3 Verses

[classthe_king]

This isn't a song just three verses i was playing around with.

I’m sittin here tryin to mediate all my greed n’ hate
Im weepin now, beatin down on this bleedin state
My mother told me I had the power
To grow into a flower but I guess im seedin late
We’re needin fate to tell us what we do
Walk a mile in these shoes and we’ll see who
We choose to take the blame if we lose
I lay down; ive got a headache, but the bed breaks
Everything seems to crumble in my life but the led aint
So I keep writin in this pad, to spite my dad
Cause im fightin so bad but in my mind im mad
Im igniting rap sending it up inflames, chuckin names right n’ left
Im fightin death so I might be writin less until im at my last dyin breath
A death defying threat so the sweat aint lyin yet
Im tryin to let go but I cannot yet blow and all I do is fret so
I keep at it and I want to give up But I creep back wit the
Intent to invent a new way to prevent or to slay
The hoorays I get when I spit today
No ones ever heard me rap and no one probably ever will
But if you’ve heard this absurd recap you know I’ve got to be fed or killed

When in this venomous rap ive been intact
As I keep spinnin this crap like I got the game on a string
It cant be blamed on a thing
Ive got no shame when I sing this deep poetry
It’s so fluid when I do it you peeps know its me
You think ima homie g, keep blowin me
Weep slow-ely for my demise
But you don’t have ta cause my laughtas a disguise
I want to make it but I have to extricate my extra weight
If I want to be more then just next to great
My raps are complex but great
They’ll flex n break till your seduced then splat
You’re induced like that by the man who produced the rap
I know you aint used to that but do you want your music to be reduced to crap
If you’re amused by that ill give you my mother fuckin worst
Cause this could be my final verse and that could have been my final curse

Behind my unprovoked madness there’s unspoken sadness
That which makes me feel like im locked in a cage
Bust out and shoot off twenty shots in a blaze
It’s uncontrollable I just get lost in the rage
I can’t get out im left to rot in the maze
I’m spittin rhyme after rhyme, your just blots on a page
So whether im spittin on a block or a stage
My killer rhymes will have you tossed in ya grave
I just started off rappin but I got caught in the craze
And now I can’t stop I guess I got what I paid… For
There’s no way that’s enough it will take more
Than that to prove you whores are wack
I would spit a few bars before combat
But you can’t ignore the fact that if the time came
I would come up ready for war and strapped
Put it in your face pull it back and pop you
Come up for the attack and drop you
Before I let this little fag cop who
-ever he wants I’ll walk up stacked and rock you

[Emadyville]

Rhyming on all 3 was reall nice, first verse was the best imo, very good job tho keep it up

[classthe_king]

Rhyming on all 3 was reall nice, first verse was the best imo, very good job tho keep it up

Thanks man.

[VenomBlackViper]

This isn't a song just three verses i was playing around with.

I’m sittin here tryin to mediate all my greed n’ hate
Im weepin now, beatin down on this bleedin state
My mother told me I had the power
To grow into a flower but I guess im seedin late
We’re needin fate to tell us what we do
Walk a mile in these shoes and we’ll see who
We choose to take the blame if we lose
I lay down; ive got a headache, but the bed breaks
Everything seems to crumble in my life but the led aint
So I keep writin in this pad, to spite my dad
Cause im fightin so bad but in my mind im mad
Im igniting rap sending it up inflames, chuckin names right n’ left
Im fightin death so I might be writin less until im at my last dyin breath
A death defying threat so the sweat aint lyin yet
Im tryin to let go but I cannot yet blow and all I do is fret so
I keep at it and I want to give up But I creep back wit the
Intent to invent a new way to prevent or to slay
The hoorays I get when I spit today
No ones ever heard me rap and no one probably ever will
But if you’ve heard this absurd recap you know I’ve got to be fed or killed

When in this venomous rap ive been intact
As I keep spinnin this crap like I got the game on a string
It cant be blamed on a thing
Ive got no shame when I sing this deep poetry
It’s so fluid when I do it you peeps know its me
You think ima homie g, keep blowin me
Weep slow-ely for my demise
But you don’t have ta cause my laughtas a disguise
I want to make it but I have to extricate my extra weight
If I want to be more then just next to great
My raps are complex but great
They’ll flex n break till your seduced then splat
You’re induced like that by the man who produced the rap
I know you aint used to that but do you want your music to be reduced to crap
If you’re amused by that ill give you my mother fuckin worst
Cause this could be my final verse and that could have been my final curse

Behind my unprovoked madness there’s unspoken sadness
That which makes me feel like im locked in a cage
Bust out and shoot off twenty shots in a blaze
It’s uncontrollable I just get lost in the rage
I can’t get out im left to rot in the maze
I’m spittin rhyme after rhyme, your just blots on a page
So whether im spittin on a block or a stage
My killer rhymes will have you tossed in ya grave
I just started off rappin but I got caught in the craze
And now I can’t stop I guess I got what I paid… For
There’s no way that’s enough it will take more
Than that to prove you whores are wack
I would spit a few bars before combat
But you can’t ignore the fact that if the time came
I would come up ready for war and strapped
Put it in your face pull it back and pop you
Come up for the attack and drop you
Before I let this little fag cop who
-ever he wants I’ll walk up stacked and rock you

This was dope man, hope you grow into that flower soon brah.

[classthe_king]

Damn, this was my third song ever and it's better than what 75% of CW is doing now.

[J.R.]

Damn, this was my third song ever and it's better than what 75% of CW is doing now.

I hope this is a generalization statement, because I honestly doubt you read 3 pages of work completely , fully, and dissected them to conclude that.

Other than that, good work.

P.S.- 3 pages, I chose that as that's probably about a week out which can be considered "right now"

[WakeUpShow]

Damn, this was my third song ever and it's better than what 75% of CW is doing now.

I hope this is a generalization statement, because I honestly doubt you read 3 pages of work completely , fully, and dissected them to conclude that.

Other than that, good work.

P.S.- 3 pages, I chose that as that's probably about a week out which can be considered "right now"

he's right