Chris Stokes Jay-z encore (freestyle) J-Whit spittin over Kanye West beat encore this isn’t a freestyle but didn't know what else to title it Was told everybody was put on this earth for a purpose, but I can't seem to see mine on the surface, so I go and put my thoughts into verses, what can I say to the man stealin outta purses, he turned his gifts into curses, he played his cards he was dealt in reverse, it got me shook, look, if you play your P.A.R.T backwords it'll make a T.R.A.P, with this rap, you don't snap, you don't clap, I ain't strapped, its just a map, I'm just looking for the truth for the youth and you would think I work there the way I'm closin the gap, but I don't understand, how you measure the span of a man, it ain't all about his feet and his hands, damn, how do you suppose I measure his soul if I can't see it in a scan, maybe the man with the plan, can see it from the stands, something I wasn't meant to understand, the teacher teachin from the bleachers, many not knownin if he can really see us, livin everyday with sin within except for the day we see the preacher, maybe life is a double feature, and your last breath death in the intermission, so what happens captain with all the inner sin, wishin from your heart you could start from beginning, but who am i to state or rate whats the definition of winnin', livin not to lose, is like livin on snooze, livin on cruise, the twist to the plot is where my thoughts loom, from the womb to the tomb, i've never been one to run on fumes, so i always assumed thats why i had a leg up, heres my shake up, you don't wake up, to smell the roses before they bloom, you don't wake up, to smell the roses before they bloom