Wanna know what’s raw to me
Reese T; Nuti Pack- Tear Gas LP
A masterpiece, currently still unreleased
That has to be a travesty at least
I’m at peace, playing old tapes on the boombox
I value innovation, and I doubt that will soon stop
Give props, but rip shop whenever the mic’s mine
Night time’s when I write rhymes, Defy time
The process I’m lost in triggers endorphins
Synth and organ, drums…a healthy portion
Each Word important, rewarding when thoughts are forming
Imploring MCs to heed the Robot warning
Danger will, earn ya disrespect like Dangerfield
Change your field vision, and range of skill
The brain can build a whole new world, that’s real
Sign and sealed the fate of the pain I feel
…now Imma need a moment to chill
We all bleed, we all get a call, some heed
Others turn away too afraid to see
The maitre’d, didn’t ever come from me
To some degree, I never live comfortably
Constantly, mold reality to a new shape
My true state of being’s almost ready, so just wait
Unveiling the unfailing, what a compelling run
Become numb, til me and the drum become one
But what lopsided, some inspiration still not cited
Give me time, I just have to yet to write it
Set alignment, never no threat of lying
Spirit didn’t break, but I think it died trying
The high science of reviving, look at him, he’s thriving
He’s rhyming for good times, working on good timing
You can find em writing till he’s flanked by wood lining
Stay shining, jewel in the ruff, hood diamond
