Fatlip: AHHH !#@*!
One out of every two people that see me
In the street ask me about my CD

What style will I create?
And what's the delay on the release date?
I hate to tell ya'll the cold, cold truth

I'm a old ^!$$% in tha vocal booth
Coulda been a legend like Big and Pac
But I caught a bad case of writer's block

Writer's block, for those unaware
is a condition that's hardly rare
often compared to a tree that bears no fruit

a bank account with no loot,
the inability to produce a thought
ideas get stale, brain cells rot

failed attempts at concentration
I'm in a state of psychological stagnation


Chorus:
So whatcha gonna do?
You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don't try to fight it, tell me
What's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool, I know it's usually so easy

but now you've been caught up with
Writers Block


VERSE 2:
Stuck on stupid, thinking bout the new kid
on the block, as the clock keeps ticking

Time is of essence, must maintain presence
Out of sight, out of mind
Still can't find the words to explain

my joy and my pain
I'm going INSANE, like the ^!$$% from The Shining
Everything on the line when I'm rhymin

The only way I pay rent, I represent
The only way I eat, I rhyme to a beat
The only way I buy clothes, I rock shows

Now you can see why the problem is posed
Chorus:
So whatcha gonna do?

You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it, tell me
What's it gonna be?

Don't lose your cool, I know it's usually so easy
but now you've been caught up with
Writers Block


VERSE 3
Yo

It's kinda crazy when you think about it
I mean ^!$$%s get paid just to say what they think about
This that and the other. It sound easy

But, on the real, everybody sound greasy
Talk gangsta when you really ain't one
The last gat you blasted was a paint gun

Paint fictitious pictures to get richer
when you really a (*##$, I ain't mad witcha
I wish I could make people believe

that I slang keys and tote D's
but I'm sorta like a $#&@in' dweeb
And that don't sell

I never been shot, or been to jail
But I'm beginning to wish I had been
just to put it down on a pad with a pen

Cause I just wanna ball with the rest of 'em
Be inducted in the hall with the best of 'em
but for now, it's just a dream

cause I can't think of one !#@*IN' THING! AHHHHH!!!!
So whatcha gonna do?
You try to write it but nothing will come to you

Don't try to fight it, tell me
What's it gonna be?
Don't lose your cool, I know it's usually so easy

but now you've been caught up with
Writers Block