Jon the Journalist - Among the Stars Lyrics

I'm grinding
Do what i say like I'm Simon
Reminded em that I'm declining the money to say what i want like a tyrant
Delivering raps on consignment, the flow and the wit in alignment
Stay out of my lane like a siren is blaring and lights are flashing behind you
I rhyme with a purpose, in time it will surface
These radio rappers are rhyming but nervous
Cus corporate execs, keep them in check
Controlling what goes in their verses, not me
I say what i want and spit like a furnace
Only real cat in the kitchen, its perfect
Serpents are lurking
And nobodies searching for natural talent who rips like a surgeon
It's me, call me Doc, am i falling, not
I'm on the rise like alarm clocks
Dangerous like an armed Pac in a dark spot, leave your heart stopped
I'm a nice guy really like half baked, but fully wake to this rap game
And just last week dusted off the mic, put the pen and the pad in my lap again
These mumble raps and face tats make me stumble back and face the facts
That stuffs done changed, got enraged
Until the homie Ochoa said it's a new lane
So i hit the exit, started flexing, became over proud like elder Texan
Started writing raps again to perplex them
I dare one of you mumble rappers to test it
When you're among the stars
You start living that life
Conform the bars
Wouldn't know about it because I stay at arms length
This keeps me out of harms way yeah
This all goes back to a boy with a dream
Now a man with a plan to clear the smoke screens
Mic stand in my hand to raise the whole team
And I plan to dismantle everyone's dreams, Freddy
I'm more than ready with a scope so steady and bars so heavy
They'll dwarf a Chevy, hurricane flow man, broke the levies
New bread, like i open delis
But forget what they tell me, I'm rapping until we
On top of the billboards from making this jelly
The jams that were selling, successfully failing
But nothing will stop the continued rebelling
I'll live on my soap box, until all the yelling
Breaks through to the few with the power to sell me
This life isn't healthy, excelling, but dwelling
On thoughts of what if it could happen to me...
To hell with it, God dealt this hand so i dealt with it
Unsuited two seven, all in, got to bluff sometimes in life to win
I'm confident with my confidence, about to blow up, that's common sense
Genghis Khan with my dominance, except there ain't no stopping this
Hip hop is this, this is me, down by two, I miss the three
My attitude, is care free, your attitude is care about me
Because narrowly, I'm making that noise like a parakeet
But scarcely, make that bread, apparently, nobody does it like Sara Lee
But forget that, I'll bust back with raps so bad, MC couldn't touch that
Or so bad, MJ would be thrilled with my come back
Humped back, because the weight is great
Took two years, but the wait is great
The pain has faded, the hunger tainted
Because like hungry hippo i ate and ate and ate and ate
But back on my grind like missing gears
The missions clear, with these words slowly change your thoughts like sipping beer
So listen here, as you disappear
I remain the same, hate me or love me
Hit me or hug me, pick me up or shove me, I'll be living in my world
Picturing bob ross painting the clouds the above me