Dis joint just ta release some thoughts, and overall let ya'll know who I am...
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
Welcome to Blazin World. Turn ya speakers up and open ya heart and soul..
Story behind the song
Just an inspirational joint ta explain who I am...lyrically and emotionally...
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My tongue is poison, bringin death to ya boys and/
Shyt may seem sickening but it's how I bring my noise in//
And I ain't toyin, when flowin unique/
Plus I'm like a bad coach ya'll don't get my technique//*whistle*
If my flame goes out, too bad for hip hop/
Cuz my lines can make da audience's hips hop//
Up and down, I'll have 'em spinnin around/
And if my flame eva dies then just destroy tha crown//
Cuz I'm hot now, no stoppin my momentum/
Plus most my line's are fresh like I stuck a mint in 'em//
Off tha top I'm sick, on paper I'm deep/
I'm takin dis industry ova like tha moisture in sleet//*rain*
I'm quick ta drop bars, can neva hesitate/
Manipulatin all my verbs when I elelevitate//
I'm complex, like tha concepts of my moms left/*punch landing*
So I neva act out, just spit my minds best//
[Hook]
(Improv talkin)
[Verse 2]
I get noticed like havin my ice scream out/
And I reward my audience like havin ice cream out//
I feed tha heat or seed to any bitch on dey knees/
back, or stomach, I will gun it while rippin frees//
Please see, I'll bleed like any other emcee/
Yet I'm immortal, like a portal in which niggaz believe//
I'll decapitate you, like a psycho's joy/
And always find heat like a missile thats sent ta destroy//uh!
Versatile, I'll hurt ya smile, smirk I ain't shy yo/
Plus laugh at sentimentals like "Kumbaya" jokes//
I worry fathers, cuz I will fuck spawn/
And make ya bitch catch tha pipe like she gettin dunked on!//BAM!
I'm neva scared, won't worry, can't flee or scurry/
Cuz if a situation gets hairy, I'll just make it more furry//
I can show no fear if I wanna cop dat green/
And show you tight wit pussies like I'm exposin teens//
[Hook]
(Improv Talkin)
[Verse 3]
You will neva get on my level, I continue ta rise/
Like flies, I'll have bullets buzzin around ya eyes//
My skills are prized by suppliers of mics/
So fuck tha haters, I just don't worry 'bout those fights//
I won't revise myself into a public disguise/
I depise wheneva that request starts ta arise//
I bring demise to all these lies/
I'll stay true to myself unlike tha french in those fries//
Oversize my skills, like calves to thighs/
Like a homeless emcee, my mic is my only supply//
I'll reach tha sky like tha sun in July/
Fans will rely on tha ideas that I imply//
Like a child wit no water and thirstin for knowledge/
The deepness of my words will put 'em through tha first grade of college//
Intelligence uses my tongue for storage/
And I eat throwback emcees, like Tom back again askin for more porridge//
[Hook]
(Improv Talkin)
