Stream Of Competence (featuring DJ Pumpin Pete)

LYRICS: What’s the greatest moment you ever had in your life? And what’s the possibility you could experience it twice? And would that suffice? Fine line between passion and vice I fight for what’s right, come with the compassion of christ Ain’t asking the price, you can dim the lights, it’s a heist And taking nearly everything that’s in sight, except advice So roll the dice, or think twice, and heed a word from the wise And while I’m speaking, I hope you realize The length’s I’m willing to go’s about….as wide as the skies That not a surprise, at least not to me, I’m self-aware How could I read the room when there’s nobody here? I just listen to the whispers in the winds, and begin To write the words down, once they start making sense And if that time never comes, I may have to relent Or maybe still choose to write em down, then try to convince The people to listen anyway, in my defense Coded messages, I sneak em in, like toxins through vents Undetected, that’s a method of a suspending suspense If it’s a wash, then it’s he who repeats, who repents I think a lot about the words that I use Carefully choose, selecting each emotional hue An ocean of choices…so, what I’m trying to do is tap into my subconscious for responses to my thoughts and my views Erase self-doubt, that the fodder of fools Impossible to lose, cause I base my wins on my moves Not reactions from the people, don’t got nothing to prove Rather rugged or smooth or combination therein I’ve been a rhyme barbarian since the days of the pen And wide-ruled, eyes glued to the pages to think Its alchemy, comparably, changing thoughts into ink I’m often on the brink of how much I can take So I use writing as a tool, to trace the steps that I make There are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned to replace The bad decisions in our rear view but, it’s not a race Yet, in any case, time is of essence, so is our fate I turn words into actions, turn a phrase to phase Back in the days, AMC was simply trying to amaze But 7-3-21 isn’t a slave to praise Still I’m human, so I’m longing for a need to connect With those like-mind but I find ‘em very hard to detect When selfishness is soaked in bliss and weighs more respect But I was told, ‘The world is yours’, so I’m just trying to collect.