yes, i Had to make this track - just for creativity purposes and to make more appeal to my Audience.. lissen : "..whut they tell you now iz stuck-in-yo-brain//cuz they gotchu thinkin hiphop music iz suttin-it-aint.." .. purrrrre..
chorus:
they say i 'rap-in-my-sleep' cuz ima man-with-a-'dream'//
,enhanced-an-elite,fanz-in-the-street//
straight hastlin-me,i dont plan-whut-it-be//
you wont lisen to my lyrikz,but youll dance-to-my-beat//
you understand-whut-i-mean?so stop learnin-my-sample//
yawl only lit the candle?im burnin-the-mantel//
im serven-a-handful,yawl worthless-to-handle//
cuz tha censorshipz(sensored-chips)know thiz a perfect-example..
verse 1:
im violent-an-wikkid,tryin-to-spit-wit a wild-commitment//
defyin-religion an wishen ive trialed-a-christian//
im vile-an-rippin yo children with the finest-equipment//
so while-youll-lisen,youll know that my style-iz-sickened//
we rhyme-wit-diction,addition to the pilez-of-writtenz//
and i bet you never knew that im livest-at-spittin//
,and i set the very crew,where their talentz-are-missin//
,and im decken every fool until i balance-the-shipment//
you cowardz-aint-thinkin,why iz it happenin-though?//
you packin-a-stone?then why the hell you backin-up-for?//
keep rackin-ya-gold,cuz after ill be smackin-ya-jaw//
forget breathin youll be leaven with a gash-in-ya-throat//
attacken-the-law,you slow when im blasten-a-flow//
dont pack~gatz-at-a-show,cappin-a-four to leave ya katz-on-the-floor//
i aint stacken-up-doe,or aint passin-a-dro//
the only thing i got?iz rap-in-my-soul..
chorus 1x
verse 2:
yo im bout to show ya whut real,spittinz-about//
,you start beef?you gon leave wit ma fist-in-yo-mouth//
im rippin-you-clownz,and bounce while im switchin-the-sound//
even at my rap showz?i see yo chick-in-da-crowd//
flip-it-around?,then ill fire-a-gun-clap//
,ive done-that,cuz my style-iz-unmatched//
one-rap attacked tongue-lashed at some-katz//
ive "jizzed" on yo girlz 'spine' just to make a "come"'back'//
,you like a thumb-tack,we like a rusted-clip//
,we tuckin-chipz,cussin-spitz til we bust-yo-lipz//
but thaz all talk,you prolly trustin-the-game?//
,itz like you opening your mouth,but got nothin-to-say//
rapperz iz mainstream and frontin-the-same they chucken-the-paint//
,on the big picture while im only dustin-the-frame//
whut they tell you now iz stuck-in-yo-brain//
,cuz they gotchu thinkin hiphop music iz suttin-it-aint...
chorus 1x