It’s been said before in order to be Succesful You gotta wrestle and face ya demons no matter how stressful Now a days my demons come out so often Try to soften my frame of mind, place it in a coffin Insecurity locks it tight, can I blaze might? This ain’t a phase fight, I’m worried if this shit ever pays right Complusive with rhymes cause they never finished Try to tighten every flow, with the meaning undiminished that’s the reason why the Absense Syndrome is perpetual Juxtaposed to mine, other flows are homosexual Less is unacceptable, I give it my heart Caressing my rhymes slowly, quickly ripping them apart I have this other habit, heavy self criticisms My catechism’s methods splitting fire into prisims I’ll conquer my faults, and to be quite honest Any hate you spit at me, will quickly turn into nonsense Chorus : 1st line of couplet reverbed, Distorted and pitch ratio 119 Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic I turn my weaknesses into many pieces of spite So then you hatin? Yo man that ain’t alright I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic When I write I ensure that they always flow tight Polite Perfectionsim always to they delight Yeah…I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite. (My) Old identity’s dead, all the style he employs I’ve grown in terms of hiphop, simply no more white noyz Back to my defects, still caught between decks No longer surround myself with losers and rejects If your satisfied with your position in life And your ambition is to maintain condition in strife Then you can only hinder my progression of mind Is Fault number 4, I can’t leave obsession behind I call it determination, when another man can’t Repeat my goals daily, and always try to enchant My audience, in the end its only them and you Trust me, if you come fake, they will see right through. I turn failure from before into gains setting president My brains quick wit turns into pains for the hesitant. End of Story, lights out, ya day is done Eating MC’s like the Barbaque buffet’s begun. Chorus : 1st line of couplet reverbed, Distorted and pitch ratio 119 Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic My verses contrived correctly always sure to excite Venting ya issues and problems, shit’s outta sight I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic Professional quick wit, never leaves me contrite Polite Perfectionsim always to they delight Yeah…I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite. I’ve laid out daily struggles and most my beliefs forms extensive collections of verbal motifs I know my words lock in hitting their targets And silence any suckers bullshiting to start shit I’ll quit my current job when this pays the bills Until then I’ll be working to amaze with skills bare witness to now, bobbing to percussion Hate or love my hits, this is the end of discussion I got the passion of Christ, the strength of the Euphrates Coupled Couplets have iced the fucking hell out of hades And Ladies, sorry, most have lost their chance Romance is too much work, guess I’ll never advance Last problem, I still can’t take my own advice Precisely why, no form of success will suffice constant hunger continues to push me to strive To be the hardest hitting only the strong surive. Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic In low doses my words still may overexcite can’t become a sensation all overnight I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite Yo Absense, why you never weak on the mic They don’t beat round the bush, they always forthright Polite Perfectionsim always to they delight Yeah…I incite and ignite worded weapons when I recite.

Every day starts the same , 8 oclock I arise, wipe my eyes Getting ready for work, prepping my demise Put on my black slacks, sift through my ties Rush out the door, to the train for the job I despise. Jump on the packed train, surrounded by tools Dressed in suits, reading the paper I hate these fools For the length of my commute, I try to dodge spilt coffee And people’s stray elbows, bitch get off me. There’s a train right behind us, no need to pack And who forgot their right guard this morning this shit is whack religion is irrelevant . your stench is lit I’m sure your worship don’t ask you to smell like shit I sit or stand there, watching the stations pass “doors opening” thank Christ my stop at last. Never fails, the second my feet hits concrete assholes hand me flyers, now my commute is complete Sorry man, that’s messed up, but I gots no time 5 blocks to the office, damn its almost nine I walk up to the office door, fakely greet security Adam Troy,business man bitch, you heard of me. The daily grind, plaguing your mind your in a bind Days are like de-ja-vu, your life’s confined Aligned with corperate life, no matter what’s assigned You’re guaranteed to start every morning, 2 days behind Try to balance a social life, your job’s designed To take up every waking hour, your healths declined Ya idea of having life needs to be refined Stress peaks, you lose sleep, the daily grind. Fire up the PC, 60 email messages 16 voice mails, all forms of doomed presages that the day will suck more life out of mine need to prepare this presentation, shit I’m out of time. Sprint to the conference room, meeting 1 of 6 Where idiots sit pondering the story my graph depicts they don’t like the facts, so of course my hard work sucks 4th time this week. I’ma Bout to go berserk, nuts. instead I calmly take their constructive feedback Dreaming about rum and a seductive weedsack That will make me forget I’m just a slave Working for these post prima donnas cradle to the grave Have you ever noticed, suits ties white ‘n blue shirts They can’t take the bad news, sorry the truth hurts Competition is crushing, our revenues are hit those stock options you hold ain’t gonna be worth shit luckily for me, vested interest is zero this work horse you shit on is now a hero CEO’s are fired, employes screwed remain it’s nice Sometimes at the low end of the food chain The daily grind, plaguing your mind your in a bind Days are like de-ja-vu, your life’s confined Aligned with corperate life, no matter what’s assigned You’re guaranteed to start every morning, 2 days behind Try to balance a social life, your job’s designed To take up every waking hour, your healths declined Ya idea of having life needs to be refined Stress peaks, you lose sleep, the daily grind.

It’s been a long time since an MC has released a track To send chills southwest to the northeast, in fact I question whether MC’s have ever came As dope or as ill or as tight in whatever game They claim to spitting the heat unrelentin No rhyme flows more complete representin Exactly how one man feels about the state of his own life, his ideals without debate want a finder’s fee for me there’s no faster find But despite what you might’ve heard I’m a mastermind Jealousy woes from those soured creators Those sucker mother fuckers, those cowards be haters Bitching and complaining about the lack of respect They avoid real topics, real rhymes they neglect To mention me when there claiming to be better than best You can’t handle a candle to me fully expressed Up until now, my skill set’s been slightly repressed Time to send realism southeast to the southwest NorthWest to the Northeast, it’s hard to contest there’s no iller MC than me fully expressed my apperance, my drinking habit that shit I detest my other aspects of life, I admit I’m depressed only confidence from the rap skill I’ve been blessed there’s still no iller MC than me fully expressed Now you might say, my arrogance is impressive My defense is, my sense is aggressive My awareness of all that surrounds me all fairness, its only myself that astounds me gradutated from HighSchool at the top of my class Went to College, and fell flat on my ass grades slipped fast from the lack of attendance and my utter abuse of the interdependence Between drugs and sex, my studies and courses wasn’t all me, all my buddies were sources Of distraction, I fell into the pressure Don’t remember ya college , well here’s a refresser Wake up to a bong hit, skip all comittments Shots of Jaggermiester, then come and sniff this All the while, I was getting deeper in debt But Honed my skills as a rapper, ain’t found one better yet Up until now, my skill set’s been slightly repressed Time to send realism southeast to the southwest NorthWest to the Northeast, it’s hard to contest there’s no iller MC than me fully expressed my apperance, my drinking habit that shit I detest my other aspects of life, I admit I’m depressed only confidence from the rap skills I’ve been blessed there’s still no iller MC than me fully expressed About 4 years ago I dropped Random Hate Crimes Song was a quarter expressed lightweight Rhymes Talking Random shit about the heads that I hate Caused by lack of sedation from the meds I don’t take Shortly after I produced a real song from the heart And introduced you to how my right and wrong fell apart Left Behind was getting closer to be amply stated Half expressed, still distressed, I was still underrated I came at you with Hot Shit, had to take a step back. It was slot sit, I needed more purpose in rap The track White People, hate spite centered at race. But still mal-treated like I never entered the place Worded Weapons flexed lyrical skills along with Square Rap. My Dance was a sell out, but still had to tear that Rip it apart while people get on the dance floor and snap anybody steps to me to advance more still lyrical actrobatics yet to be released Like my track with Mathmatics was scratch, it ceased To get me on the map or at least render some buzz I’m a contender in this game and won’t surrender because My word is my bond, and I have to deplore Disagreement that every track is better than the one before So I leave with this, I’m through with repression Obtaining full expression to you is my only obsession