Look i never meant to harm anyone with my lines All i ever wanted to do was spit these rhymes When i die i will know itms my time Honestly if i died now i would be fine Depression has a lock on my mind I was taught to always be kind My only dream as a kid was to be signed. But i can't lie and talk about money and women Because i get none If i got some i wouldn't know what to do with it I'm out of breath i think i need to sit. As i contemplate my fate i hope you relate It's all a mindset put a bet and don't fret Happiness starts with you I used to believe i was a fool and a tool Talking to every girl that was around They used to say i was dropout bound Right they were but now they love my sound That was a lie Sometimes i just want to cry I'm honestly not fly I wear my chucks that i got from the swapmeet Everyone looks at me like i'm not neat I'm just a freak, a geek, i'm weak, and a tweak I need to be more positive My best friend i don't talk to him I wish he was still with us He was the only one that i could trust But he wanted to fo and bust But that's life A constant struggle and strife I hope my music takes flight Just when you were a kid flying a kite.
We are here looking for the best two o's as eyes keving gates a man for pride i feel the pain in your eyes your cords yanked your ambition janked girls mane tough tames hard days like the days i laid smoking loathing. Still im born trained to kill lift that bill on your hat. Whats your worth on the mat? You aint got that skin worth more than to binge! Singe me cig on the ash u gotta make ur way back home. Ur far done. But look at the sun is it worth the run around the heat the streets and nothing but blood and meat. What are you gonna do for the creek? I feel its hollow under im drowning. Too far under to be sounding the pounding of the waves too many friends turned sour its like a plauge turn that to rage. Get down with the sickness but move about in swiftness here take this mask just dont forget im only here for a second cause its the purge elecetion its 4th quarter beast are roamimg the streets electrical mauraders heavely disorder oh lawd oh lawd its frowned upon but upon this moment no soul shall be left showless i told you all i tried to come to for told this!
Imma rap god to you rap guys Lean ya ass back and you can get baptised In a bath full of lean I wash away all the rap lies All the Kane's and fake Mary's will be chastised In a fire built from truth and honesty There aint a ninja in the game who can stay as calm as me I stay true and keep all my promises Transparency is key thats what Obama says Catch me with a Ki tucked away in my Mommas crib I sting like a bee just like Muhammid did R.I.P. to a beast gotta pay my hommages Slay the game thats what time it is Type as I think forget where the comma is You ninjas bustin blanks who cares where the condom is I could keep goin to till KaW dies out Rap u itches to death and watch you all dry out. The realist ninja in the game you should all cry out Respect the truth and the real its my time now.
Yeah that was pretty dope till he called himself calm when it doesn't seem that way. And apart from the "ninja" parts it was good
I am calm. Its hard to interpret a flow when you just reading, but its nice and smooth, no yellin or anything to hype for that verse.
There once was a lad from Rhone Whose odor he'd rather disown Now he's taming his poo By anointing the loo And now happily sits on his throne **Disclaimer** In the middle of an epic poop and reading the back of a POO-POURRI® Bottle
Just read this whole thread over, you know what I realized? None of what you wrote synful can't be compared to none my bars. You suck, get off this thread
And please by pass the filter with inaccurcate statments u dont know to make ur points valid to be a credible smart person to fit into this "cypher" really think bout it bud.
You both are arguin well do it with a beat Me,Static and the others bring the heat Try to diss me? Your words you can keep Last time i rhymed noone said a peep I won't lie and talk to you about the street But my homie got shot in my heart i will keep And keep going with these raw raps like meat Sometimes forever i just want to sleep But i can't cause i promised i would reach the peak And everyone one day will call me neat All the rewards of my efforts i shall reap I'm taking off with this i got the speed Now i'm gone like the roadrunner meep meep
Yeah hes a troll hes trollin got some stuff not calling for backup his witts got smashed up eggs legs walk up and away probably wont see him to this day, last time i rhymed i heard i get a dime. A piece of mind time like a split second marathon ur wrong. Its a ride along. Thanks for adding to my song. all night long u cry i try to distance myself cause therfore beneath the melt of emotion im gonna have to turn it to emotion. Like a mime in a box. Fight. Its your only right. Man im sick of seeing terrible lights orlando in frights tornando im crazed commando trenches no need to sit a bench. Screw the foul stench sorry but your a horse rider im a walking survior. I guess its like polo get its ono broes do but noes go to where i go solo. Okay? Okay slay day pay its hay day been getting off my feet like im running sacks on green bay u best not re play this moment. I told u all i fore told it im coming thru coment and vixen no time for the friction im coming no time for the endless listings im nedlessly witting kings slams its a fan game to made to what get better make something from lesser im a confesser. Ur all like clothes i wear from my dresser.
Looking at this thread now, I realized I Lost my inspiration like condemnation of my profession/ evading detection in my radar i'm eating carrots but not seeing/ the clarity and consistancy dies victim to division rapidly repeating/ my psyche depleting the paradox advancing closer meeting/ Synful could never understand with death i look in the centre and intimidation, petrification/ Contemplation doesn't need considering cause i'm pelting/ knocking into doors and barging retreating dodging shells of melting/ Shards of ammunition crashing the ceiling gravity takes the leading/ and rolls with me along the rubble to solitude and ultimate ceasing/
Gotta PM from a fan... AKA nujabes. Imma beat him Like a man... All the way to Mumbabi. Call me at 1-800-dont-care... If I aint pronounce your name right I'm here rappin and you god knows where... I'm predictin stage fright This nub had the nerve to call me a scrub... In PM. I stay high and he just a maggot in the dirt... I dont see him. Chances are he googles some ish for a comeback But my lines gonna hit so hard he'll have a bum back. The audacity of this tool... to come at me Imma keep blastin this fool... so passionately I have unlimmitted rhymes... sittin in my dome I can spare a few lines... send nu nu crying all the way home He justa lil itch and Imma scratch him off. Harder then his lil weewee when he whacks it off. Im hittin a blunt right now, but hell never touch it Im way to worried bout what his weird ass been suckin.