The BirthWrite

[Verse 1: RationaL]

Right on, pen that verse and than I write on
From the inside out shining the light on
Fashion the rhyme from the RationaL mind
Just sit back and unwind cause I’m back on the grind
Right on, yo, the right hand’s all over this
Writing’s on the wall man and y’all should be quoting it
The title track, some people say it’s sort of sick
Like, "The BirthWrite", where wack rappers get aborted quick
So get a grip on that tongue young buck
Pick your lips up, check where that slang came from
Straight out the womb with a music mind spewing rhymes
Like I was born to do this on some do or die
Mark my words down they birthed out loud
Here up North to down South, I turn a crowd out
Running this ink til’ my ballpoint tip dries out
Born live, from the inside out

Hook:
Now, we coming live from the inside out
We shining the light, nowhere to hide out
Labor to make it greater we taking the time now
It’s more to the mind, so it’s up to us to find out
We coming live from the inside out
Shining the light, nowhere to hide out
Labor to make it greater we taking the time now
There’s more to the mind, so it’s up to us to find out

[Verse 2: RationaL]

Fashion the rhyme, but this ain’t for Liz Claiborne
I been running from day one more like I’m Jason Bourne
A sworn enemy, since birth, man I play to win
March of 86’ it was on, let the games begin
Came from above, aiming for the upper hand
While my birthplace is like a Winter Wonderland
Thank you Mama for giving me them good looks
Now your baby boy got them girlies lined up
Don’t be mad I told you I was born to do this
Never heard me on your block? Just call me the new kid
I speak fluent, speak life with the native tongue
Never worthless, my words live over banging drums
Before they bring me out to bow for the curtain call
Stand and applaud my control of the birth y’all
Running this ink til’ my ballpoint tip dries out
Born live, from the inside out

Bridge:
Right on, pen that verse until that pen burst
Fashion the rhyme, spit facts from the RationaL mind
It’s mine, BirthWrite precise
In these times shed light cause it’s only right
Right on, pen that verse until that pen burst
Fashion the rhyme, spit facts from the RationaL mind
It’s mine, BirthWrite precise
In these times shed light cause it’s only right

Hook:
Now, we coming live from the inside out
Shining the light, nowhere to hide out
Labor to make it greater we taking the time now
It’s more to the mind, so; it’s up to us to find out