We1come 2 R3DEMPTION
Hello all, and welcome to this little blog in which is a very personal one, but I trust none of my cousins, brothers, parent, uncles, aunts, friends, nor anyone connected to me regarding real life will not encounter. This blog is mainly a blog where I release my anger/emotions out by displaying lyrics (mainly rap) and recieving feedback from others to see if the !@#$ I write is great. I know you guys expect rap to be a genre filled with such foolishness and stupidness with the use of slanguage in a rhyming patttern, but Im here to tell you that is not how I roll.
My rap lyrics are lyrical and uses poetic devices to be as great as it is. It is very literate, comprehensive, and if there are times when the lyrics become even more awesome if I rap it aloud. Im going to begin by displaying each set of lyrics as one song, not recorded nor spoken aloud. After I gained all the feedback from you guys and most of the public approves the lyrics (including myself), then Im going to start releasing instrumentals and do the same with that.
When that is all said and done, I will either get a high-quality mic, or once I hit 16 years of age (in which I turn this August ), get a job to record in a studio, then Im going to start presenting you guys the full track and release a mixtape online.
The lyrics and the rap-alouds are influenced by Eminem, Macklemore, Crooked I, 2Pac, and Royce da 5'9 (mainly Eminem) . Each theme of the song will get a different tone of rap voice I use. So when Im talking about how life is a !@#$%* or dissing against another, then I might use Eminem's aggressive tone, if I talk about love !@#$, misery, calm crap ,etc, then the tone is more influenced by Macklemore, if Im just talking about how bad-ass I am, the tone will most likely be influenced by Royce 5'9, 2Pac, Eminem (in "Renegade and Dead Wrong" or Crooked I.
Now that Im done here, here's some samples of my tracks:
Some Political Rhymes:
Until my dying day will be the last when I lose grip on the truth/
Look at every politician damn straight in the eye
They wave a hand full of !@#$%^&*
But I stomp my hand against this table demanding proof/
They foolishly believe my soul is made of mud and hay
So they huff and puff
And release a hateful woof/
But no one is taking out !@#$
Because my soul is made out of bricks
How dare they strip justice from the people
And confescate families their needs of a roof/
Making an excuse/
That it was a batch of senseless terrorists that killed all those innocent lives
Yet they were too busy counting their money to prevent this/
But I know it was an inside job for the sake of national carrying capacity and inserting fear to the people so that they can have terrorism as an excuse to strip our rightsSo they blamed Osama bin Laden and henced this/
Cruel tyranny
The `true corrupt,
Congressmen of America, I know what you all are truly/
Yall are !@#$%*^/
Mother Earth's bully/
Telling America is all fine
Yet yall dont have the balls to tell the truth
So yall become stressed and your soul evaporates to a feeling all mushy/
Obama promised us stability, prosperity, yet he lets all the evil inside America bypass/
These politicians says they know how the poor feels
Yet they know nothing about the struggle, the trouble of middle class/
Congress better bow to their knees and apologize to all those souls they failed to save/
Telling us how these foreign leaders are awful
Yet they dont have the nerve to admit they're just as bad as Saddam Husain/
Everyone pictures Obama s America's savior,
America's great who will revive the American grace/
Barrack insults Bush yet he's the same as him
And national economic stats show even worse than Bush's 8-year presidential race/
So he sells his soul to Satan, adopts the practices of illuminati just in case/
He is white power disguising his true self,
his true hell,
Through a black face/
Some Beef Flingers:
I am different from all these whack-ass
Ballsacks
Calling themselves different
When they hence sex, drugs, and snapbacks
like 2Chainz/
Lil Wayne is the Hip-Hop Game's Saddam Hussain/
Stripping his own brothers and sisters' talent
So in comparison
Weezy looks insane/
Then I come along and the truth hits right in his face/
He's a disgrace/
Who calls himself the fast-paced leader
The next Ether
In this race/
he thinks he's first when Im way ahead of these chumps
As Weezy sits helplessly in last place/
Embrace/
The true rebel
The next level
Never trembled
Avenger assembled
Rapping grace/
As I hold a head engraved through a stick
The boy looks like a piece of !@#$
A texting !@#$%*
A cowardly snitch
Oh wait, all those words exactly describe Drake/
G double O D should (G.O.O.D) change their label name to W.H.A.C.K music/
Oh, Im sorry
I forgot their all too stupid to spell/
Selling their soul to the devil
Inheriting a rich life in Earth
But what good is it
When your eternal afterlife is going to be spent through the cages of hell/
And it pisses me off how some describe me as a hater and describe this track as a diss/
This is truth in motion
Take out the F in Wocka Flocka Flame
And thats what that Whack MC truly is/
You try to view your life and career as a movie
Like you're B Rabbit rollin and strollin throughout 8 Mile/
Hell, how do you hope to become the best rapper ever
how do you expect the people to exclaim "Hopsin goes harder than Eminem"
When you're copying his same style/
Some Deep !@#$:
I lay defeated
Blanketed upon the seas of the shadow/
A dark tide and dark waters
A tide so dark, yet so shallow/
I know Im about to meet my doom
So why bother combatting this phantom
Why am I unleashing such a furious tackle/
I bow to my knees and plead the heavens above for mercy/
This world is survival of the fittest, damn it
And God cursed me to not be the fittest
Am I not worthy?!/
Should I worry of this journey,
Suicidal thoughts multiplying uncontrollably
As if my soul has been anexed by a cerebral virus or bacteria
Recognized as a menace worldly/
Thinking so absurdly/
Love
I curse that I have met you,
Since love strikes me blind/
Ever since then, the days grew longer
the nights grew colder
Without your sight/
To impress you and make you love me
Is what I try/
Blindfolded to the fact that my awkwardness
And treacherous looks
Cant be paired with a girl so divine/
A girl so fine
that she makes the angels fly/
A girl so fly
That she soars higher than an eagle
Would soar, sky high/
And me being a bad-ass
As I yield/
the pen I posses in which perpetrates and persists
As my sword and shield/
I abide into this battlefield/
And knife the adversary regardless his cry of mercy
As he kneels and squeals/
This is war
Whereas booms and smashes are to be taken as a bird's chirp or a smurf/
It is to be taken lightly and expectly
Despite the
Enemy attempting to accomplish against us
Slashes and clashes of hurt/
Our weapons are words/
And if we dare to combat with violence
Against a hip-hop fanatic riot
Then thou shall be hunted by a million's curse/
My veins are made of ice
My bones are substituted by rifles and knives/
Dare to push me down
then get ready to shed a river filled with tears and cry and cry and cry/
Until you die,
with nothing but that exact flying $%&@/
Once perished I shall fry your flesh
Devour it ,saber the flavor
And wash it all down with a good cup of your own blood/
What up!/
So that's about it. I doubt 75 percent of you who have started reading this are still reading it by now, so Imma leave with a have a great day/night.
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