One take shit for a nob called Leady.
lol check it. bit patchy but this dude aint worth the effort of a good production.
Mainly Hiphop but i do spread out over all genres with my songwriting and guitar playing too. (not currently uploaded)
This is Instinctive Expression AKA Instinct...
Story behind the song
to demonstrate some selective wordplay for this amature fool.
Lyrics
A Hint of Instinct!
It just Figures, that he doesn’t know what counts,
His numbers up, If a vampire sucked that much he’d get gout.
Obviously I aggravate ya cos I made ya shout!
But I make ya pen fold, so you can call me danger mouth!
Ya business aint trimmed but you definitely got ya work cut out
for ya!
If ya really messin, I aint sorry for doubting ya
But I doubt that ya can ever be a profound master
you couldn’t be creative, if you were a sound-blaster!!
You aint got a Soul and I rip out ya Tongue.
I Boot this broken Shoe and he’s confused cos I Laced his brew with drugs!
You say your down to earth, but 6 feet just aint enough!
Your punches are more Judy dude, you’re a dummy to plain fuck off!
Its All About Assonance Alliteration And expression,
Class wordplay comes in many forms- I ‘take you down’ with a LESSEN!
Intellect's the essence but you’re poor like a slimy peasant,
And more bent than a crescent .. let me guess? Was that cool in '97?
You give me the impression that you’re simply wasting hours
You couldn’t be on another level if you were screwing Dane Bowers
I could rhyme every syllable and still make a better rap.
But its not my style, mainy pitiful and an ill waste like leady’s crap!
You can’t handle my complexity, too much for your childish mind,
Make your matter matter maybe you’ll make less mindless rhymes
The verdict is clear, this guy’s gay when he tries!
And I caught you like george micheal in a urinal with ya flies
Down, I find the time now, at a conference to write this really quick,
Doing two jobs at once, like you do, suckin a pair unhygienic dicks!
You stink like a fish and I’m off the scales with this!
And ya stupid shit couldn’t be heavy if I force fed you bricks.
Ya punches hit like a weak chick… you’re pathetic mrs. (misses)
Kinda Confess ya never get visits from the peeps in the business.
I see, you makin punchlines and tryn to find the line before,
But your raps sound more forced than a pig settling scores!
Sure, you think I’m shit, but that’s your lack of intellect
And whoever tipped you to win the contest musta been deaf!
and yes, you aint directing ya raps, so how are you dissin me?
But I don’t know shit about you either, but still direct it sufficiently!
If he’d take heed, he’ll heal his impeding speech
His shits so cheesy, must be cos his Penis reeks!
I seize ya head, like the original mortal kombat,
You a Spineless twat, I leave you tryin to get ya own back!
Ya fag of a dad bred with a butters slutty bitch…
So you were born to be sucking dick…
I don’t get it? Do you adore to be a fucking prick?
It’s a Miracle he’s still breathing, when his conceit exceeds this meaningless Preaching,
He gives us, I know he’s Religious, cos when I deliver he 'Be Leaving’
Just fuck off back to leeds in…
that hearse, I seen you sleeping in!
