Lyrics by: Solely Myth
Mixed by: Solely Myth
Beat by: Chemical
hip-hop my own way mo'faucko
What up? this here be Solely Myth. if you like to rap, just writin lyrics or spittin on the mic, or just like to hang out with peeps, then is one hell of a site to do that at
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Story behind the song
no real story
Lyrics
Into: In this world, rappin’s something that only a few can accomplish, big timers put you down, laugh, spit, and even throw you out. But you still gotta get back up onto ya feet and just keep on tryin…some people just don’t posses the ability. They quit after the 1st time, but im back for a second round and I aint goin down with out a fight to show yall that I can spit hardcore and hit the mic and so I’m like…
Hook[I’m standin up tall to be the greatest emcee this world will ever see, but that just plots the world against me/ My rhymes come priceless, Jesus Christ this/ kid thinks he’s hot, I’ll show him the ropes and hope he sees he’s not/]
Commin from the bottom to the top with sick rhymes that are all mine and that’s all that I got/ cuz everytime I get a shot I stand up and blow it, and each of my enemies knows it/ But this is my legacy and I’m takin it on, spittin for myself from dusk till dawn/ I’m still young but my rhymes are ill givin me another chance, but still/ I see these eyes from guys who despise me rest their eyes on me and my legacy, just waitin to put the world against me/
[hook]
Rags to riches, but really it’s a dream, I’m stayin in rags, or so it seems/ I got high hopes for these dope spits, but to the big timers these rhymes don’t mean shit/ Droppin tracks for friends who love my dumb rhymes, but I get so sick of these tricks sometimes/ Every now and then I hit up a cat and win, but we just kickin lines between friends/ if I don’t make it soon, I’ll be in the dirt digging ditches, but it helps to know that tagon is laggin in hittin the riches/
[hook]
Keep the flow goin till I cant stand on my own two feet, bein shunned by all yall, I still wont admit defeat/ Drop rhymes everytime I get a chance, but im not dope and even groupies just glance/ But I keep a smile on my face just to keep my sanity in place/ Hold a mic that cost less then the shirt on my back, but I constantly keep dropping tracks/ even though this shits leavin me in a position that puts me down and cripples my mission/ my shoulders can only bear so much so I’m letting loose and soon yall gun be fucked/
