Writer’s Block: SKILLZ & b3ba .mC. Collaboration
SKILLZ:
I think this verse is hot
But line number 2 gets flopped
Why can't I think straight
Why am I stuck,
why did I stop
Pen just drops,
feeling like I lost my notch
This sh*t is a crime so I called the cops
Said they would investigate who would scheme such a plot
But First they had 2 stop by the donut shop
I called B3BA MC to explain the crime
She said it happened 2 her as well cause she forgot her lines
Said she couldn't write at all,
its been like that for weeks
I don't understand being that we some dope Emcee'S
Writing and freestlying for us is just a breeze
But then I had asked her who exactly was HE
WRiters block she replied,
thats when I opened my eyes
I said I hate that motherf*cker,
he does this from time to time
HE out of line, blocking my thoughts,
blocking your versus
On the other line all I can hear Is B3Ba cursing
I think We should verse his versus
Cause I think this fool is worthless
But this time fool crossed the wrong person
Get the car ready,
I'll be by with the ammunition
besides all the cops will do is lock him up in a prison
But this time the rules are out and we looking for revenge
Writers block here we come and this battle is till death
B3ba .mC.:
Somethings not right,
Why the fuk is my paper still white?
Unknowable, unreadable black marks that my pen created,
Different letters and words that have become faded,
Been like this for at least an hour,
This paper is mockin me it has all the power,
Feels like my mind only wants distractions,
Can’t concentrate, only hesitate,
The more I think about it, the more I realize,
The real source keeping from droppin these rhymes,
Writers block bytch ass is in town again,
He likes to steal my topics now and again,
But this is the last time I’ll let him steal from my pen,
My phone is ringing,
Yo, who could it be?
It’s the S-K-I-double-LL-Z,
Had to explain to him about writers block,
Yo this man is fuming on the other side,
And we seeing eye to eye,
His rage is my rage, yo im down to ride,
I got the car ready, grabbed my guns,
Told him I’ll be there around 7,
You ready to have some fun,
Picked him up at the corner,
My man is lookin like he ready for war,
Yelling at me, telling me its time to even the score,
I’m like who better than us to defeat the writers block,
We approach slowly to the parking lot
Saw him here last time,
ruining the street poets natural good time,
SKILLZ went into stealth mode,
As I did the same, didn’t even see us coming up behind him with chains,
SKILLZ went crazy when he was in rage,
I finally had writers block face to face,
Told him this is the last time, he would ever keep me from
Writing my rhymes,
From blockin the fire me and SKILLZ have inside,
Rest in no grammatical peace,
Welcome back to lyrics that our souls will keep.
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