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Y'all don't know me. I'm mostly a silent observer. I've been rapping for 13 years, but the past couple of years I've slipped into the realm of mediocre and content. Not caring about crafting my own bars and music as much as re-evaluating the scene, the people within that scene, and the people controlling it.
The few people that have heard my new content have given me nothing but praises, but I need a more critical eye. So, please, text battlers, review a couple of verses I've written up for my new album before I commit them to recordings and give me feedback. I respect the hip hop knowledge on these forums, and the trolls who mock it.
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Rappers Talking all that game but they never sacrifice
Real or fake, they playin both parts like hermaphrodites
Claiming they movin that clean and they actin right
But they waitin' on that green like a traffic light
I grew up in the trailer park, more fist fights than rocky ...
Through All my life, I got more haters than king Joffrey
But I'm too busy splittin that ice like I'm playing hockey
To notice your bitch sitting on me tight like a jockey
Notice the hyperbole, contrasts stark with passion
Real recognize real, and I craft more bars than blacksmiths
These kids on that fuck shit ratchets and cracksmiths
But I've been through more wood than hatches and axes
Y'all patchin hourly and rappin fallacies
Meanwhile I be tamin pussy like I'm Jackson galaxy
With this fire lookin for green, cappin salaries
Lookin at me salty, careful I'm packing calories
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I took a walk in the cold and barely made it
felt old and jaded, jeans old and faded
Burnin' bridges, they were old and makeshift
Dying young, cause youth is bold and sacred
Met a couple of angels, most of em imposters
Rather trust in a stranger than get lost in the nonsense
Leave it up to a devil to get lost in the conscience
If I listened to other people then I'm probably a monster
But I don't, cause I'm selfish, Underachiever
I've done dope, cause im selfish, no sudden reprieval
I stole guns cause I'm selfish and fuckin deceitful
I'm so sorry for the shit i've done, Because it's evil
I'm a grown man with more baggage than an airline
That's why the good ones split faster than a hairline
I must be a freak, a bastard in my spare time
I'd let you share minds but i can barely bear mine
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Hustler, my connections the types to order that
Plus I've been in more pockets than a quarterback
Claiming you a boss but you coppin forty sacks
I know the cost, 20 better get me 40 back
These rappers talk a big game, sound tough
But real kings ain't scared to put they crowns up
They ain't seen a pound dumped or pound fronts
Shit I've Gotten rid of more weed than roundup
Been grinding like this... since like a foot tall
And I Stay under these pigs skins like a football
Yeah Systems like this probably should fall
That's why I hung it up like a rude call
No matter whatever week the jobs same
So On my back is heat like Lebron James
I say all the right things in all the wrong ways
Shit I've been through more waves than Bombay
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My philosophy is skeptic, that's why I question these fakes
Then expose their true positions like a Patriots tape
Havin' haters is great -
On my D so hard youd'a thought they barely passed with the grade
Don't make the classic mistake
Get your shit flipped back like a laptop dislatched from its case
See I've seen the edge, and I've watched people shot
Seen a man drop his bags in the mall, and dive off a ledge (true shit)
The sound of his skull crackin, the blowback of his legs
Or the whiz of a bullet as it misses but it goes past my head
infinite trauma, it begets infinite growth
you can survive the drama but lose something as simple as hope
Hear the sounds of your demons whisper These lights flicker and choke
but the memories never die, It's the only real hint of a ghost
And if rap is about money, then you can cash me out
For me it's just simple release to get shit past me now
The wrongs in my life, they've u turned and circled around
For all the good that I've done, I could never hurdle it down
Never thought I'd be so preachy,
But fuck god -
if I don't help how can I expect others to keep reaching?
Through all the people I've hurt, and all the love I betrayed
Around me I see a civil war, shackles and chains
People whipped and ashamed
Cultures colliding on which divisions to claim
Humans, simple and plain
Yet within lies the spark, the wic and the blaze
What I'm sayin is, we all got our dicks in the flame
so get your head out your asses and your fists in the game
This rap shit, child's play, kids on the stage
I keep it real, adult shit, and live with the pain
The few people that have heard my new content have given me nothing but praises, but I need a more critical eye. So, please, text battlers, review a couple of verses I've written up for my new album before I commit them to recordings and give me feedback. I respect the hip hop knowledge on these forums, and the trolls who mock it.
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Rappers Talking all that game but they never sacrifice
Real or fake, they playin both parts like hermaphrodites
Claiming they movin that clean and they actin right
But they waitin' on that green like a traffic light
I grew up in the trailer park, more fist fights than rocky ...
Through All my life, I got more haters than king Joffrey
But I'm too busy splittin that ice like I'm playing hockey
To notice your bitch sitting on me tight like a jockey
Notice the hyperbole, contrasts stark with passion
Real recognize real, and I craft more bars than blacksmiths
These kids on that fuck shit ratchets and cracksmiths
But I've been through more wood than hatches and axes
Y'all patchin hourly and rappin fallacies
Meanwhile I be tamin pussy like I'm Jackson galaxy
With this fire lookin for green, cappin salaries
Lookin at me salty, careful I'm packing calories
----------------------
I took a walk in the cold and barely made it
felt old and jaded, jeans old and faded
Burnin' bridges, they were old and makeshift
Dying young, cause youth is bold and sacred
Met a couple of angels, most of em imposters
Rather trust in a stranger than get lost in the nonsense
Leave it up to a devil to get lost in the conscience
If I listened to other people then I'm probably a monster
But I don't, cause I'm selfish, Underachiever
I've done dope, cause im selfish, no sudden reprieval
I stole guns cause I'm selfish and fuckin deceitful
I'm so sorry for the shit i've done, Because it's evil
I'm a grown man with more baggage than an airline
That's why the good ones split faster than a hairline
I must be a freak, a bastard in my spare time
I'd let you share minds but i can barely bear mine
--------------------------
Hustler, my connections the types to order that
Plus I've been in more pockets than a quarterback
Claiming you a boss but you coppin forty sacks
I know the cost, 20 better get me 40 back
These rappers talk a big game, sound tough
But real kings ain't scared to put they crowns up
They ain't seen a pound dumped or pound fronts
Shit I've Gotten rid of more weed than roundup
Been grinding like this... since like a foot tall
And I Stay under these pigs skins like a football
Yeah Systems like this probably should fall
That's why I hung it up like a rude call
No matter whatever week the jobs same
So On my back is heat like Lebron James
I say all the right things in all the wrong ways
Shit I've been through more waves than Bombay
------------------------------
My philosophy is skeptic, that's why I question these fakes
Then expose their true positions like a Patriots tape
Havin' haters is great -
On my D so hard youd'a thought they barely passed with the grade
Don't make the classic mistake
Get your shit flipped back like a laptop dislatched from its case
See I've seen the edge, and I've watched people shot
Seen a man drop his bags in the mall, and dive off a ledge (true shit)
The sound of his skull crackin, the blowback of his legs
Or the whiz of a bullet as it misses but it goes past my head
infinite trauma, it begets infinite growth
you can survive the drama but lose something as simple as hope
Hear the sounds of your demons whisper These lights flicker and choke
but the memories never die, It's the only real hint of a ghost
And if rap is about money, then you can cash me out
For me it's just simple release to get shit past me now
The wrongs in my life, they've u turned and circled around
For all the good that I've done, I could never hurdle it down
Never thought I'd be so preachy,
But fuck god -
if I don't help how can I expect others to keep reaching?
Through all the people I've hurt, and all the love I betrayed
Around me I see a civil war, shackles and chains
People whipped and ashamed
Cultures colliding on which divisions to claim
Humans, simple and plain
Yet within lies the spark, the wic and the blaze
What I'm sayin is, we all got our dicks in the flame
so get your head out your asses and your fists in the game
This rap shit, child's play, kids on the stage
I keep it real, adult shit, and live with the pain
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