I gotta nine by my side and a fifth of jack sticky green, clean my screen, yeah my rhymings whack but I got myself a girl and this bag of weed gonna smoke a blunt then drift and dream about fields of Mary Jane and far out things like a comets bright light on ecstacy
Now im blazed on this blunt let me bring it again brain flowing, eyes glowing, feeling masculine gotta get up in the morning gotta go to class gotta get my shit together gotta make this last Cuz their's mass manipulation of our mentality your brains your only weapon education is key to unlock the dollar and be what you wanna be I find myself slipping, and trippin, spittin' hypocricy in the back of my mind I think that school is whack bunch of spoiled freeloaders all followin' the same track leading straight to the center of conformed and dumb everyone's dumb drunk off the same curriculum
But im just talking to myslef fractal aint bringin a beat Its 3 o'clock in the morning and going to sleep.
Im gonna play to the mass's while all yall sit on your ass's I got the streets down pat and the hoods on lock Yeah, thats right ima be the biggest thin to hit this city since crack hit the block
I'm just sittin' here waiting for some inspiration gonna pack up something nice with a little filtration got my bubbler here to help take away my frustration just craving a little bit of that high up sensation. sure i should be doing work either that or just sleeping but i'd rather have a smirk at the toms down there peeping you see i used to be a good boy playing only with a toy but now i've started a quest in fact i may be obsessed but hey, i don't care, hell i'm not even dressed. *will add more after I get high in a few minutes...* Now Im' talking to this guy on the internet about the digits of pi on the intranet. but really just a-chattin about god what to believe, what to expect? this doesen't rhyme. i think i'm spent. sorry guys i'm not having a rapping-mood high. i'mg log off and dance around to music or something.
bout to spark a bowl of this stanky ass dank I only stick to weed so dont go offerin me no crank Grab my lighter and a bottle of gin anticipatin the high about to begin Anybody gettin in my face and startin some shit best back the fuck off you bitch ass bout to get hit Your gunna wish i pull out my glock straight to ya head cus what im about to do next gunna make u wish you was dead Im flyin from the high, im floatin like a bird gunna chill with some dawgs, keep on popo alert Cus the 5-0 always ready to take me down cus the marijuana i smoke makes the government frown To the playas out chillin in grasscity I give a toke to the girls that are oh so pretty don't live ya life makin others feel ya pity just get more fucked up til ya words sounds shitty
There once was a man He lived in Nantucket Had a dick so long The brother could suck it And one time he told me, yo "If my ear was a cunt, I'd fuck it"
Intelligince of a communication on the line Haves me thinking all the time That there might be something extraordinarily strange About the little things I am watching to say about yours an mines hobby past times The freedom to speak can only be spent At the cost of me and you to vent You bet your self this son You will soon find your self on the run From something that is looked down upon they lock us in stone Because this just in you have a bug in your phone Yaaaa Boyyyy
hey sorry yall i forgot this post it was late at night, i was baked at night but now that im here imma bring it the most see, for a while now i be flowin my rhymes gettin so hot, that they all be knowin that im soon to explode, now i go into mode "overdrive," im now unpredictable damn yall, i was gonna be done but that last line got em hoot-in and holler-in i cant help it i got, cant help it but rock it but it makes yall look like chil-d-ren seriously read that, it was soo sick
ya, rap typed is often hard to tell if it flows without a beat or not. especially the more advanced rhymes, which i try to do more, not just rhyming the last word in each sentence.
nice, in that case ill save this spot, and then throw down on you when your done. thats a fair warning, bring your game homie.
(to the fresh prince theme) Now this is a story all about how, my bong got flipped, and broke on the ground, I sat for a minute, and could only stare, Did I just witness the biggest fuck up of the year? A couple of guys, who some drunk ass foo's started makin trouble in my living room they got in one little fight, and the bong wasn't spared It broke on the ground, the scent of bong water in the air I pick up little pieces, about 7 or 8, and I yell at the drunk kid, "Yo homes, getcha paper" looked at his wallet, it was sitting right there knocked his ass out, and took what I thought was fair
pretty funny actually^ and since that dude hasnt sparked off yet.... (pretty slow) yo i been sittin here for what seem like 3 hours i think he know that, he who aint been miced, i devours and yo, i know you prolly cant keep with my flow its a little too deep for ya, a little too street for ya but if you can keep ya up, youll feel each blow
yeah i definatly agree with the end words rhyming, thats some basic shit, but the main thing is its hard to establish a beat and syllabals from reading, i do know one thing that last rap made sense, and was nice keep em coming
