Me looking out on the rap game, and seeing all the talent that's been failed in the past; wondering what would make me different. Props to Auditory for the beat.
ILLigitt
I'm a 19 year-old aspiring musician currently residing in Leavenworth, KS. I've been rapping since I was 13. I sucked at it until I was 14 and I've been good at it since I was 15. I've fucking ruled at it since I was 16 and I started getting better when I was 17. I became so amazing that I required a human sacrifice when I turned 18. I turned 19 and still have not received what is now my annual sacrifice, so now I refuse to keep making music until someone appeases me. My penis is several minutes long, and I am un-full of shit like you wouldn't believe.
www.caucasianprophet.com
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Best know that I'm testin those, who ain't got nothin better to do//
That sit around all day, postin on message boards//
No effort into this shit, you hopin for checks galore?//
You know that a second more you thinkin about it//
That you been drenched in sadness, but you'll be soaked in depression more//
Open it, test the door, ya callin in life//
Was nothin but a dream, a bark in the night//
Lookin off in the sky, wonderin, talkin and lyin//
About ya goals and ambitions, ya havin problems//
Tryin to focus that vision, people support you//
But it's not enough, you strive to be perfect//
Takin whole notebooks and lock 'em up//
And are my rhymes really worthless? Sometimes I feel//
Like I realized my music life isn't worth it//
And I don't even know what I'm babblin about//
Cuz I been livin my whole life in the shadow of my doubt//
[Hook 2x]
Wonderin if I'll ever meet my destined part//
And if I'm even lyrically fit to step to art//
Sharp thoughts are piercin, so my head is scarred//
But it healed over time, keep ya second thoughts//
[Verse 2]
At night when I go to sleep and lay down in my bed//
Dreamin in my rhyme notebook, surrounded by lead//
There's a clown in my head sayin I ain't gonna do this//
There's people who would die just to make it in music//
The shit that I listen to is my greatest influence//
My mind's the final say, sometimes it's speechless//
And it's such a struggle just to find a rhyme to say//
It got me feelin all lost and homeless//
World closin around me like I'm chlostrophobic//
Stop to notice, all the people tryin to make it//
Who's better than you, but they still strugglin//
And love to win, focus and head for the roof//
But never get ya hopes up, be ready to lose//
It's less of a let-down if you don't reach ya goal//
And more surprisin if you make it, but never give up//
And never waste a second of it because time could get away, kid//
Hook 2x
[Verse 3]
I get so much support, and props bearin truth//
Til I'm high and more gassed than a hot air balloon//
And I'm clouded from the world below me//
'Til I fall back down and only hatin words can hold me//
But I'll find a way out, self-motivation//
And 6 feet under just to try to stay down//
The second that I make it put the time and date down//
Cuz that's the moment that my dreams are no longer mine//
And they reality, every letter's on the line//
I want to shine, but alter my rhymes//
I'm not doin it, rock a spot to stop losin it//
My youth is it, I make the most of my time//
My life on CD, ain't no closin the blinds//
I'm a diamond in the ruff, hopin to shine//
My rhymes award winnin? Fuck a medal//
I'ma prove to y'all that I'm somethin special//
Hook 2x
