Late in the midnight hour, when the vibe hits
All the world's asleep, the creatives hit the light switch
Feelings I can barely describe. You feel alive
Seeing God through the art. You're part of a hidden tribe
Close your eyes and imagine the universe free from distractions and madness
Allow to let it be through the colors on the canvas
Allow to let em' speak and you listen to the answers
In tune with your chi. It's enchanting
Ideas dancing to the rhythm of the drums
From the sketch to the image it becomes and this is what we call inspiration
Divine invitations to take thoughts, design a creation
Scrutinize lines, scratch words, ball the paper up
Turn the bass down trying not to wake the neighbors up
All the early mornings back pains, aches, paper cuts
Working on your craft when so many others gave it up
This is what I'm talking about. 10,000 hours- nothing less
For anybody trying to be the best
On the quest to become that guy
I spent many nights staring at the ceiling writing lyrics in the sky
Really mining for that dope
Toss the filler to the side on the cutting room floor
Loop the beat. Let it ride on repeat til' your soul finds peace. Peace
This is what keeps you up when can't seem to get to sleep
This is what I'm talking about. 10,000 hours- nothing less
For anybody trying to be the best. I'm saying 10,000 hours
Aight. Your turn