a little something i wrote
One person band, i love throwin it down on the mic with a write.
Story behind the song
i dunno, i thought of a tight first couple lines, then went along with it and turned out pretty good
Lyrics
I don’t copp hot glocks
bust multiple shots
or smoke rock,
but the one thing I’m not is all talk
I’ll still knock you outa your socks
as I piece every part
to the puzzle like charades
rhymes exploding like a grenade
as I parade around your shade
its not dark or light
wrong or right
not a colour or a meaning
I see you seeming on edge
was it something I said
can I change the ways of the past that lead
to your silence right now aiite?
I’ll shift slight-ly to the left
you aint a rider, all you got is a bike
yet your mind thinks big
the problem is you cant get a gig
ick, uck like a slug
vomit on your new rug
see when I fail I shrug
it off and start new its not luck
purely skill
100 to nill
quickly coming in for a kill
sickly rhyming with a mill-ion word
absurd courage that should disperse
like a curse of a witch
I don’t snitch but I make multiple hits
my verbs scatter on the sheet
like pig to a platter
sheep to a shepherd
dots on a leopard
my rhymes are so sick they sever
my rhymes get bigger and bigger, a sicker of a singer…the rhymes that linger in my mind shine so light they make you blind I’m a one of a kind yet I still aint signed
yeah you heard it
not signed
but still I bust line after line
other MC’s keep trying
I’m not lying or buying into what you say
see I can make
statement after statement
about how my rhymes are gonna hit the pavement
and yours to the grave will be sent
my explosive self cant be bent
extraordinary verbs and words
but the verbal extraction from my trap
causes traction at that
fanatical action, the reaction
inside your brain
makes you go insane
not a game
but I’m still playin
you like a playa
come to my layer
soon thoughts turn to despair
if a hair on my head is hurt
you’d better hit a growth spurt
or my rhymes will squirt
like you the faggot jerkin your gerk
stop, lets rock this mic
psyche kerugma
my rhymes get bigger and bigger, a sicker of a singer…the rhymes that linger in my mind shine so light they make you blind I’m a one of a kind yet I still aint signed
