Verse 1
This is where I go to school
Kind of crazy ain't it?
The first time I saw this studio I almost fainted
I could contemplate, how I had barely made it
From my Late Registration now I'm facing Graduation
and I ain't stression this recession, if it leads to a depression
it won't be in my mind. I'll be fine as long as I'm
surviving off of beats and rhyming
I don't mind surviving off of eating Ramen.
Cause where I'm standing, right now is the best time to be grinding.
Cause ain't nobody signing, so ain't nobody shining
No more dreams of going diamond and spitting that fly talk
Dudes acting like they street when they barely sidewalk.
My best friend said that music comes from someone in transition
so I'm shifting from pessimism to something uplifting.
So if you love something that is art of rhyme, with the skill
Then you will recognize when you see this's really real
See my peoples always mention that the industry is missing
Something, hunting someone coming with a mission.
Not to mention an inch of skill,
if that's how you feel
My name is Nyle that's how you let the beat build.

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Verse 2
Let the beat build from the cornerstone
Or call me stud when I'm of the dome.
Get screwed like a wall when I nail these poems
Your on top but you never flow (mess up)
On top like a steeple
Take it back like the repo, he know I fly like an ego from here to heathrow
ain't no equal when it comes to my ego
I want a piece of the pie,
but there's a whole line ahead of me.
Artists so hungry, pride's eaten their integrity
and their ambitions twisted up in their creative vision
so though I crave ya'll to listen, I ain't starved for attention
Ain't no honorable mentions, making winning look easy
With these locks I'm looking like the light skin weezy
Muthaf**** I'm ill, call me unagi
Wild out like Amy Winehouse and Paparatzi
and blow. Like Cocaine. No! Blow like Propane
Once ya'll know my name I'm a blow the whole game.
Wait, hold up. I roll with dames that put hair on your chest like bodywash rogaine.
And I don't need no sample
Here's a girl with a banjo,
From the first bar you could see that I'm a star
I make ya'll wish hard like return of Jafar
and make ya'll all see what if feel like to be in awe.
Aww!!!

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