/

What's wrong with me/

Good God help me/

I just wish everyone would shut up abd just stop yelling/

Because I'm losing my mind/

I spit the truth but yall just wanna confuse it with lies/

I'm seeing red you can't even see the fucking blue in my eyes/

I wanna take off running but I'm afraid I'll trip and fall like my shoes are untied/

I can't get a nine to five/

Fuck a suit and a tie/

This is all that I got and I refuse to deny/

I'm on the winning team so you better start choosing a side/

Before you get abused and used tossed and threw to the side/

I'm running through em like O.J the juice in his prime/

But I'm still not ready yet/

I'm an emotional wreck/

All over the place like I'm shooting an unsteady tech/

Trying to pick up the shattered pieces of whatever's left/

I came from the bottom working my way to the top and I'm hitting every step/

Taking out whoever's next/

Breathing hard like I was heavy set/

And I ain't got time to stop and try to catch a breath/

Because I don't need a rest I need a check/

I gotta pay these bills and the landlord's needing rent/

And you wanna tell me I don't know the half of it/

Like I've never had nothing/

Like I've never been to Hell and came back from it/

I'm about to explode and y'all going to feel the blast from it/

Trying to keep my sanity and I'm fighting with brass knuckles/

But you're listening to these false prophets who never have struggled/

I'm gonna bury em all so if you wanna hear em then grab shovels/

But I'm still not ready/

And I'm still feeling a little top/

And I'm still feeling like you're not with me/

But behind my back they're all mocking me/

Saying "there he goes again he's just a delusional illusionist"/

But the only mother fucking delusion is/

Thinking I'm not ready for this music biz

My head is in this music shit/

I'm on that nasty, grimy, gruesome shit/

Planted a seed inside my mind and then I grew some shit/

Who would have thought, who would have knew this shit/

Would turn me into a mother fucking lunatic/

Who's losing it/

Refuses to quit/

And spits like he's abusing his lips/

And it's not because I came from a broken home/

Or the fact that God never blessed my road/

And it's not because I bleed for this shit like a broken nose/

Or because I'm nuts and I snapped like a broken bone/

I don't suppose/

That y'all understand why I chose this road

I know I'm cold/

Because when I spit I unload my soul/

And every flow I've wrote/

Is meant for me to go toe to toe/

With anyone that's above me on this totem pole/

But I still don't think I'm ready for it/

Man I still don't think I'm ready for it/

I said I still don't think I'm ready for it/

But I know I've got this gift and I can't ignore it/

I gotta walk this path because I stand before it/

Like it's meant to be like I'm destined for it/

I can see where I'm headed while the rest ignore it/

Like I'm less important/

Idolizing these whack rappers that get blessed and worshipped/

I'm gonna wreck your fortunes/

Because I'm meant for more shit/

But I don't need 5 houses and 10 Porsche's/

Hell I'd be happy with a couple pairs of Jordan's, Timb's, or Forces/

Because I've been walking this road so ling that I've busted my soles out/

I'm just trying to get a foot in that fucking door Hell I'm sticking my toes out/

But I'm afraid that it's closed now/

They've left me out in the cold I'm froze out/

They're waiting on me to bite my fucking tongue so I spit with a closed mouth/

But my thoughts are still heavy and I'm afraid I might drop from it/

But I keep telling myself that there's no way shit I will not plummet/

Because failure is something that I cannot stomach/

And if my nerves do get the best of me I will not vomit/

I won't up chuck it/

Instead I will rise up from it/

And go above and beyond the summit/

And past the pinnacle/

While you bastards ridicule/

Shit I'm laughing with you all/

Because you took me for a joke now I'm laughing that shit off/

Killing all these rappers with a mask and a Kalashnikov/

Screaming "kiss my mother fucking ass" I don't care who I'm pissing off/

I'm over it/

G.I Joe's couldn't soldier it/

I've got my blood, sweat, tears, heart, and soul in it/

Mining it for all it's worth like there's gold in it/

This is my moment/

And I'll own it/

There's no way that I'm blowing it/

This is my Training Day/

"I'm surgical with this shit Jake"/

This pen is my fucking sword and I'm swinging it until my wrists break/

It's fate/

I know that this ain't no mistake/

Or a mis-step/

On the path that it takes/

For me to make shit great/

Been writing all these flows and I'll spit em until my lips break/

Or until my jaws lock up/

Or until I breathe my last breath and my lungs have been coughed all up/

Until I spit my last rhyme and every ounce of saliva has been hawked all up/

So this is a loss that you can chalk on up/

Before you get snatched up, bagged up, and sold like some coke that's been rocked on up

I'm a fucking lone wolf and y'all are some doggone pups/

You're a bunch of bitches who like it raw dog rough/

I want that smoke like I puff, puff then cough, cough and puff/

But I'm not ready/

And I'm feeling a little top heavy/

Like I might tip over at any second because my thoughts heavy/

Or like I might drop because my heart's heavy/

And my heart's steady/

Beating/

And I keep repeating/

"I'm not ready"/

-J3remiah

[j3remiah-the-wordslinger]

I'm just a hopeless rapper

Who's fiending for this dream like a dope sick bastard

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

And no matter what I can't crumble like a broken cracker

I'll keep my head held high until these shoulders fracture

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

Yeah I'm just a hopeless rapper

And I rehearse every verse until i know em backwards

Until I cant speak anymore and my throat is battered

At least then I'll know every single word that I've spoken matters

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

And I know it's useless

Because I'm sittin here spittin for mother fuckers that don't give two shits

And if you think you got what it takes step on up I don't choke I chew shit

I'll make you sick

And vomit like you swallowed some chew spit

Eww shit

I'm just a nut like I'm all over some huge tits

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

I'm not the kind of guy you send your soldiers after

Nah I'm just a hopeless rapper

And you'll know the whole story when I close this chapter

Just live in the moment focus and hope it's captured

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

Yeah I'm just a hopeless rapper

And you're the kind of guy who ain't got balls when shit pops off but you grow some after

And I'm just gross and nasty

On fire like I'm soaked in gas

Or propane and I'm waiting in you to just stroke the match

And I hope it catches

Because when it does I'm gonna toast your asses

Get on your knees open wide you can blow me faggots

You can't see where I'm headed when you're wearing broken glasses

This shit's too easy like hocus pocus magic

But I swear I'm just a rapper who's hopes are absent

And I've tried to swallow my pride but I always choke it back up

And I know it's tragic

Because this isn't how it's supposed to happen

I'm not the one who's supposed to have it

I don't fit the mold shit I broke the plaster

I'm just a broken bastard

Sent here to strike fear in all the hearts if these hopeful rappers

These dope boy rappers

Trappers

I don't know how long them flows will last ya

At least you got the money, cars, clothes and hoes at last though

It's a fucking art form and you all sound like wide open assholes

Shit, in other words

That's a real head scratcher look I got them broke and baffled

I'm outer space with this shit like ground control to Major Tom saying"go for NASA"

And if you don't like what I say then I got a blunt with your name on it and I'm a smoke fanatic

I want that beef like I got cows grazing in an open pasture

We can handle business first and worry about wether or not it's kosher after

But I'm just a hopeless rapper

And I'm trying so fucking hard to be hopeless at it

But do you know how hard it is to be so pathetic

When this shit comes so natural like it's all genetic

I'm just a hopeless rapper

And I'll continue to be hopeless until this whole thing's mastered

I'll focus until everyone in the games hopes are shattered

Until I got em hook, line, sinker, fishing pole and tackle

Holy mackerel

Holy shit

Like it came from God's asshole

All these whack rappers get worshipped like they're kings that got castles

I'm here to off rappers

Send em packing on a trip like they dropped acid

I'll do it until they're gone and I'm not going to stop after

So you can just stop asking

For me to just stop spazzing

It's happening

I'm coming to stop traffic

Traffic

Looking for my Chapstick

Feeling kind of car sick on some B-Rad shit

Writing million dollar hits until I fucking have it

Still feeling kind of hopeless because I swear ain't nothing happening

But I can't lose in this rap game I have to win

And if anyone mentions my name I'm coming after them

I'm a felon I don't tote pistols I'll kill you with this pad and pen

Shoot shots that will double you over like you got hit in the abdomen

And if you try to run from shit then I'll drag you in

Tie you up I got duct tape and rope to wrap you in

Then I'll grab the pen

And paper and tell you now that you're in

I'm gonna blow your fucking brain right out your chin

But I'm just a rapper that stays hopeless

That way I always got something to look forward to and that's the definition of what hope is

I'll rip them off the hinges if these doors never open

Because all these words I've spoken

Carry so much weight if you tried to repeat them you'd start choking

Piece by piece by piece I'll pick you apart hoping

To touch your mind, heart, soul and

Tell you that you're blind until your mind and heart open

This is a fine art moment

I'm constipated and I can't wait to shit on these rappers

But until then please excuse me while I fart on em

-J3remiah-