Lyrics Champion Pen Game - Dr Bigf MC

From the start they declared him a champion
It came to pass they were scarily accurate
Got his first glimpse of music when he was six
Listening to dusty cassette tapes with a hiss
It was love at first listen
That's when he had his first vision
Picked up a mic first time when he was nine
School performance cut short so he didn't get to rhyme
Never mind
Better luck next time
Still inclined
Making up fresh rhymes
Open mic nights
Just a cocky upstarter upstarting
Expecting applause
The audience were just laughing
They laughed him off the stage
But he stayed brave
Came back another day
Wrote his thoughts on a pad
He had alot to say
He maintained despite his young age
Erase mistakes and do them all over again
That's why he always wrote with a pencil not a pen
Spent years on his craft and wits
Peep how he spits
He's too dope for the charts
The kid's freestyle equipped

Head full of rhymes and a heart full of dreams
Rhymes in his head and the mic in his grip
Rhymes were his life his whole life was a scheme
Champion pen game and freestyle equipped
Head full of rhymes and a heart full of dreams
Rhymes in his head and the mic in his grip
Rhymes were his life his whole life was a scheme
Champion pen game and freestyle equipped

Single track mind of the nervous kind
Always stuck trying to think of words to rhyme
Discarded note books of rhymes on the kitchen floor
Perfectionist at spitting raw but he wanted more
The beats were never loud enough
He'd fill a note book with bars
Then discard them
Because they weren't profound enough
The music industry's a beast
How can you eat
When your fans all believe
That their music should be free
He knows he can rhyme any place any time
Probably will never sign on that great dotted line
Wouldn't wanna rock the boat or shake the table
Trapped in a shifty contract until he hates the label
Well fame's overrated anyway
Give him peace of mind and anonymity anyday
Could care less if they play this on the radio
This rap is just a hobby he's got another day j.o.b
Yet he'd love to be a part of
A show
Get the crowd moving like a smart watch
Sometimes less is more
Yes Lord
Sometimes you need to fall back
Play your position like a chessboard
He saw his idols falling off their pedastals
It plain sucked
Only one way to go from the pinnacle
It ain't up
What's popular these days is largely gimmicks
Largely gimmicky sounds the same Largely mimicry
But just like him
There's other mic centred spitters spitting
Still writing
Bringing to life all their inner visions
Make a beat then rhyme
High on his own supply
Never overdoses
Music is not his only focus
Not rapping on these joints about catching felonies
Lyrics are on point without catchy melodies
He's got an inner star within
Blessed with friends family
A wife and kids he could be a superstar to them
Tries his best to be a star to them
Music will always be a part of him
No argument

Head full of rhymes and a heart full of dreams
The rhymes in his head and the mic in his grip
Rhymes were his life his whole life was a scheme
Champion pen game and freestyle equipped

Ready Steady Cook
Like Walter White and Jesse Pinkman
With an Inkpen