I tell a bitch to kick bricks till her toe breaks, I'm breaking up the weed while she's getting dressed to leave, No keys. So I ain't gotta worry bout her coming back, Hacky sack these hoes way I'm stalling on my toes, They know there flights flown when this bones in its home town, They yelling screamin tryna suck my semen like vampires, These blood thirsty hoes wit there hands down my pants front, She said she wanna kiss it till she siping on man punch, And than some, Suck my son and spit out my grandson, They say that all this hoe can do is fuck an iron pants out, Well damn I, think I found my soul mate at last, If she could change a tire then shed be my E-Harmany match, But she just calling me back, Cause now I'm all into rap, And she just herd the track I dropped and thought "he's sexy with cash". well fuck that. Lol Where the hell were u when drake dropped that song, Probably starting at the bottom looking up from the balls, Dirty hoes clinging on me like a washed up swap leech, So imma watch my back and burn em off with this blunt leaf.
Yo im jus Just thinking, Thinking while I'm thinking, Tryna figure out how I just smoked this blunt without blinking, Catch me crusin down the street I'm on my slow mo creeping, If you gonna ride up on my bumper imma slow up the speed, then speed it up an ram your trunk into the back of your seat, Fuck with me you get fucked up, That's just how shit be. I keep it real but that's a given like rhetorical questions, Make my cigarillos look like I had facortys press em, This is not up for question, Once she's into my guest bed, Imma suck on both her tittys like I never been Brest feed, Then rest them said boobies at the base of my chin, And watch em jiggle like some jello while Im up in them ribs, Side to side I move it round until I'm hitting that spot bitch, They Never seen me coming like I learned how to lock pick, The top bitch, I'm off it, I landed in austion, bought a cowboy hat and made a bong outta oxen. Just to fit in. Lol
10 min keystyle i wrote on my phone while takin a shit lmao The way its been testin is etched in my reflection/ I aint messin, Seems like everything started wreckin/ I just take another breath in, and hope I've learned my lesson/ No more thoughts about grippin a smith n wesson/ Non stop stressin, Wonderin if im destined for hell or heaven/ Because honestly either is fine for me/ I'm too tired to begin to try and see the irony/ Let my thoughts loose now my mind is free/ Fallin lower n lower in their hierarchy/ Feel like its siamese, My twin is a lying streak/ Realized that the darkness is bribing me/ So my only option was to turn around n try to flee/ Just a start for me tryin to find some peace/ At the end of the day I weep as Im lyin on the sheets/ Never sleep cuz countless bodies be droppin every week/ And eventually the day will come when my killer starts to creep/ Thats why I wont be surprised when my soul gets released/
So many things to consider when I put these words together. Concerned, that what is current will continue on forever. And though my muscles burn from the effort, I'm better for it Much better than I would've been if I was never doin' it. See I'm, steadily growin' through the trials and trips to the podium. Askin' me what defense am I goin' with. Not knowing three year later still holding shit. When push comes to shove I'll find a way to dig up out of the hole I'm in.
For one to find the path of truth and walk the route you musn't be deceived by propaganda that some people talk about Keep your eyes wide open Remember, tobacco companies knew the entire time their customers would die smokin' When you're buying food always look out for toxic ingredients and inspect everything on the label in detail, don't just read it quick There's many types of poisons added to processed foods They say they're preservatives, but that's not that true They only care for themselves and spray chemicals in the air we breathe They need to open up their other eye so they can clearly see
Sometimes I find my mind missin shit but I keep listenin, Hop into the lake the sunrise got it glistenin, Take it all in, Then decipher what the mission is, Hope I can complete it without gettin a pistol gripped, Convinced that its just a test of my purpose on earth, Keep growing stronger with each burden ive earned, Learn and disperse, Hope I can teach the youth about the better ways, Cuz Imma keep movin straight until the end of days, Keep writing, Each line keep my senses dazed, Cuz it seems to me that each sentence pays, Endless maze, I map each corner and retrace my steps, Keep movin at whatever pace is left... the faith is blessed, Ace the steps, I aint need 12 to finish my goals, Just take out a loose leaf and sketch some intricate flows, The vision will grow, Loosen the grip on my soul, And repeat the words till its carved into the stones
Everything was written in these walls. If I penned it out again it'd fill every inch of these walls. Illustrating rises and falls. Ignited by thoughts occupying my mind like a fog. I'm on the line like how many psychiatrists gotta get called Before I get physical, grab life's testicles. Put a pencil through your jaw when your bars is dismal Look how the pen move like jujitsu like the rent's due. Take notes time to get schooled quick dude.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr32AkMwLJE on the cusp of greatness tryna shoot it up, while they tryna lock me down, but thats impossible im supa clutch you gotta cover the perimeter cuz my release is smooth as fuck n you gotta crowd the paint or youll get smoked just like i blew the blunt uh uh, the supa dunk, yup yup, thats the way im doin ya with the clock tickin, progression make the plot thicken focus my optical, its solvable, i got no keys i'm lock pickin shiiiiit, im feelin braggadocious, lemme pull it back and put yall into that hypnosis im just tryna make you smile and make a change from mad n hopeless so many faded memories brought back to focus pieced together outta shattered moments and futures told by scattered omens im twentysix and written half my opus a muhfucka spitballin yall aint even have to know this i just wanted to be courteous and so i faxed the notice
YAAAP Fake it like seether I'll smoke you like reefer, school you like teacher than do you dirty like ether, I will burn your soul, i'll set a blaze to your sneakers, I run this game with fire too, fire breathing heathen of a creature, I'm acting facetious with this flame that i keep lit My raps like the grand canyon, like "damn that some deep shit" Keep it intricate when i Rip then spit like im in this game chewing big leauge so kids please yous a dick tease, i'm a shifty hippy nifty with the word play Even on my worst day, You think you fly? you just a bird brain- This money i deserve is just money that ive burned, Dead presidents are long gone, thats just money that i Urned.
Breakin news in the 312 Me and my crew Engaging in behaviors only seen at the zoo Sticking out like corn in your poo We rendezvous Wake up in the morning find some puke in your shoe Now get a clue I wrote these jams to get high Make my friends laugh, not partake in drive-bys I wouldn't even know what to do with a gun I'd look dumb And die of old age at 81 Unless the drugs get me first I want a hearse That's blasting Wu-Tang while they pile on the dirt Bury me in my hendrix shirt That purple hazy I'd still be getting stone when I'm pushing up those daisies It's crazy Here's some alphabet soup H-E-L-L is where I'm prolly going to The fact that I doubt Is enough to keep me out That's a stain that you can't fix with shout Shit got clout! [ soundcloud ] https://soundcloud.com/vinny-the-engineer/your-shit-stinks-too [ /soundcloud ]
prolly cuz this thread is lame right now. nobody gives any feedback or shows any love. shit i been postin verses where im actually rapping on beats and you can listen to that shit and niggaz just be ignoring it. lol
Im always writing shit on break at work I just never post it. I want to eventually record some shit like you doin Skies. Been freestylin a lot at work with the homie and I feel like Im findin a flow im comfortable with I just need to cop a proper mic which ive been procrastinating forever on. Heres what I wrote on break time last night... The man above you is one step ahead when he placin the scheme, Work eat and sleep is what ive known for years, just keep playin the scene, Done my 5 shifts and it seems I dont even notice the days in between, But I still push through even if it it means lately Ive been.. Growing a little mindless while gettin lost in their science, These government officials got me becoming a student of violence, Dont even think twice when Im lyin, Or wonder whats lacin the shit that im buyin, Probably poison inside it because in the end I always end up bein the tyrant
yeah recording is one of those things you really have to start doing in order to find your flow and play to your strengths musically. i've been fucking with recording for like 4 years now and i definitely feel like i'm way more comfortable in my range of style than i was when i started. also it's changed my approach to writing, where now when i write verses theres much more focus placed on how it'll flow to whatever beat i'm writing to than there is on intricate wordplay and shit like that. so i gotta pull back now and then and focus on that more to switch it up. truth be told tho bro, you really dont need a very good mic at all to produce decent quality recordings. last few verses i posted i was using the built in mic on my macbook pro and garageband
Recording is definitely a learning process, to comment on what was said up there. I've only recorded a couple songs with my buddy dean and just kinda feelin' it out as of now. I've always rapped and beatboxed but never actually recorded it, and hearing my voice for the first time through the headphones made me feel like i was in a tunnel (granted I was gooone). This is a cool thread but anyways heres the song https://soundcloud.com/ahawkes22/chasingadream-the-dean-and-hawkes
chill song. you went second right? youre way smoother than your homie Dean lol if im right, he's got potential but you can just tell he's not as good at writing to accommodate his natural style
Yeah I went second! and thanks! He's definitely still finding his flow, as am I. The difference is I've been rapping a few years longer. thanks for listenin