Okey, so I've been away for a long time. No one probably remembers me anyways, but I posted a couple of songs here a while ago, as The Cannibal. And since then I've changed my stage name to That Urge, which suit the subjects I want to rap about much better if you ask me. So yesterday, I was so inspired that I wrote 4 songs to some awesome beats I found. I'm going to record them, and maybe throw them together to an EP if anybody likes them.
I don't want to post all the 4 songs, as no one would read through all of it. But I will post some of what I consider the highlights of my lyrics, and I would really like your opinions on them. Nothing's better than feedback. So yeah, these are from different songs, keep that in mind:
You can't carry a verse, not even once in a while
When you're lucky enough to get it's fucking buns off the ground
Cause you're just a confused lill' fuck who runs around
With his pants down, I see you noticed them ants now (that was me!)
I noticed there's no fucking method to your madness
But hopefully there will be a Meth O.D., you "badass"
And I don't even feel like doing any fucking name dropping
You'll do that yourself, and the ground's where your fame's stopping
You bit Brown's sound, with quite a bit of lame topping
And don't try to hit any notes wuss, cause your aim's sucking
Been at the school of hard knocks, doing community service
Been so much out of body that I enter funerals nervous
I've been there with the knife wanting to leave tonight
Cause there ain't no easy way out when decieving bite
You think this evening might be the last on for me then
If you got one wish you would be passed out and bleeding
Cause getting past grieving is harder than just leaving
I'm feeling better than ever, yeah I'm on top on the world
I feel like I can make a torando fucking stop in it's turns
And I'ma try to stay this way 'till I'm rocking my urn
I'ma keep delivering knock outs to my fucking concerns
But when I think about it life, be a little cruel
Please feed me some fuel, and lead me to a duel
Don't rest, do your best, to fire up my engine
Hold a lighter to my chest to annoy me while I'm benching
Stir up some tension, try to blur my comprehension
My brain is the site of a gruesome slaughter
A location for fights, abuse and torture
The more you doubt, the more I'ma proove I'm wrong
Which I think I will achive through this goofy song
I'm pissed, this monster's fenceless
I've got nothing to loose cause I've lost my senses
I'm insane, I think I have lost my mind
And it still hasn't shown up in the lost and found
Am I cocky? Nah, I ain't high and mighty
I might be the opposite though, mighty high
But every second flies, it goes by
And it's just - one - more - wasted
Spent in my basement, working on an mp3
Sometimes I doubt that I am really ment to be an emcee
I ain't complaning, don't get me wrong
But the odds are that no radio will ever let me on
And that sets me off - it drives me crazy
I hope someone took their time to read through all of this, and if you did, please leave a litte piece of feeback/advice. Thanks in advance!
I will try to be a little more active on this site, and leave more feedback to other people too, but it's hard to find the time, cause I'm so busy with life at the moment. But as I said, I will try!
