I go by G.A.M.B.L.E and I like to rap. I don't have a particular style of rap, I really tend to stay away from the typical gangasta persona that most dudes try to front with though.
Story behind the song
As a fan of hip hop, starting from the old school, I set out to write a track shouting out all my influences. So this was the result of my love of hip hop.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
They say knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone
so I bring common sense to all the daughters and the sons
make the planet rock with a force thats soul sonic
mastermind with sickest rhymes plague you boubonic
watch as I get on it with a groove that'll krush
ain't LL but my flow'll make them lil'mamas hush
a rap monster to the point my boys is beastie
you can't beat me with respect you have to greet me
by the time I'm done , dudes get all pissed and be stressin
claim they hip hop till I'm givin them a history lesson
they don't even know the half when I be sayin it slow
look at all the names I chose to say in this flow
most spit cars clothes h*** and all that other crap
I'm a hip hop legacy while all those others are rap
the way I serve it to you, you just gotta respect me
one that takes the mic and opperate it correctly
(Verse 2)
mic's a blade that I plan on rammin through you
cause you look clueless when I mention Bam and zulu
the fingers on my fist are called the furious five
like a grandmaster you'll see a flash when they hit your eyes
do I get surprised, no not really dude
this game is dog eat dog, and you're just mearly food
leavin weak ones scratchin they head like yo who is this
fools here to get a rep will get put out of business
kickin brand new flava in your ear til your lips can taste it
this is your moment of truth, I think it's time you face it
mama said so, so you're the one I'm gonna knock out
style's an instant classic like I am the college dropout
I wanna rock right now while cats is caperin
on dark raps, shine a mc's lyte, show you're paper thin
ain't no waitin when I bring statements in
your lack of skill is the reason why you hatin him
(Verse 3)
the flow be Hi-tek like half of reflection eternal
some spit sparks but my bars comprable to inferno
techniqe's immortal to the point you cursin my raps
a rhyme fiasco like my teacher's percival flatts
hurtin you cats with the sound of my voice
leave you ishin kittens though I'm 4 inches shorter than royce
short of rejoice, you ain't got too many options
could have whipped cream and cherries, but you still can't top him
the crew is so major though the size of the fort's minor
shine on stage, to the point you leave the show blinder
break flows down til they ain't sure they tightest
when asked of my teachers, I'll just say they poor and righteous
schooled by a guru to the turnes of an alchemist
learned through 36 chambers to fight without the fist
and on this long jorney to be one of the best
don't ask what my tribe is called, just know I'm on a quest
