Deepspace5 - Joywriting lyrics

Well if I'm first I might as
Well make this verse something
You want to listen to
Maybe give you a visual of light
Illumination for dark times
I'm able just to walk with loneliness
Mic sparking, clashing
So to be smashing out these deep flows
Paying dues is often the cost
For a professional, I'm exceptional when
I send thoughts into soldier type fashion
March to a hidden part of the pen
Splashing out onto the page
Words drop in brigades
Non-stop brain waves 24-7
Shine or rain, I stay repping
To hold down this black ink
More effective than oppression
I'm letting out loud screams I'm hearing
These ghost writers on the scene
Invisible to the rest but I


Know who they possess
Control your text before your
Mouth starts rhyming
Sintax, Listener, Sev, we're joywriting

We're going joywriting as we
Rhyme across the map
With our thoughts shining concepts
Right into your lap
When we write verbs to link
Words from ink blurs
It comes out fresh to impress on the paper

I lay the groundwork
Throw in about ten layers of intricacies
Shrouded delicately through a buried sea
But doesn't matter when you really
Don't care or see that I love it
Seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly
Catching me so off guard I'm
Questioning how much you're feeling me
I could scream like hostages about
How much the man keeps me down or
I could complain like the handicapped
About how my lyrics sound and
How it's not accessible, but I won't
I should impress my rap name on your
Mind like it's a leather belt
And I might try and make
You feel guilty about how
I'm so underground and
You're the commercialest
Soil on top of mewell
I'll just lay the groundwork and
Stay content with my beats
Mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats
Phonetically bound by threads
Of concept pleats
Recycled into thoughts unique

We're going joywriting as we
Rhyme across the map
With our thoughts shining concepts
Right into your lap
When we write verbs to link
Words from ink blurs
It comes out fresh to impress on the paper

My father's prize possession is a
Pilot ball point pen (oh yeah)
He keeps it freshly polished and
Seldom is it written (hmmmm)
But he left last week and so
I took it for a spin (ha ha ha)
Joywriting with my friends
Swerving in and out the margin
Pardon my pleasure because I'm
Reckless when I grin
I never look before I laugh 'cause
That's a waste of inhibition
Cross double punchlines and keeping
Traffic on their toes
I've got em ducking into stitches as
I'm steering down the road
Offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose
Compose in 4-wheel drive to survive
The highs and lows
I'm a Padawan Jedi fully trained in the art
My heart midi-chlorian count is
Off the charts
Trained with Obi Wan Kenobi in
The early morning sun
Spit sound surround like Dolby when
I breathe through speaker lungs
Riding bareback on a bantha across
The sands of Tattooine
Using the force to chart my course
Holding the hands of Elohim
Who bends my will to win
Pod racing on the outer rim
Deepspacing as I'm chasing down
Ideas with my pen
Lament for the loss and pray for
Peace so kids can cope spit hope
Love and joy with every flick
Of the scripter's pen stroke

We're going joywriting as we
Rhyme across the map
With our thoughts shining concepts
Right into your lap
When we write verbs to link
Words from ink blurs
It comes out fresh to impress on the paper