Maybe

[Verse 1]
When I heard this beat I didn't know what to write
So I freestyled tonight to help me feel what is right
But what was left was a mish mash of inconsistent
Rhythmic persistence that provided resistance
So my brain spewed out half baked thoughts so lame
And in this game my board is just taking aim
So I'll talk about myself and use an ill comparison
It's embarassin; why are people starin? Cherish it!
Maybe I'll talk about music, yeah lets do it
But if I have to prove it that means I should lose it
Its frustrating as I'm here rhymes lactating
But no direction or dictating, just self-hating
When was the last time you heard a real coherent rhyme?
The lost of dimes in the pocket without grit and grime
When did I consider this my past time?
Without a better way to say it, the only one in line

[Chorus]
Maybe in the deepest days
I will find my golden ways
Maybe, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

Maybe history, let's just talk
Maybe that lifestyle, let it just rock
I'm that kid that's could be hot
Let's see if I'll take it to the spot
But this is what I've been taught
Can't forget about you
(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [2x]

[Verse 2]
Maybe I'll take that romance and take a chance
But maybe the tight pants will arise some rants
I've run the track now, no longer in the background
I hit it and split like Manny Pacquiao
And about now is when I switch up my lifestyles
Miles of guile files that go beyond wild
Maybe I rhyme about the ghetto, nah about Othello
I should keep it retro on the metro, riding real special
A King? A Pharaoh? What royal status am I?
Wings? Camoros? What chariot do I ride?
Forget about me? Well forget about you
But it's difficult to do, maybe through and through
Who am I talking to? That's up to the metaphor
Lock yourself in a room and close the door
These concepts to explore are maybe too deep
But maybe you just need a good night of sleep

[Chorus]
Maybe in the deepest days
I will find my golden ways
Maybe, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

Maybe history, let's just talk
Maybe that lifestyle, let it just rock
I'm that kid that's could be hot
Let's see if I'll take it to the spot
But this is what I've been taught
Can't forget about you
(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [2x]

[Verse 3]
Impossible, improbable, basically unstoppable
Coming off the top so hot: improvable
How remarkable are all of these articles?
Measured down to last damn particle
Maybe I'm refined and designed like a science
And have all other wack MCs switched off: appliance
But with a rebel alliance I've provided a little force
Of course that is nothing less and never too short
Maybe I'm a Jedi with lyrical flames
Yoda Fire is my game with beasts I've tamed
Beats I've lamed and discreet without names
Lanes I've drained, maybe on a different plane
Maybe I'm too far ahead like a plasma gat
Maybe my rhymes real ill and my songs go blat
Maybe I'll fall flat and then have a lapse
In the end, I can't forget about this and that!

[Chorus]
Maybe in the deepest days
I will find my golden ways
Maybe, truly this is what made me
Break me, not a thing's gonna break me [2x]

Maybe history, let's just talk
Maybe that lifestyle, let it just rock
I'm that kid that's could be hot
Let's see if I'll take it to the spot
But this is what I've been taught
Can't forget about you
(Can't forget about, Can't forget about you) [2x]

Chess Club

[Verse 1]
My rap game phenomenal, abominable, unconquerable
Look at the only rapper up on the honor roll
Intelligence looming high, if you're assuming I
Can't be booming or fly, I'll be rebuking that lie
Penmanship shows in my verbals without restrictions
With an addiction to friction and impeccable diction
You call it swag? Allow me to give some synonyms
I exhibit good mannerisms: brandishing a gentlemen
Looking quite dapper; bow-tie combination
Other musicians couldn't pull this off at graduation
Give congratulations: the ministration of education
Has offered exaltation without a limitation
I walk down the aisle, guile, and every one smiles
Bishops and knights head nod at my style
Substantial but manageable amount of opulence
Kings and Queens at my feet: Vandals on top of it

[Chorus]
Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gonna take it
Weak-hearted, might have to break it

Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
Get started: revamp the motion
Please pardon my new promotion

[Verse 2]
As I read my books, I get side-way looks: rooks
I'll have these fools babbling like a brook and mistook
Now look, gander, glance, and view what I did here
I invite conventional MCs to get weird
My incantations are vacations of smart minds
When I start speaking it's Revenge of the Nerds part five
En passant, I don't want to flaunt to remain daunt
Because my gaunt mixed font display is a haunt
No savant, just plain and vapid men who've reached an anti-climatic
Problematic and static casket
Certainly the observability of my abilities
Has been displayed in a fashion that shouts properly
Getting on top of me? Well, unfortunately
Your ideology to me is doodles to photography
An 8 by 8 board has never seem so small to me
Controlling an entire kingdom: I must be godly, try to stop me!

[Chorus]
Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gonna take it
Weak-hearted, might have to break it

Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
Get started: revamp the motion
Please pardon my new promotion

[Verse 3]
Eclipsing your best lines with a joke of mine
That is how far the gap that most have to climb
Realistic and simplistic versions of logistics
Have the statistics seeking the aid of mystics
I've destroyed pawns with the brawn of my mastermind
Write a rhyme to pass the time without reasons asinine
The world is mine for the taking, no I'm not alone
When I'm done I'll be constructing a million other thrones
Sharp concise movements show improvement
Get the cue like poolsticks before we get ruthless
My lateral is diagonal for purposes tactical
Unimaginable radicals are being used: practical
Jokers are the roasters of my posters
Becoming coaster, I heat up my roll: toaster
The King and his men are dressed at his finest
I'm a Hip-Hop Salvador Dali: Timeless

[Chorus]
Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gonna take it
Weak-hearted, might have to break it

Working hard today and investing opportunity
Don't just want a piece: I want my whole destiny
Get started: revamp the motion
Please pardon my new promotion

Chapter IX

[Verse 1]
Middle school awkwardness, please let me author this
Pardon it, when it comes to romanticism I'm the martyr kid
Ask a girl, strike out. Ask a girl, strike out
Tears roll down, lights out. Pen down rhymes, mic clout
Never did I understand why they shy away from me
So I started illustrating poetry just to feel comforting
The stanzas turn to verses, it evolved into lyrics
All the while asking girls if they wanna wanna kick-kick it
Buck teeth, baggy jeans, persona wanna be gangster
Wanna be with someone else, but loneliness was my answer
You told me that girls at this age were immature
Didn't know what they want, were never ever very sure
Regardless of that fact, the odds against me stacked
Apples of my eye left me alone at the windows: mac
You told me someone would appreciate me later, didn't forget
Still, tell me this, are they are they there yet?

[Chorus] (Repeated)
Tell me, are they there yet?

[Verse 2]
Then I met a girl, the special one I thought for sure
For her, she had that X factor and made my heart stir
Shorty was a ten and every cliche in the books
She got my heart took, look, now she got a new fish on a hook
During the summer, sent messages back and forth: ping pong
Scribbling down tentative writtens for her: sing songs
Heard all her problems, stayed up with her and the stars
I thought by far out all the guys in her life I was up by par
But of course it never works that way, I didn't see her strings
On this chess board she had more moves and I was just a King
A court jester, a fool, all rolled into one neat package
But you brightened up the blackness, no way to match this
Even went mask-less and showed her my real face
Though I stayed in that friend zone, that's what I call Myspace
At so many times it seemed we were going to get together
Weathered through the worse storms waiting for it to get better
Experiencing angst, love, jealousy and rage for the first time
You got me to mic check, pen lines and started me to rhyme
You said you wasn't ready for me, girl, get a headcheck
I'm still wondering: are you are you there yet?

[Chorus] (Repeated)
Tell me, are you there yet?

[Verse 3]
My stance with women is a difficult and strange one
Many times I thought son was done and was looking for fun
But I got that commitment schedule agenda in my brain
Equipped with a persistent module that will not change
My head's in the clouds, my thoughts are in the sky
Getting carried away just to past the time: fly
Planning invisible plots in my head for fake girlfriends
Creating magical presents for no one: desolate Merlin
Hopeless with focus, and never a bogus romantic
Writing lyrics on paper airplanes: poetry in motion and other antics
Falling half in love with girls as they walk by
Swing their hips, no lie, my heart fried, girl let me testify!
Give me the green light lady, I'm always revving to go
This yellow boy will be mellow unless you want the red hots, oh!
I pass you line after line if you want: bar codes
Or I can speak on your presence divine with a choir sung slow
Give me time to think, in a blink, you wink, my heart sinks
You've got me tattooing words on my skin with Sharpie ink
Making me put in work like W=F of S
Express your stress to me, I'd like to less that mess
Be childish: Gambino. I'm a home-run: Bambino
What's the reason? I see no. I've the heart of a lion: Leo!
Stringing along words, but what is regret?
I'm uncertainty personified: tell me am I there yet?

[Chorus] (Repeated)
Tell me am I there yet?

[Outro] (Repeated)
Tell me, is anyone there yet?

It's All About Location!

[Verse 1]
I spit classical like Bach, Mozart and Beethoven
Never home alone: who's Macaulay Culkin?
Writing texts that last through the ages
I'm the Hawthorne of rap through my pages
Slaying vampires, ghouls, zombies and all sorts of haunts
I scroll across the world and whip chains: Belmont
Even if these ladd's use addition or Division
It still driven that I'm very gold: Jeremy Piven
Strong as an oak, but I respect the past and its ash
I'm the very best, try to take my path
This boy loves joy, and I bring in the noise
I leave out the funk, but add some dunks to the poise
Stepping in the scene, transforms to Woodstock
Far out, bars clout, I'm about that good talk
That should rock the bells and it rings true to thee
I foster parent these beats, that's just me
Never starting over, I hit the mike again: Posner
Then do it more proper and monster: Grover
Eating quakers for breakfast, getting nutrition
Bread and Ink is all I need for this mission
But I splurge on the verge for a delicatessen
So good it'll make an elephant have wings! Such a blessin'
I take it to the max, on the lam in the tram
I slam and bam to go improper of my surname: damn!
The rhymes from my hood mount and if I count
All the haters in the realm it would amount to doubt
So I scale the ranges, yeah, over nine thousand
Once I'm on top I make Fire on the Mountain
Then I pass through Hole Gates 007 style
See the aperture? This rapper sir travels all the miles
Just to see those Hollywood lights! Golly good sights!
But I'm climbing even higher, tally stood heights!
With a work ethic industrial, I'm indestructible
Green light, red light: my visual signal
I steal broadway even with burns on my side
Just to make my presence a little more dignified
With swift kicks I press fit and out class districts
Words mystic with underwater bars: fishsticks
Without cardinal sins, I'm quite linked in
At the drop of a pin, I summon and win: Merlin
Right about now laying down Marshall law
Just treat it like comma, please just pause
Conquering more land from here to Mississippi
This is my city and the roses are so pretty

That's the Ticket

I'm Gatsby that can rap b! Rhyming over track heat
A Dwight Shrute in Hip Hop, dropping mad beets
Picasso flow that I mastered in my basement
I'm rearranging the alphabet for optimal placement
Stacking ammunition from a literary position
I'm scribblin tactical plans and top secret missions
I'm more than a string of fists, multiply by nine
You'll see people waiting single file: THAT'S a punchline
At my place you Joe's twitter your thumbs
Composing paragraphs in seconds making you sound so dumb
I'm not a rapper, just an author in rhyming
With rhythmic meters and cadences for different timing
With a lotto flow, you love to take a chance on me
So calmly I bomb these policies to win this lottery
Must be in Portland because surrounded by bars
Hitting the jackpot: the winning numbers are...

3, 2, 1: let's go!