2 Steps Forward by B.Reith

How the Story Ends - Deluxe by B.Reith

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2 Steps Forward
by B.Reith

Album: How the Story Ends - Deluxe

I take two steps forward, five steps back
Lately I been lazy like the way Mase rap,
or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't be comin' in

No excuses I'm learnin' how to lose
'cause that's the only way to fine tune
and make improvements
Critics keep on chippin in their two cents
but they get their record for free
Shoot, nowadays music's like sewage
Nasty and polluted,
over-saturated I don't want nothin' to do with it
So when they ask me who my influence is,
I go back to the nineties and tell 'em Brand Nubian
Gave radio a shot but got fooled again
All it is is a bunch of hootin' hollerin' hooligans
Cryin' like babies, actin' like they two again
Pardon my rudeness but ya ruin my mood
I dont just do this for food there's more to it than the music
So i gotta be intuitive to use this
Gift
It's like fluid when it oozes
But writer's block will gridlock and leave ya clueless
My ambition's to use it not abuse it. Me without grooves is like mechanics without they toolkits.

Can't work without my tools, man.

Yup
I take two steps forward, five steps back
Lately I been lazy like the way Mase rap,
or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't be comin' in

Industry tried to play me, left me with some bruises
Musta thought I was stupider than the three stooges
they tried to hang me i slipped outta they nooses
So I pulled a Chris Brown, I'm throwin' up my deuces
Downsized like rice to cous-cous
Spit that lightweight bulletproof truth in the booth
Cooped up for months, tryna spit fire they can ride to
Pull up to that drive-thru
Tell 'em it's that new B. Reith
True, can I really get more clear?
Make it boom so hard shake that rear view mirror
Musta got car speakers like the ones i own
Had to pan it to the left cause the right one was blown,
You ridin' on chrome? I was ridin' on plastic
two of them were cracked cause i hit a curb distracted
Yeah, it aint no big deal,
May not have a nice whip but I still got whip appeal

I take two steps forward, five steps back
Lately I been lazy like the way Mase rap,
or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing
Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't be comin' in

All right, all right, I write raps for a livin'
Perhaps I've been given
a gift that is envied by mathematicians.
But are that different? We both work in labs,
While they dissect formulas, I dissect rhythms
But I don't get paid much and that'll keep you humble son
Radio wont play me much, that's causin' me trouble some
People wanna nay-say, play me like a dummy-dumb
Tried to shut me down, so I Dikembe Mutumbo'ed them.
Back hand it right back at 'em like Wimbledon
That's for tryna tell me what I shouldn't have or should've done
Anyway my time, it will come
I can smell it from a mile away, like cinnabon.