I'm not your average MC, been spitting for over a decade and writing for way longer. Getting good with making beats and playing the electric guitar. Music is ev
What's up
Name is Lord Tenzo, and i've been doing this ever since i can remember. Started as a way to vent and move on with my life, but has quickly turned into the only thing that really defines me. Im getting good at guitar and been starting to make beats. Lived all over the place so my sound is real unique. Gangsta yet refined. I take this serious. I don't have any fear about not making it. Some people are meant to build cars, or catch footballs. I was born to rock crowds. Simple ya know?
Smoke Budz
-HB
Lyrics
Sometimes when I spit, ima close my eyes
It takes me to a place, when I know I try
Think that I know, when I don’t really know
When it comes to the point that I don’t really flow
Just me and a mic, and a stage and a hope
One dream, and a thought and a flow so soaked
Yo, know that I mean every word that I wrote
And Invoke for a chance, for my notes to be chose
So dope when I write, but I feel like it’s right
Cuz the words that recite, are a treat to the mic
Hope that I spoke when I rap this rhyme
provoked in a thought and it raptures time
I stand, now and before
For all that I need in this life to reform
Poor fam from the start, but I know what it’s for
Force fed to my heart that I know that it’s war
(Hook)
I stand, alone at the top
Watch, watch as they walk with they’ hopes in a box
Feel what I say from the heart to the pen
And I’m never gonna stumble, from start to the end
I stand, now as a man
Not a fucking word that you understand
scream at the pen for a voice to be heard
And it’s not what you want, but I know that it works
Sometimes when I spit, ima close my eyes
It takes me to a place, where I know I thrive
Hearing all the shouts of the crowd I drive
Fearing all the doubt of the mouth I mind
Mistook for another of the scenic flow
Tears in my eyes cuz I mean it bro
Mike’s Mic in my grip, and my flow unchecked
Spit raw from the heart with no regrets
heart beats so loud that I cant ignore her
Every single note, every shout in horror
Every single breath is a line I see
And every singe beat is a rhyme to me
Sick reign in the veins, never stop that pull
Thug love in the mind but I dropped that tool
Put pain on the shelf cuz I got that too
N’ if ya don’t understand then its not for you
Sometimes when I spit, ima close my eyes
Cuz it takes me to a place, where my flow aint lies
Where you are what you say, and you say what you mean
And every motherfucker aint a fucking fiend
Why do you lie, well I just cant tell
And I just can’t sell when you fucks can’t spell
Your rhymes so weak, that I just can’t speak
And I can’t believe, that you’re on TV
Spit hard from heart, thinking damn that’s wack
Well let me tell you something bout the bands that rap
You a thug from the hood, why ya mans aint strapped?
You a Crip from the cut, where ya band aids at?
Fake to bones, and ya lungs are sold
Every city on the globe, has a gun control
Issue to my mind, that you can’t be into
And you can’t escape the hood becuz it hangs within you
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