Rap Journals - Tranzformer, Tenacity, Awkword

Rap Journals, every verse is another entry

Turn the beat on and the slate is empty

Many people envy, the ability to do it simply

But when I kill a beat I’m doing just me

And when I feel the beat I do it quickly

My life is on the track so you can miss me

With all that phony crap you write to just be

Selling records with your friends, writing fiction with your pen

Instead of doing you to get the party people listening

Ever since, I was just a snotty kid in Michigan

I’ve been inventing different rhythms to get the grins

From fans checking out my story that I spit to them

It’s for the homies, not for the glory of fitting in

Every song is a page of my diary

Some are filled with hate rage and anxiety

And other problems I have seen

High school girls that are dieting, so they can be accepted by the drama queens

I’m a battle cat who’s turned mass attractor

Making heads turn, and I’ve only rapped half a chapter

The kind of star that NASA’s after

Using rhyme books to do the math and capture the answer to why my tracks’ll

smash yours

That battle shit is in my past, I’m dapper

I’m much too classy to pay attention to average rappers

You can peep my catalog and peep a cat that’s had a long

Streak of being real in the land of actors

Rap Journals, this is my life

You listen, I sit and just write

My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me

That’s how rap journals is s’posed to be

Rap Journals, this is my life

You listen, I sit and just write

My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me

These rap journals are exposing me

This is my life, you relate when I tell raps

Scribbled on a pad, or touched on the cell app

It all comes together when I step in the booth

But zoning to the beat, that’s my moment of truth

Lay it on the table, wounded heart off the sleeve

After every single song I feel like parts you can leave

You listen, I sit and write, tryna bring light

Cause there’s darkness in our dreams and it’s worse in real life. Ugh

I opened up, now all see me

For some people talk is cheap, for me it’s the tea leaf

More than Rap Journals, this is future history

Yes men and ex-friends, all of 'em can miss me

All I try to do is do good, turns out risky

Still I won’t let her down, momma still with me

All lost loved ones, bets and matches

I’m recording this age, before the Internet crashes