Daniel Young Aka Muph - Booger Stew lyrics

I wanna hear ya flows not excuses, stop picking ya nose Leave them alone, let the boogers grow And show ya skills on a product Soon enough ya whole nose will erupt Blood will spill cause ya picked to much Mc's could bring out some lush stuff However when I ask there's always a but I've almost finished however I completed one track but I wanna make it better Will ya ever proceed on to a new stage, or platform Torn between a world of dissatisfaction and perfection Value things in there time and step with progression The lesson is yet to be learnt Ya feel ya worked a long day Not that hard but have earnt the right to pick a crusty Ya want ya tracks to sound a little more busty Ballsy, but what ever you do they'll always seem rusty Trust me you've caught the bug of self criticism No longer will you be giving Instead living a life in the booga stew With such little time in our life It seems to be racing While we bring tracks with impact by the stacks Ya wasting the time on a few far and wide If only you applied a side of you willing to move forth On a course to produce at a rapid rate, migrating north While you reside at booger airport The career getting cut short Thought ya sh*t would sound fresh But we detect the rust Just the crust on my toast It's almost like ya career is a hoax Folks are left at a stand still Hoping to land at the top of the hill Chill with those cheap thrills Promoting, yet not devoting Without a product Even still ya hoping to gain mass recognition With ya narrow mind Ya probably still believe a wife belongs in the kitchen I can't understand how ya not itching to make a release Ya need to be the beast cease picking a piece of snot Stop that rot Or in turn you must flock from the site of hip hop When Opportunity knocks, take it, chase it, face it Don't waste it on boogers And no bullsh*t buts MC's nowadays just run a muck Wild like Plucka Duck Don't give a fu*k, but luck is about to exit Next it will be too late A champion who could of been great But fate let him procrastinate Masturbate over half made tracks Sorry you were just too slack You need to attack like Mars Reach for the stars, instead you drifted afar There's a difference Between a slight delay and procrastination Just like there's a difference Between a beat down and an assassination How long does the grazin really take Only one word create How about..make, a lot's at stake if ya wait for too long I've known dudes who spend 6 months on one single song Never moving along I know ya want to sound right, but that's just wrong Ya get the gong, like I was Red Simons, quit ryhmin Ya relying on rhymin which is dyin out the ass Hit the flask find a new task Perhaps at last some ground will be covered 6 o'clock shadow feelin rugged Cause I worked hard on my sh*t, while you said fu*k it Kicked ya own bucket in this hip hop industry And ya know it's in me Bitterly trying to get rid of those nose pickers Not much else makes me sicker I lay tracks down quicker and much thicker than the next Flex my text and fulfill my quests While ya spend ten years trying to find your best Forgetting time and effort is all part of of progress May I suggest ya value things for there moment in time Appreciate the lines in the rhymes For the thoughts that were going through ya mind At that particular time, and I'm out line for line