This Close by TopShit published on 2012/03/09 23:04:53 +0000 "First of all i don't like the lyrics de tus cancions, asi tan (of your songs that are so) aggresive. You're using a lot of bad languages, i don't like that anymore. You need to write songs que son (That are) songs. no nomas puro cochinero (not just trash). I don't want you to be telling your whole life all the time, all the time, all the time. They don't wanna be listening to that all day long. Focus mas en la vida (more on life), real life...aqui (here and now)" I was this close, merely a couple inches/ from trashing every dream and tearing up all my wishes/ the lighter in my left hand, the paper in my right/ i would only spit saliva, never once again a rhyme/ i would find another way to fucking cope with all my issues/ maybe fall to coke spinkle it inside my swishers/ and rot the tissue that stays in it's place inside my cranium/ i just wanted the plays to match the effort in making em/ talking about my songs, thoroughly thought raps/ not since asian slave labors has anyone worked harder on tracks/ ha, yeah i bet you didn't get it/ i bet you anything i hardly have ur full attention/ cuz you only want the type of music suited for the clubs/ so my style makes me look like a caveman with his club/ but fuck it im old fashion/ a man with no fashion/ cuz i missed the memo saying ur clothes resembles ur rapping/ people looking at me like i'm 'sposed to spit chicano rap/ but i got the underground on my back like it was a spinal tap/ treat it like a peer edit, tell me where the title's at/ cuz every track i been on, i run it like it's my final lap/ awhile back i was rapping with my cousin/ barely any older, and i put him under nothin/ cuz i seen him as a role model, fucker taught me everything/ but sooner or later i guess we all grow up eventually/ and i aint mad, i see him as a man now/ but it made me think maybe i should start to back down/ put this to the side and study paralegal/ lose my creativity and be part of the sheeple/ cuz the people and the artist into old school hate me/ and i dont have the image or the music for the mainstream/ im caught in the median because of the way i sound/ my songs are too deep, no wonder im underground/ i can rap on instrumentals i do with no biggie/ but i wrap the taught around of failure and it kinda gets me/ cuz i put so much effort in my music for you to check it/ and lately i've been thinking that God may be dyslexic/ cuz i asked him to one day put me on BET/ instead i lost my job now i'm put on EBT/ i got into an accident and i just fucking lost it/ i've honestly been patient but fuck im getting exhausted/ But fuck it just watch me rise from the ashes like i'm a phoenix/ cuz im tired of always being on the fence like mr. Feeny/ cuz im really just here to make these wannabe's wanna poof/ the aftermath will be shady, and i'll be the living Proof/ that you dont gotta be a pistol packing kind of dude/ you just gotta have the passion and only speak of the truth/ TopOfDaDeck's making moves, but i'll leave the info disclosed/ how could i fucking quit when im finally This Close.