Emceeing

When there is no one to turn to but the turntable
I preach through lyrics just because I’m able
Keeping balance, trying to be stable
At tough times, people maintain distance
And through rhymes I maintain existence

So There I go, unfolding emotions on paper to gain
Fold them back together to create my paper plane
Inspired by every message hiphop contains
Influenced by the smaller and the bigger names
An easy way to cure the big and smaller pains
Keep it moving, energize the soultrain
Can’t let my music go into vain...
Earplugs don’t make you deaf all the time
It may open your ears if you listen to the layers of rhyme

So that’s why my words fly,
Throw them into the sky
That it may end up where others lie
That it may make some realize
Our mind is our conscience, made for revise
Give it shape and make your own designs

So call me, emcee
Speak free, philosophy
Show love, affinity
While words, shape me..


‘’..when you go through your most frustrating time in life,
you realize that when you can find nobody else to speak to,
you can speak trough the music
Help other people trough your pain, your struggle, your passion,
what you live or die for, your values in life
Music is the voice of every being in the universe the platform providing a force to communicate when all else fails...”

‘’Busta rhymes’’