No explanation ever needed for all of this,
See I been rapping to this music since I was about 6,
Started off in poetry, spoken words of mine,
Looking for a door to open and a rock to climb,
At the bottom to the top there's no other way,
Living life a little poor I had to find escape,
synthesized if brain waves rhymthically to the beat,
I had to grab a piece of paper now its time to teach,'
I taught the records I recorded feelings of my soul,
Listen to my life events gradually unfold,
Its kind of funny how in your life you can get burned,
5years later you realize you took the wrong turn,
Cul De Sac, dead end so you turn around,
Only to cross the same paths that bounded you down,
Who am I a woman with a unrated flick,
My first My middle and my last name is MUSIC

Hook:

V2: Now you cant see past the presence vision all a blur,
its dejavu or its karma with a guided tour,
Its all too real cant seem to escape non of this,
in my room its spinning closet full of bones
I hear the host say welcome to the zone
woke up realize had to make my own rules
in order to gain I had to use my talent resourceful tool
I dont have it all plan sometimes im stuck
like a volcano, im lava ready to erupt,
in my lyrics credicts tend to say im corrupt,
Its all good I dont care its a steady pace
money is my cluster chocalate and I love the taste
like a fishing rod my talent be the dollar bait,
i throw out my line, I reel it in, I compensate,
Memories based on the past from way back then
When I realize music was my friend

Hook:

V3: You apart of me, embedded seed I know
got anxious and to wise had to let you grow
got to big for myself so I let you go
started off from underground had to meet the world
it didnt mean that i didnt care or love you so
you the one that got me through the rough times
and in my lime light you the one that let me shine
even now i have to recognise you in my prime
cause through it all you my P.I.C partner in crime
you a drug im addicted to you im a addict
like a stalker i have to have yoy faithful fanatic
when im dying in this game we call a rap sport
you my oxygen, my cables and my life support,
you my pimp i get out on the streets and work
my performance is grade A at all the concerts.
M U S I C see I put you first!