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

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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.

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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.