Solace
I'd force the stunner shit, trying to be the one to win,
Forgot about the times I'd check a beat just to run with it,
Now I'm tumbling, with a cookie crumbling, I'm phased,
Nope don't have fun with it, I keep on mumbling in rage,
Wish to be the one covering the page, wish time rewinded,
'Cause by the age of 15 it seemed my eyes was blinded,
And now I'm crying silent, 'cause it was a brother to me,
It was...Then it creeped on me like an utter disease,
Changed my personality, I grew greeding, was dying,
Through all of this I lost the true meaning of rhyming,
Fam never loved, they thought I was wild, a disgrace,
I hope they can flip the coin and just smile at my face,
To fellow writers I hope we can drill it, kill it and torch it,
Rebuilding the fortress even with visions distilled and distorted,
Feels good feeling important, but I do this with a passion,
It's sort of like magic, I turned hearing music into rapping.
Spyder
I went from being out staged to outraged
A crowd, fame is my desire I am now plagued
Spirit of sound waves, its magic is downplayed
Writing rhymes fighting time, how I found grace.
A marathon I am out paced, emotions I keep inside
Emcee, a dream I keep hidden beneath these eyes,
The only time I’m living is when I’m asleep so I
Continue to sleep to try to keep these dreams alive.
I want my name known, shown every week on the chart
Someday… someday is what I believe in my heart
I got the text, the drive, I shine like fear of the dark
Born with blood flow… so I had the beat from the start.
Punches, metaphors, story lines, and imagery
Ive got what it takes, those who disagree don’t get to me
I’d give my site to see what its like when in rap
I’m Nodar… so I’m willing to die for a track
Sentus
The very second I was born I so vowed a plan
I’d walk out and get swarmed by a crowd of fans
Till they have to be torn from the proudest hands
And the kids are transformed to a thousand Stans
And whenever I perform they jump out the stands
Beware, you’ve been warned of my foul command
I have planned a storm that will shroud the land
And everybody will mourn as the cloud expands
It’s rap’s hell n you don’t know the hours I’ve spent in it
I came out with a developed prowess for penmanship
Each sentence is a way to make it but I still cover
Cause you have to blow the game like Bill Buckner
I’ve given it my all and I’m bending over backwards
But if I release a song I feel like a fuckin mattress
So the next fucker that’s asks why I think I’m black
Cause I rap is gonna get cracked in the fuckin back!
McZu
It all started when I was twelve, writing up rhymes about how such self-
Centered ideologies in life rush help-ing acts
To the ground when I didn’t know I, myself, fell in a pact
That I described as being a mere rose that grew from concrete
To be more concrete, I swore to bring back what was considered to be obsolete
It was considered to be a sol defeat, my palms racing
Jotting down poetry was the only time I didn’t feel like an abomination
Listening to music that originated in what we know now as Obama’s nation
I never really had plans of making it in rhythm and poetry
But everyone dreams, my head was in the clouds like a Boeing be
Showing me the true core of Hip Hop, I started to know me
My objective became to bring back the art form they had before me
Time to clean up rap, pen like the-rake during fall, words became Aubrey
But as I rotated around the core; see, I just had to say sorry
I saw the plural form of hypocrisy as being a wonder now
‘cause the moral of the story: to make it in rap you’ve to stay underground...