And now, for something completely different:
Rap Lyrics. Yes.
Read and review 'em please. I'm still working on it.
I fall down, trippin' around to the ground
Daddy must be proud
I'm somethin now
With the firemost flow
And the foremost glow
And the beat goes pow!
Pow for power
Every hour on the hour
Make something out of nothing
Or the **** gets sour
With the beat devoured
All of these rhymes, double time
Flow sublime and so divine
Got you runnin' for cover
Hidin' ya head, tryin' to find some other
Way to express
Your distress and the words and the rhymes
That seamlessly connect and entwine
In the essence, my presence
The very ascent into descent
Yeah, I'm hellbound with my knees bent
Jump, fall
Run away, don't drop the ball
Make you think you've missed your call-
-Ing. Wanna rap or sing or make rhymes that
Mean something in the grand scheme of things?
Don't be intimidated. You're just lesser and I'm inflated.
You're just a jester and your rhymes are dated.
You're just a heckler and I'm the main act.
What? Don't be hating. I can't help it that you are fading
Out the picture
You try to find a way to cut down my scripture
But you can't and you won't
Think you'll win, then you don't
You've been smoked
Like cannabis laced with PCP
Just wanted to chill, now ya grinding ya teeth
Just wanted to sleep now ya tearin ya sheets
Just wanted to live, now ya R.I.P.
And that's dead
Deader than your flow
Like some bloated ass carcass
Of a fish in his bowl
But you know
That rhymes are the first and foremost
And crimes are the reason you boast
But I'm real and that's why I got the most
Respect
Oh, I'm sorry, you want respect?
I got no respect for the dead
Now you're scratching your head
But you're over
Six feet under while I throw the dirt on ya
Six feet under while I spit on your grave
As you rant and rave and twist in your coffin
I'm sorry, but you must mistake me for someone
Who cares about you, though you're lesser and fallen
And the fallen don't rise even though they despise me
And try to defame me and harshly proclaim me
The one and the only USA public enemy
You think you're offending me?
I'll throw it back in your face 'til you're rotting in jail
Scribbling sad rhymes on the wall of your cell
Wishing for some way straight out of your hell
But it's hopeless
I throw the mic down leave my rhymes on the shelf
You pick it up now to embarrass yourself
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