Thursday, December 1, 2011

I think I might be getting better...

check it yo yo,

the topic willllllllll beeeeeeeeeeee...I don't know let me just write for fun a little.....

your rap is crap like you got shit to say
nothing but saliva bastards spit away
this ain't a game for fame I use wit to play
any fake no skilled hoe a mix like night hit the day
you critics can't classify or harm me
my lyrics will amplify and swarm thee
with more soul than the dead of the army
spitting blarney you ain't deep Barney
your barred see an hardly as smart as me
im the reincarnated version of Andrew Carnagie
like Snickers is helping the poor these bars are free
imprisoned in a system but got to much scars to see


warmed up now here we go.......lets create a chorus...




times passing an I don't know where im headed

everything's clashing an my life has been shredded

it felt slow mo today past moments played in my head

left confused I wonder if I shoulda stayed in my bed


yo,

been 9 days so far an shit don't make sense

trying to find my father time, but got no patience

wait since I was a kid I could remember

relations of anger and smoldering ember

I don't know though can't debate whether im hot

getting better or not? right now words stuck together I spot

problems everywhere infront and behind see

an epidemic is spreading embedding me blindly

not on lock just looking at the clock the hands bind me

not the type to act nice, but will flip you off kindly

half a man half a shadow stuck in the dust

half a plan full of sad woe crutches my lust

self disrupt needa get up before I destruct

self corrupt I can't just let myself erupt

looks like I gotta wait and gather my energy

searching for positivity or rather Identity...


times passing an I don't know where im headed

everything's clashing an my life has been shredded

it felt slow mo today past moments played in my head

left confused I wonder if I shoulda stayed in my bed


Sometimes I feel like a demon version of man

headed nowhere just screaming certain I span

into a thought I taught this is the one I shake with the diction

asking if have you heard of this murderous lake in description?

its great when position has you up over the edge

but fates contradiction has me falling closer to pledge

these fake mob sharks going crazy with no flow

as time sparks im starting to think maybe im loco

swimming across this world for 18 years making a livin

making decisions throwing bars down like im making a prison

frustration quickly becoming dissipation when given

beef fightin for my plate of cake in the kitchen

satan has driven all of this bacon addiction

raking the system cats bite like a snake with no vision

im stakin some wisdom im not here to fake my precision

you can quake in the fiction just don't take the constriction

im not playin just sayin we can make a brake if you listen...


times passing an I don't know where im headed

everything's clashing an my life has been shredded

it felt slow mo today past moments played in my head

left confused I wonder if I shoulda stayed in my bed

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