Intro
Sample: Jacques Lacan

Verse 1
Put the mic on, lights, camera, action
By pass the time lapse when I write songs
Arrival of a scriptured prophet
Whole crowd going, his Kodak moment is picture perfect

Grace the pad, trading raps for pain disclosure
Raging nights, no ray of light but i gained exposure
Hit the canvas, increasing standards to shade my opus
Clearer picture emerges when you laser focused

Of course, my train of thought was reposing amateurs
Lights at end of tunnel, disclosing the Aperture
Make the chosen cower, made vows, never broken ours
Every silver lining is preceded by a golden hour

Sample
Charles Bukowski talking

Verse 2
Take the time for the emergence of a great design
Peep the elegance when I grace the line
Take the game to greater heights was the frame of mind
Aim vicious, to paint pictures, that's the aim of rhyme

They critiqued the style, grace was imperative
I dream in color, vibrance ingrained in messages
A clearer image will reverse the narratives
Pacing sharp, embraced the dark to change the negatives

Real eyes realize contrasted opposites
A depth of field distinguishes layered composite
Lift your hopes with a quote that sounds decent
Different strokes for different folks, painting comes out different

They tried to censor cos they think I'm soft
Things ain't what they seem until the filters off
Truth must be told before grace is granted
To shade the portrait right in broad daylight, make sure your take is candid

Verse 3
Canon aim in dynamic range with quick precision
Reduce squares, crop every frame in my field of vision.
When I'm gathering rands, swing like battering ram
Tough guy, you a small fry, a flash in the pan

You in free fall, squeezed jaw with a cross face
The piece for each paws of big dogs in street wars, lost faith
Still I'm packing, finger cracking, continuous shots for all frames, let me adjudicate the burst rate
Shooters with macs in Benzes, calm and primed with lenses
One move, we flashing like motion cameras with heightened senses