Just a rookie emcee with developing skillzI dont have a big headpeep for yourself
Sup, peeps. I'm just a 19 year old college student at ASU (Arizona State University). I just started rapping about a year ago and do it as a hobby. Most my trax are over instrumentals off the internet that I just write lyrics for. I self produce it at home with a low-end program. Feel free to leave replies and comments...positive or negative. The shit always helps.
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InFormation
Story behind the song
Just spittin over instrumental.
Lyrics
Word by word, I elevate like escalators ~
No physical movements generated ~
My mental segregates in harmony like religious congregations ~
Contenders better pray for blessings before this Hell Spawn terminates ¡®em ~
I stay focused like meditations¡but I¡¯m Not From Concentrations ~
The rappin Tropicana eliminates all imitations ~
Consistent relentlessness¡resistant to limitations ~
Flow like rivers in simulations laid down with pens and papers ~
Honest explanations¡never lie about sexual relations ~
That¡¯s how I limit hesitations ~ double-edged tongue swift like metal razors ~
I¡¯m quick to spit sick wit¡¯ venom gauges ~
Poisonous liquid infects written pages like it¡¯s contagious ~
To replace InFormation would be quickly stated as outrageous ~
Hook 1x: You can¡¯t hold this...I¡¯m like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo¡So put an X next to the box that says I¡¯ll drop ya, fatal ~
Mic acrobatics flip like tossed coins to get rich ~
Heads couldn¡¯t get this if my lyrics were murder weapons and they had death wishes ~
My love for this music is equivalent to wet kisses ~
While most emcees today don¡¯t forget business and should regret spittin¡¯ ~
Jet propelled missions, I spin heads with compositions ~
Direct ears to listen while minds still pay attention ~
I take mental expeditions to reach the inner realms of hip-hop ~
Sentimental propositions with intentions to avoid miscon- ~
Ceptions, I¡¯m lettin¡¯ my sentence present the Defcon ~
1 Alert, outrageously hurt all fake emcees ~
I¡¯m made to be the bright shine on rap¡¯s parade of G¡¯s ~
Hearin¡¯ that foul shit flagrantly makes me rap angrily ~
Makes me wanna hang the game upside down, dangling ~
Detangling knots so rap¡¯s DNA can be straight and sane again ~
Hook 1x: You can¡¯t hold this...I¡¯m like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo¡So put an X next to the box that says I¡¯ll drop ya, fatal ~
My objectives too complex to grasp the fast motion that pass ya ~
Vision, I¡¯m spittin¡¯ selections too potent for NASA ~
Attach the microphone retracta¡¯ to rap fasta, act as the mass enhanca¡a glance ~
I trance, ya¡¯ þu stance couldn¡¯t match this commander while I snatch the ransom ~
I make handsome rappers look froggy, frontin like they saw me ~
The advent, the answer with syllable protein like raw meat, I draw heat¡slander ~
With raw speech, meander across tall peaks, and all peeps, I challenge ya¡~
Across the stratosphere, I¡¯ll damage ya, shatter clear ~
Eyesight¡ya ears couldn¡¯t handle, ya...scattered fears ~
Turn in to battered tears leering down to where ya ass is near ~
Lyrically rape emcees until they crack is smeared ~
All over the place¡multidimensional rotors is placed ~
In position to rotate and power the roads in this space ~
Movin slow at this pace¡for me ~
But you¡¯ll see¡the speed¡¯ll snatch the skin off ya face ~
I spin off, no trace and no case¡no graceful vow out ~
Lace tracks like coke up ya nose to make ya wild out¡then make u die down slowly¡~
Bow out.
Hook 1x: You can¡¯t hold this...I¡¯m like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo¡So put an X next to the box that says I¡¯ll drop ya, fatal ~
