Il testo della Whiplash

(verse 1)
Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college
With a collar on starving like ramadan for something solid
I'm getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen
Make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again
Friends, i had them but they too busy chasing them ladies
Money gone, what a con, when drinks equals mercedes
I'd rather demolish a song
I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on
Smashing into the scene with my flow
They blasting my beats in headphones
Packing up seats in each row
Cause passion is unleashed each show
(wake up!) and that's when i snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting
(wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it, i'm leaving
Yo boss, i'm going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend
Maxing out cc's, crafting cd's until i'm eating
Even if my tanks on "e" and the banks own me
With that 20% apr my graveyard through laboring

(chorus)
Whiplash, whiplash, energy out, it got to come back!

(verse 2)
Sometimes i drop to my knees, praise god who set my soul free
But i never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me
With an appetite that's out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic
Burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom
Stacks of cd's, passed 'em freely, play on tv, wasn't easy
No youtube, to allow you or school you with how to's none to teach me
Feel me? asking every homie if they'd film me, but don't bill me
My video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me
Emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press
Cd's were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me
Keeping it professional, at all times, when i was small time
From call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me
Fundamentally its that energy i put out that made enemies or friends to me
Propelling me up with more feet then a centipede
Sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own
Shows, to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro...

(chorus)
Whiplash, whiplash, energy out, it got to come back!