No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC’s I eat up
Ooh ooh, it’s never enough
You don’t have to be a rap star to know that feeling. (If I predicted Eminem’s death every day for the next year, how many False Negatives would I get?)
My own personal hater is always demanding more battles to go in and win.
That personal hater’d be me.
But there’s something else. Eminem doesn’t say it directly, and he shouldn’t, but there’s another thing driving him that ain’t the haters.
I may be a little too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
Cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I’m goin too fast cuz my mind is racing
Today I woke up before 7, even though I went to sleep just after midnight and it’s a Saturday and I was looking forward to sleeping in.
My mind is racing.
Thinking about colors, shapes, floating and crashing, and there’s nothing I care about but creating something.
I got up.
And even though my day got eaten by all the magazines on my nuts – cleaning the kitchen and finishing a book and cooking lunch and returning a defective lamp to Home Depot and schlepping home from Atlanta and studying data analysis and now writing this blog – that thing is still there and NOW I am gonna spin some rhymes with those colors.
Day 131 is another day in 2015. But I’m just showing the shield.