so dont worry now man, i got this
dont like how i sound, well i got this
dont tell me i cant do this, i got this
killing this game with the blaze of my hotness
17
fuck what there bringing there singing the wrong tracks
there adlibs are at the front main vocals at the back
my flowing is on crack sign it up to rehab
with the compression of depression in this place of time
i guess i got to grab hip hop and make it mine
time to do my own moves dont follow the mime
im artisticly corrective im correcting the game
as im corressing my name over this bitch we all fucked
but dont give me my kid, the mic couldnt handle my birth
the track go's over the top like the head of my pint
sitting so high i read down on my stars at night
spitting so direct sometimes the paint gets peeling
only time you see a fans when your staring at your cealing
feeling nausous, be coutious if you every cross this
im a fucking motorway your a blind guy, dogless
i spot the blind bit and my verse is still spotless
1:17
never gave up on the tracks that i thought fell off
coz the height i was at, i guess got well off
they say hells hot, then how the fuck am i hotter man
double dutch to these bitches im sitting in rotterdam
they can stay in glasgow or edinbrugh its a scam
but everyone will unite and come along with my plan
how can anyone think there as hungry as me
im goin straight to africa snatching little kids tea
ripping out spines leaving mc's bonless
kill your foundation leave your whole career homeless
i was born drunk gradually got sober
but the result of my hangover is i keep getting doper
my iirelevence is relevent an intelegant expirement
to show that i can represent and prove that i have relevance
so relevantly, i guess that makes sense
as i massage moves and leave you in passed tense
2:15
there's an anger inside that manifests to a demon
im coming for the game on its chest is my seaman
fuck the consiquences of constant senses
getting a little offensive coz im not pretensive
so get back on the fences my track is the trenches
you stick to cheap talk mines is expensive
im vulgar couldnt care if your blind and hurting
id laugh while you tried to find the curtain
dont go knock knock id rather hook Yo Mama
during my 19 year bender flying to the futurama
your grammer is amazing weak you stammer while i shake the beat
my flavoure goes tastes unuiqe your bland salt and peppered wheat
some people liven a lie then im the dead truth
so far above ya'll im transporting bombs on my red tooth
bars music can be catchy but lyrical he aint on this
well replay this whole track i just proved that i got this
wrote this today after spending all weekend with a pretty big rapper from up heer (nity gritz check him out!) he got such a lyrical creative style i was inspired to go for something more lyrical and smart.
ignore the numbers if you take the time to read. thats just for myself when recording.
anywae will be recorded tomorrow
feedback appreciated
