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so here I am
Propped up against my pillows again
Just an old guy just an old writer
With a yellow notebook
Something is walking across the
Floor toward

fresh on a salad base
She orders with a smile 

Is she a famous actor? 
A scientist or benefactor
With secrets to disclose? 
Writer or police detective

the beginning of leaving or the words that need to be said

I am between the pressure of the heart and the brain and it is really difficult

If you are a writer

the throne up at the top
Your boys will never flop not even with writer's block
Welcome to Statues where these Hip-Hop hits will never stop
The team is

the throne up at the top
Your boys will never flop not even with writer's block
Welcome to Statues where this Hip-Hop shit will never stop
The team is

and Lies, my Inner Voice, the Source
Now I stand a Truth-Writer, with a Pen that knows no Fear
Unraveling the Fabric, exposing what Lies you sear
I am

I am not a writer, don't call me a writer
Cause I can hardly write anything
Just because I splatter words on paper, and bangs some keys
Doesn't mean

Hip-Hop Saved My Life

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool

2007

and easy"
See: now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic
That click when it's

and drew a blank like I had writers block
Then my phone started ringing it said private block
Trying to decided if I'll decline or not
"Hello" I heard

com novo look
Tenho as funcionalidades que todo o povo curte
cs tuas chamadas não atento só tenho notebook
Vocês não querem a verdade, querem um novo

It's Been a Long Time

Rakim

The 18th Letter

1997

They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with

Yo Herc cut the lights

Bad writers could write a bestseller
And trend better, it don't mean that they pen better
For free I can tell you that they

They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
Critics and biters don't know where my source of light is
Still leave authors and writers with

you, the difference between writer's block and uninspired
Some of which are against ya and some are biased
Just understand there's a difference between

then you wear it
Matching T-shirt, hat, and gloves
Rip up pages after pages
Burn your notebooks full of trash
Claim the weights too much to carry
Hate

Drop It Doe Eyes

Los Campesinos!

Hold on Now, Youngster...

2008

writer's cramp"

Another dream about shapeshifting
Well, we move with such elegance, with such grace
With all our dignity just in place

Deer die with

My liquors dark
My soul numb to the swallow
Slurred words get hard to follow
Notebooks full but the worlds hollow
Idk
Pour up a shot while I roll up

Flourish
Like the opium trade in China 
Wine you and dine you in your mind not malls
Pop a writers block
Clock 
Only one crop can stop that Ak 
We'll follow

the masses, But we know most fake
I learned how to weed through the bullshit in my wrestling phase
Stuck in a daze
Scribbling in Notebooks, fucking up the way

the darkest mind
Now your heart's confined by the artist grind
You try to stop your motivation shook
Got writers block 'cause it's problems every place you

pockets fat

Due to folded notebook paper, I would write a lot 
Document my life on them lines let the pilot jot
Down whatever came to my mind, like that

Back in the day, I had a notebook with battle rhymes
Cause talent wise, I knew that I could handle mines
But family pressures had me divert my path

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the shit I've written rips into riddles
Filling the rhythm with the wisdom that can fry emcees son
My own ghost writer bites his lines off me (Uh)
Relish