I'm too much a coward to take the cowards way out So I'mma stay drugged up until my liver gives out Get a g a week but my rent still late What was I doing? Usin up weight Wastin on the reup Usin my gs up Now I work with nothing, jesus Can't even get any work, it ain't easy Get to wondering if the world needs me We could end it all, so easy But when I grab the knife fear sieze me Guns scare me, but I gotta keep one near me You hear me?! I keep one near me! You done wanna test my balls Try me get blown like a 8-ball Callin on your boys that aint a issue Auto clips o' hollow tips rip ya tissue
The fuck dog? you a joke I'd say I'd smoke you like a blunt but you wouldn't even last a toke and I ain't talkin bout a bong when I say I hit and choke get jumpy like a frog an soon you gon croak get to dumpin wit the chopper and dump ya in a moat or maybe contract it out for a note to one o' my westside boys that keep fire in they coat lay you on boards all the rats jump the boat and he junk what 'e tote cuz we can get more and gettin caught is a no, ya know? I don't just go this hard on the flow, I'll lay you on the flo' or grab the fo and lift you out the do' and that's no mo of you pitiful games I riddle you lames with holes and get up in your dames then do the same to your mane sippin on sumtin don't stay in the lane but I keep movin fast cuz the boys aint playin and I ain't either, hollow tips strike at the heart like jay and ether, say you smokin on beasters? I'm smokin king larry cop the egg like easter
Click clack paddy whacked throw my dog a bone Trick clapped, sadly fact, forget all that you know You could get that ratatat even in your own home Maybe that'ya get jacked and buy back your zone Runnin shit out here Gunnin ya without any fear Stunnin numbers in my ear Stomach fillt wit clear No beer liqour, specially eighteen and a fo o' lean poured up in the sprite bottle, I swerve and I speed I burden the seats, work and heat burn purple weed Under the influence? Yessir, yes officer, yes indeed Now you die for my greed, we dont play in the D can't fuck wit the mitten I'm servin the whole LP Burnin fools like CDs, if you need anything, see me Snitches cant see me, I don't even sell, just see green Now it stop being green, white checks tan envelopes Only time I check the product is if I want some dope But all I want is dough, feel me? I could always use mo'
I'm on a mission when I step off in the kitchen Tryna get a million just from cookin chickens Got me smokin good kush cuz I'm a good cook And my ticket low so ol boy say good looks Po on the water, so you know i got the bubble bags On the bubble up cuz I can make it bubble back Thassa double up so I'm lookin at a couple stacks Boys want trouble so I copped myself a couple straps I'm talking bout carbines and machine pistols Can't play the flute, but I can make the beam whistle Leave ya bean missin but the hood seemed to miss it Nobody seen shit, talk and they don't e'en listen Cops see a whiteboy and don't think that I be hurtin people They donkno that I got a black plug that murder people Or that I'm really a thug, and that i murder people Stay the fuck out my way when I be working evil
I would bring the drums a little bit back, move the synths up, and add a bit more bass. I'm really liking the beat, but it'd be nicer to rap over (for me at least) if you adjusted it a little.
I would bring the drums a little bit back, move the synths up, and add a bit more bass. I'm really liking the beat, but it'd be nicer to rap over (for me at least) if you adjusted it a little.
Yeah, I noticed the lack of bass when I was listening thought a better set of speakers. I'm adding a new bass part to add to what I already have, then I set the mixer to make it more balanced, frankly I forgot to pan the tracks, what an embarrassment. .__.;
It's that t-r-e to the j-o call me young tray cuz I be serving all the yayo call me t-3 cuz I fuck with codeine Can't call me a j but I fuck wit all the dope fiends Yall don't even know what fuckin wit dope means You be cuttin up the coke giving people nose bleeds i don't touch shit, my coke is so clean Might add a little soda to get some mo green But I'm cookin that, ya know what i mean? I ain't looking back, just keep on rolling An that's why ya boy never touched by police never been in holding my game is so sweet So I'm rollin up sweets, Rollin down the street blowin smoke out the windows, blowin smoke out the heat Slowin to grab some mo weed then smashing wit my feet Blastin the speaks, rappin like my ass bout to asleep Goin slow on the flow cuz I'm too high to think But i just drink another fo and keep on going Towing so much looks like my shocks are going But if ya try to strut on me I'm already cocked And plenty cocky ain't got a prob knockin yo block Walkin off wit ya stock, sure I can get it off Cuz I'm a young street flame and you boys are like moths
Stop, drop, and get ready to roll Cuz I'm spittin fire goin outta control No, you can't blow out my flames Try to douse me and I'm burnin ya brains all my enemies slain, I'm victorious They whine while they wane, lyin before us cryin before us cuz they dyin before us My city asks why my poor sons bore guns cuz the sums before us were enormous Had to collect more of what distorts us The root of all evil, the love of more bucks turn my thoughts morbid, conscience more dim floor him if he ain't on his way with more yen In a den of thieves men fall like the leaves Very few don't get sieved, but more are conceived a piece means no peace, step out the cycle or cease Cuz the vile cycle of greed will only leave you deceased
[code]It's murder on the track like jack tha ripper But im somethin more like a gangsta jack tripper a hustler, notorious stack flipper, blast an dipper Redact whispers with a pistol, a head cracka and splitter I don't really boast of murders in real life But I feel like im talking to myself when im on the mic Or having the conversations that I wish I could have or that I tried to relate an they couldn't understand Its all in my head, an extension of my own insanity They hear what I said but think o' what they demand of me So my adventures come delivered through verbal medium How I defeated em, beseeched and believed in em Let down and left to bleed by em, demeaned by em Stand on my own and speak to myself, relieved of em Probably won't be grieved by em, but who needed em? Not me, street janitor, I'll sweep em an be clean of em[/code]
I'm going to try write a hook and some more verses and make a sing out of this one.
I got that sticky hairy green, check ya spice rack I can guarantee you don't have shit like that One hitter quitter, from blueberry to vanilla and that's anything but, HIGH high forrealla I got the bananas and bongos fo ya so called gorillas Get tha fuck outta here, I fuck wit real killas Put it in the pot, make it double and rock quick If you on shit, get lost quick, boy you is not slick An I got shit that'll wet ya mop, clean you off bitch fully automatic don't even gotta cock this Bustin off slugs like a lotta little rockets Hit ya in the chest, knock ya eyes out their sockets bourgeois muthafucka hit ya in the pen pocket, you not shit I don't botch it even off sniff I got this None yall can touch me, lyrically, crimnally Hook yall sublimnally, dopefiend you finna be
I've been playing a lot of simon says lately, anybody game? (One person pouts out an arbitrary number of words/topics, next person writes a verse incorporating all of them and gives words for the next person)
Quarter for seven, on front so I pay eight An I get it off so me an my dog both ate Sniff by sniff, rock by rock, hard or soft Boys run up drawn two flames like a moth Get it? Nah you sittin with thirty six chunks g seventeens two degrees that kinda month altho summer for the shooters, powdered up zooters bummin on them twofers, paper up Get a way ta get away, from all the dust portraits of my bust on the bus they wanna bust lustful green eyes plottin out where I ride wearin disguise I swear these guys tellin lies even told my momma, they jus about drama cuz I spit like a llama, not fond of comin offa rather not fond of givin up lettin parchment exodus Sex an drugs, sit an muse, confused by this reckless stuff
Yall gettin in the way, gowan an eat my vapes, I'll jet ahead to set the pace an let yall chase, an racing to the bread might catch ya a case but ya gotta risk it all to ball, that's what I say an I follow my advice, steady rollin the dice Hollow look in my eyes blood flowin colder than ice Seventeen shots release ya hold on ya life told ya it's shief, please beware of tha light It'll guide ya to salvation, send ya to hell your mind's elevation or your funeral bells elation never came for me, only despair witnessing the wanton consecration of vulgar affairs and all that entails, still hold ya head proudly if my heart fails I let the last beats ring loudly Ya can't down me, I won't ever be defeated Now an forever, the throne is where I'm seated
Word. I would post/critique more, but I hate posting and critiquing lyrics when I can't hear them. It's kind of dumb, but I've gotten so obsessive about the rhythm and sound of my writing lately that it doesn't feel right.
Word. I would post/critique more, but I hate posting and critiquing lyrics when I can't hear them. It's kind of dumb, but I've gotten so obsessive about the rhythm and sound of my writing lately that it doesn't feel right.
I feel you, I mostly post just because I don't carry pen and paper and nneed to get the stuff out of my head. Maybe I should just start spitting into my phone everytime I get an idea.
Right now I'm movin so the world can remember I make what you get per annum this september They keep on coming with new orders, annuit coeptis an we'll be crossin borders, run far or accept us they can set those cordons, try to arrest us the moves reflect their thoughts, telegraph the message right now ain't got a vestige, not movin reckless but I keep switching up, finger twitch like I'm restless Itchin to get shit on, can't linger got investments Might catch one pitching but ya cant finger who the rest is talk on my ascension, snitch go and bleat some secrets my intentionsll be to get ya heat ya when you sleeping catch ya boy alone, beat im until he secretes yo location permanent vacation in paradise cuz this is my vocation I make arrangements, then my lane shifts toward derangement this anger makes me insane, I'm painful to play with This one was bothering me all night while I was working, had to write it down.
I need a beat for this one, if anyone wants to throw something at me.
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in dope I cant cope I cant cope
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in smoke I cant cope I cant cope
I don't sleep at night, I just cry silently could've died at birth, well why didn't he? they all take guesses, but they all missin me why am I the only soldier without a mission b? engine full throttle til I choke on emissions liq out the bottle til I have no more visions push the auto until I drive with the fishes fuck tomorrow I can't vibe with you bitches fuck the bible, fuck your lies an yo wishes I can lie to myself, can't rely on no bitches struggle to survive, it's a war of attrition what can I divide when I ain't done addition? how can I pay dues with no food in the kitchen? If I'm already down, how can a fool be slippin? say "man you trippin" but don't ring the alarm damn all you bitches get the fuck off my gar I can't cope
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in dope I cant cope I cant cope
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in smoke I cant cope I cant cope
I can't cope with reality, in reality seeing my own incompatible duality unpalatable but I eat the plate handed me babblin, feedin my own insanity trapped in my head, overstandin me? I don't understand why they all mad at me If I fall so hard, why you ain't grab at me? when I ball so hard, why you ain't balance me? fuck, I'm long off the balance beam already know the answers, so answer candidly bi-polar, operating manically erratically, clarity appears magically while I'm staggerin off the wagon seat I walk between a dragons teeth the goal is the gold, guess I gotta go through shit but I still can't cope, hope that you know this
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in dope I cant cope I cant cope
I can't cope Drowning in a sea of false hope I can't cope So I drown myself in smoke I cant cope I cant cope
Comments
I'm too much a coward to take the cowards way outSo I'mma stay drugged up until my liver gives out
Get a g a week but my rent still late
What was I doing? Usin up weight
Wastin on the reup Usin my gs up
Now I work with nothing, jesus
Can't even get any work, it ain't easy
Get to wondering if the world needs me
We could end it all, so easy
But when I grab the knife fear sieze me
Guns scare me, but I gotta keep one near me
You hear me?! I keep one near me!
You done wanna test my balls
Try me get blown like a 8-ball
Callin on your boys that aint a issue
Auto clips o' hollow tips rip ya tissue
Click clack paddy whacked throw my dog a boneTrick clapped, sadly fact, forget all that you know
You could get that ratatat even in your own home
Maybe that'ya get jacked and buy back your zone
Runnin shit out here Gunnin ya without any fear
Stunnin numbers in my ear Stomach fillt wit clear
No beer liqour, specially eighteen and a fo o' lean
poured up in the sprite bottle, I swerve and I speed
I burden the seats, work and heat burn purple weed
Under the influence? Yessir, yes officer, yes indeed
Now you die for my greed, we dont play in the D
can't fuck wit the mitten I'm servin the whole LP
Burnin fools like CDs, if you need anything, see me
Snitches cant see me, I don't even sell, just see green
Now it stop being green, white checks tan envelopes
Only time I check the product is if I want some dope
But all I want is dough, feel me? I could always use mo'
I'm on a mission when I step off in the kitchenTryna get a million just from cookin chickens
Got me smokin good kush cuz I'm a good cook
And my ticket low so ol boy say good looks
Po on the water, so you know i got the bubble bags
On the bubble up cuz I can make it bubble back
Thassa double up so I'm lookin at a couple stacks
Boys want trouble so I copped myself a couple straps
I'm talking bout carbines and machine pistols
Can't play the flute, but I can make the beam whistle
Leave ya bean missin but the hood seemed to miss it
Nobody seen shit, talk and they don't e'en listen
Cops see a whiteboy and don't think that I be hurtin people
They donkno that I got a black plug that murder people
Or that I'm really a thug, and that i murder people
Stay the fuck out my way when I be working evil
It's that t-r-e to the j-ocall me young tray cuz I be serving all the yayo
call me t-3 cuz I fuck with codeine
Can't call me a j but I fuck wit all the dope fiends
Yall don't even know what fuckin wit dope means
You be cuttin up the coke giving people nose bleeds
i don't touch shit, my coke is so clean
Might add a little soda to get some mo green
But I'm cookin that, ya know what i mean?
I ain't looking back, just keep on rolling
An that's why ya boy never touched by police
never been in holding my game is so sweet
So I'm rollin up sweets, Rollin down the street
blowin smoke out the windows, blowin smoke out the heat
Slowin to grab some mo weed then smashing wit my feet
Blastin the speaks, rappin like my ass bout to asleep
Goin slow on the flow cuz I'm too high to think
But i just drink another fo and keep on going
Towing so much looks like my shocks are going
But if ya try to strut on me I'm already cocked
And plenty cocky ain't got a prob knockin yo block
Walkin off wit ya stock, sure I can get it off
Cuz I'm a young street flame and you boys are like moths
Stop, drop, and get ready to rollCuz I'm spittin fire goin outta control
No, you can't blow out my flames
Try to douse me and I'm burnin ya brains
all my enemies slain, I'm victorious
They whine while they wane, lyin before us
cryin before us cuz they dyin before us
My city asks why my poor sons bore guns
cuz the sums before us were enormous
Had to collect more of what distorts us
The root of all evil, the love of more bucks
turn my thoughts morbid, conscience more dim
floor him if he ain't on his way with more yen
In a den of thieves men fall like the leaves
Very few don't get sieved, but more are conceived
a piece means no peace, step out the cycle or cease
Cuz the vile cycle of greed will only leave you deceased
Now here's my main gal, and she's just about ready to crack
down on your sentences like a truck train to a track,
if ya ain't, I mean aren't, grammatically correct thatRed ink will show your neglect and mark that notepad
Five hundred sentences per second insensitive fingertipsRip across the board clicking quickly without a slip
when she finishes mangling and untangling your P-O-SYou'll probably dangle your flesh from a tree, or scream in distress
But im somethin more like a gangsta jack tripper
a hustler, notorious stack flipper, blast an dipper
Redact whispers with a pistol, a head cracka and splitter
I don't really boast of murders in real life
But I feel like im talking to myself when im on the mic
Or having the conversations that I wish I could have
or that I tried to relate an they couldn't understand
Its all in my head, an extension of my own insanity
They hear what I said but think o' what they demand of me
So my adventures come delivered through verbal medium
How I defeated em, beseeched and believed in em
Let down and left to bleed by em, demeaned by em
Stand on my own and speak to myself, relieved of em
Probably won't be grieved by em, but who needed em?
Not me, street janitor, I'll sweep em an be clean of em[/code]
I'm going to try write a hook and some more verses and make a sing out of this one.
I got that sticky hairy green, check ya spice rackI can guarantee you don't have shit like that
One hitter quitter, from blueberry to vanilla
and that's anything but, HIGH high forrealla
I got the bananas and bongos fo ya so called gorillas
Get tha fuck outta here, I fuck wit real killas
Put it in the pot, make it double and rock quick
If you on shit, get lost quick, boy you is not slick
An I got shit that'll wet ya mop, clean you off bitch
fully automatic don't even gotta cock this
Bustin off slugs like a lotta little rockets
Hit ya in the chest, knock ya eyes out their sockets
bourgeois muthafucka hit ya in the pen pocket, you not shit
I don't botch it even off sniff I got this
None yall can touch me, lyrically, crimnally
Hook yall sublimnally, dopefiend you finna be
I've been playing a lot of simon says lately, anybody game? (One person pouts out an arbitrary number of words/topics, next person writes a verse incorporating all of them and gives words for the next person)
Quarter for seven, on front so I pay eightAn I get it off so me an my dog both ate
Sniff by sniff, rock by rock, hard or soft
Boys run up drawn two flames like a moth
Get it? Nah you sittin with thirty six chunks
g seventeens two degrees that kinda month
altho summer for the shooters, powdered up
zooters bummin on them twofers, paper up
Get a way ta get away, from all the dust
portraits of my bust on the bus they wanna bust
lustful green eyes plottin out where I ride
wearin disguise I swear these guys tellin lies
even told my momma, they jus about drama
cuz I spit like a llama, not fond of comin offa
rather not fond of givin up lettin parchment exodus
Sex an drugs, sit an muse, confused by this reckless stuff
Yall gettin in the way, gowan an eat my vapes,I'll jet ahead to set the pace an let yall chase,
an racing to the bread might catch ya a case
but ya gotta risk it all to ball, that's what I say
an I follow my advice, steady rollin the dice
Hollow look in my eyes blood flowin colder than ice
Seventeen shots release ya hold on ya life
told ya it's shief, please beware of tha light
It'll guide ya to salvation, send ya to hell
your mind's elevation or your funeral bells
elation never came for me, only despair
witnessing the wanton consecration of vulgar affairs
and all that entails, still hold ya head proudly
if my heart fails I let the last beats ring loudly
Ya can't down me, I won't ever be defeated
Now an forever, the throne is where I'm seated
Right now I'm movin so the world can rememberI make what you get per annum this september
They keep on coming with new orders, annuit coeptis
an we'll be crossin borders, run far or accept us
they can set those cordons, try to arrest us
the moves reflect their thoughts, telegraph the message
right now ain't got a vestige, not movin reckless
but I keep switching up, finger twitch like I'm restless
Itchin to get shit on, can't linger got investments
Might catch one pitching but ya cant finger who the rest is
talk on my ascension, snitch go and bleat some secrets
my intentionsll be to get ya heat ya when you sleeping
catch ya boy alone, beat im until he secretes yo location
permanent vacation in paradise cuz this is my vocation
I make arrangements, then my lane shifts toward derangement
this anger makes me insane, I'm painful to play with
This one was bothering me all night while I was working, had to write it down.
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in dope
I cant cope
I cant cope
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in smoke
I cant cope
I cant cope
I don't sleep at night, I just cry silently
could've died at birth, well why didn't he?
they all take guesses, but they all missin me
why am I the only soldier without a mission b?
engine full throttle til I choke on emissions
liq out the bottle til I have no more visions
push the auto until I drive with the fishes
fuck tomorrow I can't vibe with you bitches
fuck the bible, fuck your lies an yo wishes
I can lie to myself, can't rely on no bitches
struggle to survive, it's a war of attrition
what can I divide when I ain't done addition?
how can I pay dues with no food in the kitchen?
If I'm already down, how can a fool be slippin?
say "man you trippin" but don't ring the alarm
damn all you bitches get the fuck off my gar I can't cope
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in dope
I cant cope
I cant cope
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in smoke
I cant cope
I cant cope
I can't cope with reality, in reality
seeing my own incompatible duality
unpalatable but I eat the plate handed me
babblin, feedin my own insanity
trapped in my head, overstandin me?
I don't understand why they all mad at me
If I fall so hard, why you ain't grab at me?
when I ball so hard, why you ain't balance me?
fuck, I'm long off the balance beam
already know the answers, so answer candidly
bi-polar, operating manically
erratically, clarity appears magically
while I'm staggerin off the wagon seat
I walk between a dragons teeth
the goal is the gold, guess I gotta go through shit
but I still can't cope, hope that you know this
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in dope
I cant cope
I cant cope
I can't cope
Drowning in a sea of false hope
I can't cope
So I drown myself in smoke
I cant cope
I cant cope