Wayword - Capes Lyrics

It was the March of O fifteen
When I put the quill to the parchment the first
Felt like my heart would've burst, if I didn't blow some steam, life couldn't go any lower
Or so it seemed at the time, so I wrote a sheet full of rhymes thinking hopefully
Maybe openly speaking about the shit, that'd rose to a fever pitch in my mind
Is the catharsis I'm seeking, art is the beacon of hope to me, but unknowingly I
Was sowing the seed for a dream that would take over me

The shoot is now a, plant it would fruit and flower
And over everything else in my life it soon would tower
I said screw the sour faces, I knew it's now or
Never, cuz victory is not for cowards who stoop and cower
I'm unbeatable, I'm feeling through the loop empowered
F*ck a producer, I'm brewing my own, to devour
I can move a mountain, I was in a stupor now
Intoxicated with my newly discovered superpower

You can imagine just how joyous and ecstatic
I was a mute in the past devoid of a voice now I had it
I've got a choice in my path, I'm
No more the stoic and the hapless
Victim who's cloistered and trapped
Inside of the oyster my parents fashioned
When back in the day, I was a boy and kidnapped
And like Soyuz on the pad
I was just poised to attack
Go make historic an impact
Cut through the noise and the static
Fly to the moon and come back, after I'd hoisted my flag

I'd gotten obsessed with the thought of wanting to be the best that I
Not even slept, pulling all nighters to master rap, like a
Zombie I stepped, into the class, waddle to the last bench
Sit nodding till I've nodded off, and plopped to the desk
I was awfully spent but f*ck the exhaustion I felt, till I'm at the target I've set I'm throwing all caution to wind
So while everybody else prepped for the next quarterly test I'd be trynna rhyme to perfection the next song in my list
I know illogical it's for a guy who constantly claims to not give a shit when alive 'bout what you thought of me that
The thought that haunts me relentlessly and prods me the best
To best myself is the thought of being forgotten in death
And I thought I could keep the songs separated from real life
To be honest I've never been more mistaken, I feel like
My fate has been sealed tight, the moment I signed the deal with the rap devil
So might as well put the pedal to metal

You better clear away
Before you get forced to
I'm taking back what's mine
And I'll take what's yours too
Don't wanna be around
When I reveal the plot
Sure I'm the underdog
But I am still a Rott

You better clear away
Before you get forced to
I'm taking back what's mine
And I'll take what's yours too
Don't wanna be around
When I reveal the plot
Sure I'm the underdog
But I am still a Rott

I used to sit and wonder, how did it come to
This point, I'm fuzzy, was it just last summer
That I was a newcomer in college, saw this stunner of a lass in the class
And I knew I was gonna become her someone
Maybe a friend, maybe a lover, maybe with a little luck, her
Significant other, but somewhere along the way I fumbled
Went from being her friend, to worst enemy, back to nothing

But you'll know what I thought, I'm no longer a locked folder
Bottled emotions overflowing like a popped soda
I'm spilling a lotta shit that I'm not 'posed to
Not selling my shares no I'm not a stockbroker
I've been knocked over but I won't be walked over
Every joint I rolled out, I got doper
F*ck if it's a tempest in a teapot, smoke her
I'm unleashing the dogs of war, come October

(Will you shut up?)
If I'ma be stitching these words together for the rest of my life, never to find, a drop of the recognition deserved
If a despicable scourge I am for inflicting this hurt
The ones who once meant the most to me burned by the friction I stirred
If I'm destined to serve life in this prison I worked to build with my
Wishes and yearnings and at night I twitch and I turn
If I come up short and I'm trumped in this mission I serve
You can bet your ass it won't be 'cuz I'm missing the courage

F*ck any bridges I burned
F*ck any bitches I turned against me it's necessary collateral which has occurred
And f*ck any bitches that are surprised at how vicious I turned and wishes I weren't
Reprisal, the only dish that I serve
And it's a dish that is served
Hot so I'm braising this pot with the flames in my heart
Get a mouthful when I'm dishing the dirt
You can see the embers blaze in my eye
Middle fingers raised to the sky, no remorse
Any semblance of contrition I purged

Gun's steady
Anyone who wants to play with the hunter better come ready
He's stopping to savor the blood of his game when he pump lead he
Don't Pop for the Paper, better not mistake it for confetti
Used to be the funny sunny but the sun's setting
The tone in this whole town
But a year and a half later, I sit here alone penning this poem down
Looking back at the storm that I rode out, there's no doubt that I sold out
I'm at the end of the road now, so...