Jesse Howard - Letter to the rap game lyrics

It's twisted bit's just hear that
I'm clicking pics just stare at me
If you can't grip the shit
Then there ya have it
It's deep, spit this shit to snare as is

Considered it's this or that
I'd quicken to fix a laugh
Which withers to mixtures half-pitched
To scripture written
Up triggers quick and hit's the pad
You couldn't picture that

Now we could go that scenic route Rerun style
Screaming and teasing foul? I won't go there
I'm bout bigger messages Peace now

So clean it out or scream it out
By yourself and team in bouts
Yo, screen it out or police it wow
Heard ya botched jotted shit
I'm lost in offices
Stocked with lists to stop
Twists and populaces

I'm off the grids tell my stories
Battling's not my style waste of my time
Rather, get wasted in basement
Chase it with bass
Snare and state with the rhyme, lime
Wasting my time blaring crates with the rhyme

Cuz after it I crash like Ukrainian
Missile happs on American Aircrafts
Fuckin hard rush commercial lines then
It's thunder sound underground

Express myself this music is therapeutic
Sift perceptions of info
Surrounding situations
Projections in ten fold old and of the newest
This is my master thesis letter
To the rap game
This is my master thesis letter
To the rap game

I would make a track spanning out my homage
Could take a moment back spend it
Oust my knowledge
No drug induced poetry flushed It's
Use less so is meaning
When an emcee busts a useless flow
It's seeming

Never give a fuck with
Pencil ended maintenance
Said it It's enough over
Mental spent displaying
Never giving up detrimental dedication
Never give a fuck sober eventful replication

Put given rhythm to my living to adapt to any
Situation With logical perseverance to
Clash with any
Shit's a matrix optical blur like spirit's
Option able to share this

If I tell you how "I do me" I
Win every time no commitment to shit
Mixed with being a bum That gives two
Shit's of a Fuck what you say
Or a rhyme i'd cut
My dick off like NoShame and
Start battling Hynes catch up
I'm bout peace!

Expressing myself telling stories you
Can relate too

I'm alien seeming humans blasting
Off daily phonics
Trail being in fluids astronomical
I'm in comets sailing
Scenes influenced in an O-zone high past my
Sonnets scopin out the provolone
Astronautic an astronaut
Blip almost hard to track me honest

This music is therapeutic
Sift perceptions of info
Surrounding situations
Projections in ten fold old and of the newest
This is my master thesis letter
To the rap game