Tabula Rasa - Wasiu

Sometimes I get that writer’s block- Fack… that incredible fire stops

Tires lock, ahhh, feel like my entire cock is solid rock

And I’m tryna piss, I’m kinda pissed I got 96… Missed calls

My manager say where ‘em tracks you been at ‘em for a minute

Ima have em when I’m finished

Quit harassing, Ima get it

I’m busy nigga, gotta work, 'cause this rap don’t pay tuition

I’m trippin, 'cause we all know this nigga Lysick lazy bastard with the spittin

I’m splitting gon catch the bus maybe something to fill my brain with

Possibly them crack heads or bitches with the face lifts

Maybe I’ll blow up with the help of Mrs. fake tits

Pull a silly con in search of inspiration

Patience, virtuous

But waiting, superfluous

To making, the perfect steps to greatness, I’m sure what’s left to make it… is

still

There… Can’t front like it ain’t… Fading

Definitely won’t help, with all these fucking blank pages…

Alright?

My mind is the blankest slate, oh no can’t paint the page

I guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa

Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa

Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa

Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa

I’m shadow boxing with my inner me

I may weather the storm, but drained my energy

It’s like I slit my throat with broken mirrors mentally

I’m the only one I see who is my enemy

Let it be known

I think too much, but do too little

I drink too much, but spit few singles

I’m riddled with… doubt and anxiety

Depression and anti-sobriety

My mind it be, screaming while my mouth move silently

My mind is the blankest slate, oh no can’t paint the page

Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

I- I- Can’t fill the paper

Rappers are supposed to say words

The verbal painter who’s all outta paint

It’s ironic the problem’s I’m drawing a blank

Blank stares at the blank sheet

It ain’t fair yo this can’t be

Man I swear that this ain’t me

And suddenly the torch is lit- I feel a flare where the flame be

Nigga straight fire spitting… from a place where the lions grimace

You bout to witness the rise to riches

Keep my eyes on the prize, see the light in vision

Left the doubters in the dark making right decisions

I mean sometimes there just be too much inside to spit it

And you tired you won’t put up a fight you finish

I’m reminded of my people and my pride replenish

Realize I just owe it to they lives to kill it

My mind is the blankest slate, oh no, can’t paint the page

I guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa

Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today

Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa?