I'll contribute I've seen the last lies In how i spend my life Hide behind the fire But the blizzard is what blur my sight im fighting trough the coldest times Can barely see round my peripheral im circle bound I elbow bump, never knuckle down Im bout the paper thats able to free my mind Nothing else when im strolling trough the grass alive I'd rather see the palm of death than never grabbing life Align the seat to fit comfortably Im in the same row, we in the same boat but i dont row the same Envision lavish life, nah It's more magnified than that, uh Lifes both the bigger and the smaller picture For both a bigot and a father figure For the rigid and the heart fillers For the shitty or the moms fighting hard For the sun and the dark The atmosphere is chilling Too endless to feel safe i only fear the ending
Lower your tone/ Anger atone to the bad memories/ Insensitivity avidly felt/ Moor Mother’s Door croaked open/ Tropes of uncontrollable feelings poured out in the open/ Center!/ Let the letters pour out/ Nimble fingers reflecting the inner struggle/ Turn the trouble away from direct view/ Blue glue blew out the top of the cap/ Mind flew back to the first grade/ Artistry origins/ Macaroni creations displayed on paper plates for my parents/ They cherished / Center!/ Flown down the long, brown staircase/ Wind brushing across my face/ Grin created out of hate/ Sweeping legs…/
Late night I felt a cool breeze, I was on the patio smoking blue dream, I been steady having mood swings, tryna stop the old shit and think about new things, developing my rhyme schemes, Meditation time reading Preparation I’m making All the chances I’m taking Are going to lead to new bright path
Too many people suffocatin my bubble If I’m in trouble sticks turn you to rubble Sittin on a star photobombing the Hubble Declinin the cuddles, The light shine in the puddles
Im just Smokin on the dank, friends past away just tryna pass the fuckin day, Heavy in the streets, why the fuck even jump out yo sheets, Just to get smoked? Or shot by the fuckin P-I-G's, Cause my complexion aint white, to them browns a scary sight, We aint irregular, dont fire its just a cellular, RIP Steve Clark I feel the crossairs mark On my back So I blaze a sack In the back of the 'Lac, Im just like you I want good times and a bitch in my lap Aint nothin simpler than that. Brains gone like a 12 gauge
They ask me if I've been about it When I'm in the mood, my writing can be a bit astounding Too much for y'all No questions 'bout it A lil night owl A wise owl I split the white peach white owl when I wild out Feelin like there isn't much that I can't do Iders small town white boy with the dance moves I have a boss stance too Still I'm moving slowly Shout outs to those that really know me The phonies can catch a hot one to the dome piece Spend your whole life livin how I spend my whole week Livin like a rockstar gets hella lonely The Mr. Stoney, drinking till my speech slurs only To push my limits is a no go, homie
I ain't just tryna make valuable music I'm trying to prove to my dad I ain't stupid I'm not entertained by the how do you do shit I'm more the type to ask you how do you do this And I'm sorry for the irrefutable lies that I used Because the look within his eyes was asking How could you do this It's been, a long time since we've bonded And truly/ my eyes were swollen shut I was blind to my doing So if a, tree falls and no one hears it does it make a sound So if an, idea is never shared it still exists just keep it down, you see where I'm going It's in it's influence and how it's motion Affects each other no depraving my motive Cause I'll be sane for a moment Then code switch And change my face for a bonus There's shame in the game I play At least I know it / The risk that I take by the sacrifices made Indecisive path or lane By the time I write a page You can see a lethal poet Easy going each his own reassess I see the gold inside of my chest Agree resolving all my stress Leaving topicals to rest steamy opticals my lense Needed cleaning... Cause if everybody's got a problem well maybe I'm the culprit/ Shout out Qc and the 902 area
lil verse I wrote to it: IT’S GETTING LOUD TO KEEP ON DROWNING OUT THE NOISE BUT I’MMA MISS YOU OUT OF CHOICE// PLEASE COUNT ME OUT YOUR VOID// THE CLOUDS IN THE SKY CLAIM I’M BOUND TO REJOICE SO EVEN IF MY MOUTHS DRY I WILL NOT SIP THE POISON// WAS TOO YOUNG FOR THE PROBLEMS THAT WERE VOICED YOU HAD ME STRESSING OVER COIN WHEN I WAS PLAYING WITH MY TOYS// GROWN MAN PROBLEMS ON THE SHOULDERS OF A BOY// I SHOULD’VE NEVER BEEN THE SHOULDER IN THE HOPES THAT YOU’D MEND// IT BLURRED THE LINES BETWEEN A SON AND A FRIEND// THOUGH I CONFESS THAT I WAS HOPING THAT YOU’D HOLD ME ON MY LONELY DESCENT// HOLDING ON TO BREATHS YOU CAN’T REVERSE WHAT WAS SAID// QUESTIONING MY WORTH WOULD ONLY HURT YOU IN THE END// YEAH// I CAN’T BE WHAT EVERYONE WANTS// AND THESE DAYS I’D RATHER BE BY MYSELF// HIDE THE PAIN BEHIND THE FLAME OF THE BLUNT// WHEN IT COMES// AT THIS AGE I THOUGHT I’D BE SOMEWHERE ELSE// I CAN’T BE WHAT EVERYONE WANTS// AND THESE DAYS I’D RATHER BE BY MYSELF// HIDE THE PAIN BEHIND THE FLAME OF THE BLUNT// WHEN IT COMES// AT THIS AGE I THOUGHT I’D BE SOMEONE ELSE//
This is fucking amazing bro, youre really talented. " EVEN IF MY MOUTHS DRY I WILL NOT SIP THE POISON" is a crazy bar. definitely my favorite verse out of all the comments ive read on this beat
-I'm writing lines as my friends sniff em and getting pissed, guess I got a small bladder, I use the clematis to wake up they use it as a sedative, guess I got a tall ladder, they sleepin as my wrist be flowin to dawns mantra, they writing fines as I'm writing raw mantras, they getting coked out as I'm working on chakras, they probly got a big mag but I shoot faster, they got wholes on they lungs, I got wholes in my cerebrum, falling holding hands with Alice, intensity risin up the closer the land the more I panic, if we let go ill be lost in a dark abyss, a world where love and energy aren't mixed, Alice is my mic my idols are the rabbit 'case you don't understand it, my Jaw shakes like molly addicts once the mics handed, drifting through the solar system, I think I found my planet, fuck that I know I did cuz I can feel the magic, my parents showed me the hat trick, its like I been tracin something spiritual since and embryo, my soul mate my catalyst to life I call him flow, that's why rappers are my best friends, we both harvest the poet tree, inspect every digestion, some eat bread but I ain't the type with golden teeth, pupil surrounded by the molded iris, but strict teachers got you rollin dices, i escape my prison through these bars, trust when I say I need you to listen, the red ink turns my wounds into scars, as my heart beats to the rhythm, the dark sheets take the longest to cook in my kitchen, choppin onions is my cotton mouths ritalin, when my ears and heels keep fiddlin, feels like being pushed inside what i can't fit in, collapsed yet still shiverin
thanks bro, allota people think im just some random wannabe rapper but ive been writing as much as some of the rappers you listen to have. also thanks for helping me find back this verse that i havent heard in a while and lost, appreciated.
@@Loveilis not at all bro, I get my inspiration from all combined and mostly listen to mac and chance. Ive written over 3 books of just pure rhymes. Not starting an argument, just trying to clean our window cuz it did offend me a little.
just so yall know the hat trick instrumental isnt a sample but an actual song by bobby oroza called this love -> ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-HCi_TvqOXLk.html
instrxmentals -I'm writing lines as my friends sniff em and getting pissed, guess I got a small bladder, I use the clematis to wake up they use it as a sedative, guess I got a tall ladder, they sleepin as my wrist be flowin to dawns mantra, they writing fines as I'm writing raw mantras, they getting coked out as I'm working on chakras, they probly got a big mag but I shoot faster, they got wholes on they lungs, I got wholes in my cerebrum, falling holding hands with Alice, intensity risin up the closer the land the more I panic, if we let go ill be lost in a dark abyss, a world where love and energy aren't mixed, Alice is my mic my idols are the rabbit 'case you don't understand it, my Jaw shakes like molly addicts once the mics handed, drifting through the solar system, I think I found my planet, fuck that I know I did cuz I can feel the magic, my parents showed me the hat trick, its like I been tracin something spiritual since and embryo, my soul mate my catalyst to life I call him flow, that's why rappers are my best friends, we both harvest the poet tree, inspect every digestion, some eat bread but I ain't the type with golden teeth, pupil surrounded by the molded iris, but strict teachers got you rollin dices, i escape my prison through these bars, trust when I say I need you to listen, the red ink turns my wounds into scars, as my heart beats to the rhythm, the dark sheets take the longest to cook in my kitchen, choppin onions is my cotton mouths ritalin, when my ears and heels keep fiddlin, feels like being pushed inside what i can't fit in, collapsed yet still shiverin
Give it till i cant give, ill lend a hand if its needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back kid Uh i said my momma told me Dont fuck around with the old og's But she dont know me so What the verdict read? Courtesy Third degree burned ashes dont photograph us leading masses turned table circumstances The earth is her turf but the hearse i run past it Ill be outside flicking dandruff might be outside bringing hands up hold up based off inner jits diggin far breaking into heart daily Bored stickin neck out far bitch now pay me
Woke up to the To The pack getting packed Swear I ain’t acting when I say I have your back Could throw a couple stacks but I need to them back Or I’m hitting up your momma just to find out where you’re at Yeah That bounties Lasting longer than a tat Only hearing whining man, they’ve been acting like some brats They’re Crying dan, damnit cut the tax But I’m Feelin like a lion, y’all some rats Bored city dreams of living life to the max But it’s facts we gotta go Yeah We gotta go girl Feeling like a king, so my queen this is your world for the taking Seeing all the dreams in the making With open arms I’ve been waiting, Creating, a path with no escaping Seeing resemblance with the sky how you’re flaking
Yea I was at this party Me and my boys was chilling Then I started to get this weird feeling All of a sudden this girl walks up Fat ass nice thighs She sat right next to me I could already tell she was down to ride I was sitting there caught this feeling it was stuck in my mind Maybe it was my time to lose my card The bitch got me reeling in started to get close Come on babe I ain't tryna get hard I sat up we started to rose
Shoutout to every nigga that got this on replay until the album drop. I did a calm freestyle over this joint if anyone interested in some different shit 🔥 soundcloud.com/spiritvlicia/hat-trick-freestyle
There's many different ways. You could freestyle, you could freeverse, but mainly, write until your fingers bleed. Usually What happens to me is, I'll hear a song on the radio and as I'm listening to it I'll hear my own flow come out over the beat. But your problem isn't only your flow, it's your lyrics. Rap is all about what you say and how you say it.
