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I don’t drop bombs son, I drop litta,
Cotton mouth from too much weed,
Makes it hard to be an ill rhyme spitta,
Call me average, it’s a good descripta,
I may not be a brother but hatas still call me nigga,
Go figga,
But I stay hard on this corner,
Bringing real spit lyrics to my brothers, call me warner,
Stop!
Now listen ever so closely,
I do this for myself, but this is for you now,
Mostly,
Droppin’ philosophies on theocracies, crushing your monopolies,
Lyrical tsunami so you know you can’t be stoppin these,
Check it,
Cash from the bank,
Damn that lyric was stupid, I’m such a rascal,
Dirty stank,
Just a short one:
I’m tryin’ to be original,
In the age that is digital,
My mind existential,
In a world 3 dimensional,
But if you wanna mess with me, the plate there is waitin’
I’m pleasing myself with my words,
Lyrical masturbating,
I’m in it for the prize and I realize that what’s stand between me and it is a bunch of half rate rappin’ guys,
I don’t even claim to be the best, the rest can get it popping,
But if the rap game was an ice cream, I guess I would have to be the topping,
I fudge my lines with consistencies, and sprinkle some deficiencies,
That’s a recipe you can only find in the indices,
Listen to my word play, because all I’m doing is playin’
Bombing these tracks with my spirit, like a rappin’ super saiyan-jin,
I write a few bars at time, get tired with my rhyme,
I’m going of on a tangent like I multiplied by sin,
You know what? FUCK IT coz I’m about to go hard,
I’ll break a mirror for the bad luck, but I’ll give you all the shards,
2010?
That’s two thousand and when,
I’m over it like a bridge, underground like a den,
It’s time to get mad, get even, but it’s odd,
You hear me talking, hear me shouting, I aint sparing no rod,
Tired of the bull shit, you so cookie cutter,
I spread my flows like margarine, you still lumpy like butter,
You wanna punch rap, well I wanna punch out,
And leave you with no doubt this what the fuck I am about,
I’ll beat you like a drum, then trap you like a snare,
Wearing a hi-hat coz I feed weed to my headwear,
I’m fire in the past, think about it and come back to me,
It’s because I smoked out your senses, smell my greatness,
Olifactory,
I hate this style of hip hop, but I’m tryina make a point,
This shit is easy, like a peasy,
Fuck weesy,
Shoulda left his ass in the joint,
But I’ll give him credit,
He gets creative,
But Nicki’s got to go, because Hip-Hop aint no sadist,
But do me a favour, try my flavour
And savour the sweet nectar,
I’m seen on the scene, call me the director,
How many bars is this?
I meant to hit 36
Damn,
How badly did I miss?
That’s like a kilo of rap,
I’m so dope I’m measured in ounces,
Imma refill the cap,
Take a hit,
And blow down some mountains.
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Song got my most perfect memory attached to it.
Please Don’t Go / Mike Posner
This song is so good!!! It’s so catchy. This song is even stuck on my mind now and i can’t stop singing it everyday haha:D
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Decide on what you want and go for it! Enough with the games!
I’ve got cool locomotion, moving in the ocean, say I’m show boatin’, but it’s just a notion, about to take this potion, to ease the commotion, like a mental mind lotion.
I wish I knew better, to move on and forget her, my lyrics are so cheesy call my rhymes fetta.
Something different
I’ll go in, revolve around you like the planets in the universe,
Moving through space, time in a continuum, alive or in a hearse,
Death is only the beginning for some, the end for others,
Our matter is transformed to feed our brothers,
Here for a moment, gone for a second, Jupiters moons call to us from the distance,
Something greater always beckons,
Out interests ebb and flow, they’ll come and go, meaningful and meaningless, does it matter? I don’t know,
Just let me relate and appreciate,
the beauty of Earth and then we can validate,
Each others existence, with persistence,
We can travel to new worlds with no thought for the distance,
The greatness of the mind, as it composes a reality,
Sets the beats and bars in place, the humour and the tragedy,
Poets, and speakers, dictators and preachers, try to catch my attention as I make love in the bleachers,
All talking and shouting, hoping and doubting, they flow together like an MC spitting in a fountain,
Your cup runneth over, then get a bigger cup, no man can know enough to ever be filled up,
The unlimited capacity, to absorb, absolve and revolve around the thoughts of audacity,
I would continue this ramble, but I’m out, don’t doubt that random thoughts of this universe is what I am about,
But I’m called by my obligations, trials and tribulations, waiting at the stations to reach my celebrations.
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Built up, bricked up, stood up, looked up, picked up, spit up, “Quick, up!” never kissed up. Stressed out, pushed out, give out, live out, with-out, smoked out, no doubt. No hope, so dope, “Great Quote!” I’ll float, Time to move, find the groove, get it in, get it on, go it hard, or go on home, make a choice, shout it from the mountain top, only when you find your voice. I was there, now I’m here, everywhere, never near, distance travelled, I’m going back, don’t be stupid, she’s like crack, but it’s done, yeah but why, be a man, men can cry. Shed no tear, it’s a simple fear, you cheat in this game and everything becomes a blear…… ie line, just one more time, one more touch, one more taste, one slice of heaven, let me see your face. Get away, stay away, my mind travels back to that day, you built me up, bricked me up, stood me up, looked me up (on facebook), picked me, spit me, got me up, kissed me up, stressed me out, pushed me out, gave out, lived out and without, never smoked out with no doubt. Now we have no hope, without you I gotta be dope, find my inspiration from within, hey that’s a great quote, I’ll live without you, I can swim, but for now I’ll just float.
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