Not a fan of hiphop generally (mostly because the style of vocals tends to grind my gears), but this is catchy and smooth. Looked this up after hearing it on a pool trickshot video. Thumbs up!
That was terrible/ Your rap game is bull/ my audience has the stadium full/ they came to see me cause they know im cool/ You're just another tool/ thinkin' you're good but you're not, fool/ I got all my bitches naked in the pool/ They call me 'The Best' / Your raps need to take a rest/ They were never good enough to pass my test/ I got shit to do, your raps are poo, im gonna destroy you/ completely unemploy you, make you into a toy too, bitch I know you're scared of me, boo...
Brett Wayne Im back,I have a rap that I want everybody to hear/Brett Ill start with you since you are the closest and you are near/Set the Cameras at all angles in a stadium by a girl named Maddie,I call the shots in rap ill fuck you up worse than Ravens and Cincinnati,Get that? Catch that? Hey can ya match it?/ I dont think you can man ill make your rhymes inactive/I can Subtract Ya,from this whole thing/ I aint scared of you come at me once,im insisting/Everyone knows youll bow down to the king
I'm fucked up, cos it's way too early in the morning, Why the fuck is this bitch, laying in my bed snoring, Think the birds are about, to start chirping and shit, But my brother's still wasted, from blazing the spliff, Hit the street at dawn, and it's fucking cold out here, Especially for under-dressed whores, working 365 days a year, Move like a smooth criminal, rough but subliminal, Tough but indivisible, everywhere and yet invisible, The people know my name, but I remain like a phantom, Hit hard and wild, like Mike Tyson, but far more handsome, Evasive, cerebral invasion, make you wanna replay this, I'm contagious, like cerebral palsy, you can't shake this, You know how the day is, the grind slowly winding down, And a chubby bitch on my waist, she's winding it down, Get some head before bed, my eyes beginning to shut, Brother feeling fucked up, so I'm finna pass him the blunt... - YOUNG TREMZ
Night fall I'm here to ball You got my wish I read my list No need to trip I'm here for this Don't reminisce What time switch My grind big The mind fix I want next To be the best Forget the rest I pass the test Release my stress Oh Ima mess Can you contest Or think me less You go figure I am a winner Not a sinner A goal setter Can you do better I make it wetter Through any weather I rock that leather Gotta strong arm Must stay alarm No mean to harm Look at me foul You like my style Make note and file I'm not on trial This is my thing To you I sing A new beginning Where we winning I'm Feeling chosen someone will notice Nuel who wrote this Not a jokester Just really focused It's get colder As I get older A real soldier
I am a 5th grade teacher who writes educational raps. Gonna use this to write a rap about WAR OF 1812. Would like to identify you in the credits. Gotta an official name for this beat?
I keep having this dream I'm pushing Hailey on the swing she keep screaming she don't want me to sing "you're making mommy cry. why? why is mommy crying?" "baby daddy ain't leaving no more" "daddy you're lying" LMAO
Just put this link (ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-EyhDGhA9bjU.html) into this webiste: www.youtube-mp3.org/no and you'll be able to download it :3
As I go, I feel alone. Tryna make it home. But obstacles get in my head, I see as a challenge for the throne that lies ahead. The lyrics I spit I hope you don't dismiss I hope you look with an expression of humbleness.
my mind is one of a kind, it's a gold mine sitting in my line of sight, it makes the rhymes just sound so right, when i feel so lonely everything turns up bright, fuck you dim and everybody imma make it hurt in every limb, i'll come back at you out of a whim, but you probably wouldnt understand it cause i'm The Beast, marked and branded. I speak 666 you guys speak this english shit. dont mind me cause i go at it blindly, my flows are so elite they can go either fast or slow, at ease. i can siphon everything from your my iphone leeching all the words that needs to be learned now you should be concerned I'm the masta of the rasta, i'm the pasta of the nastiest churn, I'm an empire without any desire. I aspire to inspire that will cleverfully never ever expire. In some way I see this as a fucking curse, well sure I'm the guy that made rappers disperse when i immersed everything in reverse. The music always keep cruising even when i'm dead in the hearse, last two lives i was a pastor and a perverse. This is the groundhog life, when my wife is in a bed with another man every night, i pulled out my knife and turned off the light, i heard screams and "we can talk about this all right?" the anger and the lust of myself wanting to kill another man that you will never understand, clattered and splattered out came my bladder, my face was sadder than a madder grumpy cat because in this scat i just stabbed myself to show them that I was Abaddon. died as a demon but reborn as a man, it's so complex but i'm blessed that I got another shot. but then the first thing i heard nasty thoughts "Unleashing all I got on this queasy pairs i got, i'm gonna skin them alive and let them rot. i'm gonna boil their skins until it's hot, melting like wax candles lit without any way to handle it. purging and cursing as i watch them getting a manhandle fix. i'll wear you as my sandals, shit, i dont give a fuck, you want to fuck with me then you're fucking with your luck. I'm a hungry young buck, i'll find a doe when you're banging on that hoe, you're just all talk and I'm about all that show. Shiny things such as rings, earrings, bracelets, watches, and all sort of the blings that's what you got to show how big you trot, i'll make your name forgotten, i'm not scared to make a body rotten. try fucking with me, i'll be plucking you at ease, try fucking with me, I'll feed your body parts to the geese. I'm a motherfucking time bomb, like a psalms follower blow hers up with napalm, i'll still be fucking be still and will just be so calm, i'm the motherfucking man that you will never understand because i got everyone under my control in my palm, and it's alright because i'm glad from where I stand and i am who i am as to why you are my enemy or envy me, i dont give a damn. I keep grinding on this rhyme and it's giving me a trippy time listening to the music chime in my mind, this kind of gift i have cannot be bought, you can only turn it down or turn it up until the speaker's shot. trip on this grip, skipping on mcs as when i am tripping. then when i hear the demon thoughts talking shit. i fight back at it i yell at it and throw fits all the time as it sits i try my best to evict it, we could fidget all day long even though if it's a size of a midget, It's a big matter battle going inside of me, i'm being possesed and rattled by something that resides in me, i'm a soul that's not free, something is possessing me. I shall be damned for eternity. You should have never been fucking with me. Cause now you are unlucky to deal with two wraths on a spree.
***** It really is a shame that so few producers do anything interesting. Most beats are so predictable (even when they are good). I'd love to find someone who mixes it up rather than using the same four chord system over and over again.
Imperative? A pair a lips. After that? It's apparent thit you aint really need nothin else to get on top of this So go pop your Cris' go break down you dubs ask twenty one questions when you in the club but dont get scared of that feelin of rejection at the intersection of fuck it and redemption it's like ascension, shawshank style without havin to slog through shit a quarter mile long, we belong with the company we keep so if you sweatin over seconds Then it's time for you to beef on with another one, ya i know its cumbersome but cultivation is the mother, what we both coming from so dont succumb to none, that dont hold your morals, many plant the seed, but its our soil.
let me step right in as i feel the beat bout to turn y'all into meat coz its eevee feat weezing smoking choking weed its our time of need throwing limes across downtown riding hard on these lines speaking truth like proof beats about to end but my head's going over the roof!!
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