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I wrote this by relating the lyrics to being a working professional that gravitates towards a peaceful hobby.
lyrics
[Chorus (Scratched) - 2x]
*Professional slash Hobbyist*
*Yo, P the Wyse, show em how we grind, precise writing*
*With this mic, I'm God*
*I put words together like Peter Jennings, aight*
[Verse 1]
I do this for fun, sometimes I would like to be known
A king dethroned, like Lebron without a ring so...
I practice daily, with no monetary focus
I sway the hopeless, with 16 lines of dopeness//
Do I need to rhyme? Why I am I speaking lines?
Work, then school, rhyming in my leisure time
The ultimate outlet, to release my mind
This is love right here, yes the sweetest kind//
Strive for printed articles when I freelance
Interact with the crowd, astound, when I meet fans
Greet, seek, finds things that are unique
Spread the name around, thus expand thy reach//
Give one hundred percent, nothing less
Research or Google, I'm trying to be in depth
Working on a new direction with an instep
Writing in my dreams and letting the pen rest//
[Chorus (Scratched) - 2x]
*Professional slash Hobbyist*
*Yo, P the Wyse, show em how we grind, precise writing*
*With this mic, I'm God*
*I put words together like Peter Jennings, aight*
[Verse 2]
Blue collar, professional slash hobbyist
A junior reporter with big dreams of politics
Toddlers, Tiaras, contracts and contacts
To big city dreams, people saying model this//
Hustle hard, with a squad, yes the grind exists
Be a leader, not a follower, fam find a niche
Climb a fence, forget useless limitations
This is penning greatness, next step innovation//
Life on pause, with this mic I'm God
Nah, before the mic gripping, I write these bars
The pencil is my tool, yes my instrument
The notebook, the streetwalker and I'm pimping it//
Kicking simple scripts, the opposite of intricate
Stay the course, no matter how bad the mission gets
Be patient and wait your turn
A hobbyist with the grace to learn
With the grace to learn//
[Chorus (Scratched) - 2x]
*Professional slash Hobbyist*
*Yo, P the Wyse, show em how we grind, precise writing*
*With this mic, I'm God*
*I put words together like Peter Jennings, aight*
[Verse 3]
It's Earl from 8 to 4, Patrick from 5 to 10
Praverb when the rhymes begin
Shows lack, I don't have the time for them
Ten people in the audience, nine are friends//
No money from the door
That means no gas
No merch for your show
When you perform last
Thoughts of robbing a bank with no mask
Run rampant in my mind, sheesh, at least I'm recognized//
[Bridge (Scratched)]
*Recognize*
*Living proof, what I spit it the booth*
*My verbals known to crush bones*
[Chorus (Scratched) - 2x]
*Professional slash Hobbyist*
*Yo, P the Wyse, show em how we grind, precise writing*
*With this mic, I'm God*
*I put words together like Peter Jennings, aight*
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