Mr. Woodstock Freestyle

(album: How To Make A Mod Sun - 2010)

Its hippy hop, Mr. Forever woodstock, still no girlfriend. All that, yeah, all that.
So, so fluently describe the un-explainable
Extend my arms to reach the unattainable,
I'm in my artist zone, yeah I'm fucking different
22 years old, rap for a fucking living
Saw it coming and greeted it with open arms,
Now I'm notable & quotable, they need more,
They tell me that I'm real, say I prevoke thought,
I say I know what I is, now what do you got?
Real add value, got something to offer,
Just find your forte and get to working fella,
Keep persuing it, and be the best that don't don't bother,
There's no such thing as hard, some shit just take longer.

Yeah my uncle said that he always had my back,
Said you can have it all as long as you deserve what you get,
Take nothing for granted [?]
Yeaaah, and man its crazy how I got here,
I was playing drums this time last year,
Going state to state with Four Letter Lie,
Smoke another j' Rolla thats my fucking guy.

We on the road like pavement is,
Mikey said just rap, and I'mma handle all the biz,
I promise that I'm gonna inspire these kids,
Beanie said its chill, and I'mma handle all the chicks.
Wow, I'm doing everything I wanna do, true.
And on the top holds the best view, phew,
Past tense, you think I'm incorrect?
You can be right NOW, I'mma be the last LEFT.

Haha, make a Mod Sun!