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I'm a 16 year old rapper whose style of rapping is similar to Earl Sweatshirt However i've been rapping like i have for around 5 years. I live in Brooklyn
I started writing lyrics when i was 12. I would go out freestyle with random people at parties etc. with a well knowing i wasn't that good. I've been boo'd at thrown out of places but i'm still determined to be great. Better than Great. I'm not like most of these other rapper who want to make it big just to have money and women. I want to become famous so i could help people and get my family out of where we are. I've seen too many homeless people in brooklyn alone begging for money and everytime i see that i think to myself if i had the money i would give it to him/her. Since then, i've been determined to do whatever it takes to reach the top. I've started recording songs but they aren't top notch so i'm now looking to take a step forward. I'm looking fo a producer who can help me get up a little bit. I'm known all throughout brooklyn underground but i want to come up from underground into the world.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #1,366
Peak in subgenre #112
Rights
Sync Productions
Uploaded
October 02, 2012
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:17
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Verse 1: Black cat is here for you Mr.Stuart Little Talking you your b*** Im doctor Dolittle Im that missing DLC to the game like a lost mycorrhiza playing with syringe pads while waiting for the pinky vid to buffer till then i'll suffer snap a knee limpin' on crutches he turns nothing to sh** with whatever he touches type of sh** that'll make 2 girls reveal their blushes lean in a styrofoam cup putting sh** down grab ya umbrella and give your phone up homer god damn it bart stop stealing shopping carts from the supermarket ET terminal extraterresstrial i dont f*** with b*** es unless the sessions sexual me versus a army their wondering where the rest of us resting in the hawk lab all we need is one to ensure a sum of L we have won bring a gun and tickle them n*** s tum and laugh it off with 2 bottles of red rum Got em running like that b*** in temple run Picture perfect features of a creature that likes it rough Life is tough to F's like f*** ing f*** Any luck foolish beliefs in such Grab to corpse and put it in a bunch Life's a hunch like a choice between snickers or crunch Treacherous trench the bench's a little cold Turn good girls bad like we in the grudge invert the grinch A .44 and a fuking lynch Put in sync Cherry Kool-Aid in the sink Skating rink the older i get the smaller my circle shrink shot behind ya ey before you think a mon wink at me he'll get shanked Lights a blank sheet covered in paint Verse 2: What goes around comes around That's how the saying go I go ham on these n*** s that's how the saiyan go Rugged flow crookeder than a f*** ing Roach's toe Hit the bar and flip over Joe Life's a low blow From a h*** just for show Ominous pattern of innies and outies though She was hotter than hot Now she's pluto cold Chuck Taylors And some nautica tags and some f*** ing cookie dough F*** ing b*** es all shapes and sizes And i'll murder you i don't f*** ing like surprises As the sunrises Residing on Bypasses Knock you n*** s down like dominoes on the launch pad Trying to stop me in an attempt to punch gas Still retaliate and punch harder than a nun slap Glass full of Gin and Juice and a bowl full of macaroni My birth was a ceremony A mp3 player and a pair of sony And where ever i land sh** will always be coney Slit throats of fonies Girls want my dick like their past thirst for ponies at the end of the day i guess were all lonely pick peppers with the piped piper and get Monique Money irrelevant deaf tone creamed With dubstep blasting ruining my ravioli She said she bad i told her show me They trynna keep me under the radar like im lowkey Never get pass me like a obese goalie Gather round kids uncle L's got a f*** ing story I once played a game that i couldn't lose I don't believe in fate but fate had to choose Now i'm bumping to beats sick flu's i got the blues F*** ing emo's not even f*** ing jews i mean yeah i respect the religion but my respect for the people are acute hey dude ill assume ill continue doing what i want to do (Freestyle)
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