Spirituality uplifted Perhaps verbally gifted I sit back & listen... and then I paint pictures. I say enough to get ya then reality gets twisted, and then it justs hits ya like gravity from scripture. Maybe it's all true? Does he operate in deception? Cuz if it's a "battle" of wits Im just parading my "weapon"! Never came in half-cøcked, overzealous, or even cøcky. Sometimes it seems arrogant, but I'm just sharin this hobby. An artist works with colors so I'm just "dimming" the lights. Bright enough to get hype like the beginnings of fights! But this is the end now... And this is where I'll leave you. A prelude to fairy tales, deuces, I'll see you when I see you. Edit: Devs :roll:
Love never was something I believed in "You'll meet the right one" I been patiently waiting Constantly debating Always ignoring what my heart is saying All these girls just use me and pick me apart I know that you're different We both know there was a spark My whole life I been shrouded in dark Then I met you and everything got bright That's why I'm asking will you be my light Won't you please be my guide up on this plight You're beautiful with a great personality I just wonder if you notice me Nothing much just a little something I was playing with
Back to the cypher Shot from the sniper Bleeding out from these battles I guess I should skidaddle These kids think they good They are like food You chew them out And they pout This might be my first ryhme But I'm not going back to the slime So I should just rhyme Not back to the slime
Oh, back to rapping out these rappers I'll Throw you out like a wrapper Only Eminem is the true rap god Definitely not you, you pod Your a know it all But you don't know it all Your a wannabe king When I could put you in a sling And make you fling You don't have a lotta bling I seen you the other day in the clan When I was making a plan To land me the winner of all rap battles To show you all that you should skiddadle Oh you got something to say KotFe Let me get my coffee Go on little boys and girls Now do a twirl There you go Remember your clan is a big No Now watch my rhythm flow I am the true reaper You better not be a streaker I'll come for all the creepers There will be a lot weepers (Thanks For reading! And a huge sorry to KotFe for calling them out! I had to think of a clan to use and decided to use a big clan, I mean I gotta dish someone right? )
Kaw sleeping on the game Y u noobs aint even flowin? I guess history repeats if you cant see where you're goin'.
The whole world is distraught Seems to me like art is lost I'm tripping over the cost All these lives gone Innocents taken by a bomb It makes everything seem wrong
Y'all thinking that you're rappers? All I see is a bunch of clappers Tryna write dope lines like a bunch of hackers But none of y'all could've equated the factor Of me encompassing it all like the equator but fatter I don't even understand how you can call yourselves lyricists All I see when I read your lines is a bunch of gibberish spouted by kindy kids Now you see how it goes down? Just came to bury some clowns Now back to my house made of bricks Now shoo you little pricks Back to your house mad of cotton Try to escape this web that you're caught in (First time trying to think of raps, how'd I do?)
Shots fired Yoloking aiming recklessly Respect a G, My gun clap at you unexpectedly, I lay back and drink alcohol excessively, It ain't a player in this game that can flex on me, y'all not testing me, I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry, A 40 oz of dutch master is the recipe, Thats my lick right there, that'll be the death of me, Give me a death mask, better yet an effergy, I understand the math of death and it's complexity, I understand how y'all was violently murked, I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church, But I understand I recognize that I am cursed, to be the Kaw freestyle king that'll end lives with a verse.
Alright let's get it clear I'm bout to get lyrical here But not about to boast so no fear Lets get political in your ear First off on this topic let us undress The cause of all of this civil unrest Why in the ghetto people strappin on a gun vest Why people screaming that cops aren't the best Ok, that might be an understatement "why they out there spilling blood on pavement?" "why they out there promoting racist behaviour?" Well they ain't, they're actually being city savers Don't believe my lyrics? Have a peek at the statistics They'll show you the main people gunned down Are blacks shot by other browns The little ones go home and find they brother rounds They think of the bully at school and bike down to his mumma house Put they finger on the trigger Couple rounds they deliver Mumma stand in the kitchen and shiver While her little boys heart wither Now don't get me wrong I ain't tryna be racist Just tryna say the perpetrators are the ones hiding they faces Behind the red or the blue You either dead or you shoot In they minds to get to the top You gotta be comfortable wielding a glock And be used to hearing the pop Enough of that though This a wrap up to the rap show That's all I can create, I'm done with that flow So tell me how did that go? (legitimately though, any criticism is welcome, I'm trying to learn how to flow better)
Not bad at all man. Just work on matching those syllables up between bars, and bring in complex lyrics. I love the storytelling! Keep at it.
Yolo killin on the track Its like he eats & breathes rap! He can be the freestyle king. I got no problem with that! I aint even gon attack, Just let him know I got his back. If he gets jammed up, Stat come running with the gat! Its unbecoming, but a fact. I mean, this kid got talent. Went from zero to a hundred And presented a challenge! I remember everything & I remember the old days. From January to December, heat flashes & cold waves! Used to get up under my skin And only in the worst ways! Really hated this clown... til he got an ounce on my birthday! Then we smoked up And turned the heat on the veterans Outrapped everyone. Everybody was better then! Its funny how times change But dope rhymes stay the same! Went from coke lines & fame, to sober, cuz Im older in the game. Still got a motor in my brain! Still a soldier feelin pain. Still a will for bringing heat, cuz its colder on the plains. And we too old for cold Let this heater keep you warm Thats to all competitors & adversaries without form! Plenty snakes in the grass Always gotta be alert! Cuz these streets will eat you up Leave you sleepin in the dirt. And I aint even going Killing me? Nah, no sir! Cuz unless u got a scope Then u gotta get closer. And thats where I catch ya Thats where u made mistakes. U wanted beef, now eat the beef And better finish the plate!
Yo ,dont mess with me cuz i am a e-thug gangster, dont even question me cuz i'll quickly shank ya. i am the baddest on the w.w.w globe, trouble me & i'll ramshackle ya and leave you with no home. E-thug violence is the name of my game , rising above all of you and basking in my notorious fame.
Just a quick something I've been writing on the side, not all that good but something to put up at least, also not completely finished yet --------------------------------------------------------------- Go to sleep a tradie apprentice Wake up on a boat in Venice Next to your girl of sixteen years In this country you've got no fears Look down at her fingers She's got a brand new ring, her Blue-eyed gaze seems transfixed On the grey of the canal bricks There your daughter dances Your own eyes they're now entranced as She twirls in her crimson dress Performs a stretch like an arabesque You feel the tension and the stress The retention of mindlessness Constant feeling of being depressed Just leave like a bird out the bird nest I don't mean to get lovey-dovey But the way you grab your hunny bunny
I like mei Joking, I'm just a little high I like apple pie And I hate bill nye He's that weird science guy Please don't hate I'm gonna go procrastinate