Well I wish I were coming back to recording, been a long time since I wrote, let alone recorded (for reasons outside my control). For those who don't know I even rapped, now you know.
I basically just freestyled this for the most part, I didnt do it to a beat, and just went back and edited it for flow and shit, nothing major.
Anyway it felt good to write again:
For all I hunted I’m wanted and be at large,
I write a mic check, one two no it’s free of charge,
And I don’t wear shades at night so I see the stars,
Like I’m looking in a mirror, it couldn’t be as hard,
As trying to live out a prophecy properly,
I’m probably more in depth than an anomaly,
It’s gotta be, full steam ahead like a conductor,
Cause my train of thought is trained motherfucker,
So believe when I seethe I’ll make it hurt now,
I write rhymes in the weight room so they’ll work out,
Cause all I do is work now, and I thank amounts,
Of the digits so prolific in my bank accounts,
And I can say I did more than drank an ounce,
Of pure skill, how’d you think I put these bangers out?
It’s not luck it’s conducted with a fuckin twist,
Productiveness for a verse is first on my bucket list…
See I sit back and watch as the haters leave,
And let the air settle, watch as the greater breathes,
I take a deep breath and looking at the week next,
Is like studying for 7 days…such a weak test,
But all I know is that I’ll be next, and detest,
These vets, claiming to be so when he’s best,
All I can do, is sit here to moan and bitch,
Wondering when, I’ll be back to owning this,
Yeah I’m growin old, but this growin shit,
Is leaving me like your girl, I’m blowing this,
Cause I had the skill to move past them,
And now they’ll consider him a fuckin has been,
When I’m a never was, yeah, and clever cause,
I’ll watch them all fall, see what the lever does,
And if it’s just me testin or be-essin,
Then I’m really an anomaly bitch just keep guessin…
You see what happens when I’m latent,
I’m half ass half assin the last half of being patient,
Maybe it’s time to resurrect the next chapter,
Or better yet, be better yet n be the best rapper,
See the torment of being dormant is more yet,
It’s like I never left I been waitin on the doorstep,
So I’m back again, no need to rest more,
Cause my career had been knockin on deaths door,
But fuck that, now I’M ringing the bell,
Making the reaper grim cause I’M bringing the hell,
It’s like a whole year plus of beer just,
Appeared what? I ain’t drunk I’ll make it clear cut,
No one on earth, is fuckin with what I take,
And I know when you rate it’ll leave me irate,
But words are so damn great fuckin up your landscape,
When I grab a pen and just let my fuckin hand shake…
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And for anyone who wants to hear my shit, this album I did awhile ago but its the last I did. I'm posting this mainly because its been so long and if anyone wants to hear my shit: http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/d-dubs-the- ... .5022.html