heres a song i did called "Release Date"...
i guess i'ma perfectionist/ u dont know how stressed i get/ stressin over every line tryin to perfect every spec of it/ i start stressin over the effectiveness, i guess i'm meticulous, but i want everything i spit to be the best shit i ever spit/ going in the booth is like talking to a therapist/ i just want respect in the game, but maybe thats too much to expect from the record biz/ if i put the record out everybody'll start disecting it, like we wasnt expecting this!/ we was expectin something more menacing, something more malevolent/ this shit is wack, it aint even worth bootleggin it!/
(chorus)
whens the album coming out?/ we been waiting for a minute whats the constant delay of the album all about?/ if the album keeps getting pushed back/ everybody'll be like "yo can that dude rap?"/ if it ever does come out u know its gonna do bad/
u really dont think my rhymes hot?/ i guess not, thats why u erased me from ur ipod/ ur like my god! thats the record i copped in front of that ihop/ he said it was dope, so i was like what the hell, why not?/ so i gave him a five spot, i went home listened to it and said this aint what i want/ this aint no hot shit i wanted something i could bop with/ that shit was garbage/ he thinking he hard like he suffered through hardships/ like he aint nothin to start with/ he swears he got the hot songs to get to the top of the charts with/ but hes wack he dont deserve to be called an artist/
i put my soul in my rhymes everytime i pick a pen up/ i aint even release the first record and they waitin for the next one. its hard to argue with the public/ when they say i'm the most honest artist, i love it/ for an artist, the hardest part is the budget/ u only have a certain amount to make the record the largest in the country/ but i dont get mad when it dont get the most support or coverage/ i just keep writing more songs cause thats the best part of it/ when my record hits the store/ everybody will be expectin all these flaws/ they all expect me to fall/ off, but no matter what i always bounce back like a volley ball/ and i'ma count stacks in front of all ya'll/ everybody know the release date is never definite/ but when my cd comes out ya'll better get my shit!/
thats it let me know what u think...