…aint gotta be nothin great..? a couple of ya’ll know i wanna be a producer, but its been so many “lets rap” questions lately that i cant concentrate… hmmmmm….. anyways here goes somethin i wrote early this mornin:
Why every song out come with a dance?/
I aint tryna hate, but its hard to relate when you’re used to lyrics advanced/
and these cats think they hot with they rhymes/
they don’t know the kid is a bombshell and they losin they time/
I’m so young wit a mind so old/
wisdom and integrity have bettered me and tightened my mold/
and if its any doubt gon head and air it out I stand tall when other dudes buckle and fold/
and I’m so in the zone/
by the time you’ve deciphered my code/
the timers off and the bomb will explode/
I’ll sit back and watch your ego erode/
its ‘that ether, that sh*t that make your soul burn slow’/
i know, you saw my gratitude and you took it for granted but yo/
at least now you know aimjeezy is throwed
ay yo aimjeezy u wanna produce?
well lemme tell u some news
the industry aint easy its rather cold
especially when ur only 19 yrs old
but u gotta try and never quit
even when other tell you that you aint ISH
but its cool, you never know till u try
who knows, I might be the first human to fly
I dont know why
i spent all this time
writing this corny rhyme
but believe me man
you can do anything, just believe that you can
hahah
i got some skill
i just wrote that tho
notting special
when u make some beats, lemme hear em
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KID UR LYRICS ARE JST TOO HOTT! Why you post them here? Someone may jst steal them!
That was tight right there. I think that’s the best one you posted here’s mine though.
The Bounce I re-pronounced this game,
I stay sober don’t drink a 40-ounce
I roll like Roll Bounce
The brothas is played out
Use the clues, The lyrical recluse,
The ascetic injuries I caused on emcees & how broke down they refuge
It’s impossible I can’t loose, Ate up all they food,
Alphabet soup & rice Kung-Fu,
Pile u emcees up on my cone like Ice Cream scoops
Spittin’ over the beats of loops
Ya’ll need to salute me U ma troops
Wit dis song ya’ll need to get loose
I rap-a-lot people don’t be fond of the style I got
U either a friend or not, Write songs off the dome right off the dot
I own the studio it’s my spot, I’m not about money
I’m about the time I have on my life watch, on my life clock, naw it ain’t funy
Speak street smart not for the criminal dummies
Rip you apart & make you different shapes like silly putty
Lyrical prodigy, anxious to step to me, lyrically
I beat down yo face just because u had the bravery to battle against me
I’m Cyrus the Virus you touch me & there’s no remedy
Make you vomit & spit, & then you feel dim-witted intermittently
Then u can’t breathe, because you literally shocked from my lyrics
Beat you till you cold like a blizzard, Then cut like Scissors,
I’m the only one that you see not shiver, you punk self quivered
I have u famished for days until you declare that I’m the winner
yall dudes is thru/ none of yall got anything new/ startin to hear the same shit like my ears was experiencin De Ja Vu/ these dudes got no clue/ my flow contagious like the cold flu/ yall dudes could stand on my grave but i’d still be higher than you/ is freshcoo in this mug, yall just rappin spoofs/ yeah yall might be in the buildin but i just brought down the roof/ can’t touch my flow, this dude from the west is hot kid/ spit hot shit on any damn topic/ im the next best from the west so i got the right to boast/ cuz my money stretch out bout as long as Chile’s beach coast/ none of you dudes is real, yall rhymes too simplistic/ im fresh to def, yall old like ancient hieroglyphics/ new hot artist from the coast along the pacific/ that could paint a perfect picture cuz my tongue is so artistic/ me and you dawg, my skill is way to great to even compare/ why don’t you find the nearest trashcan and thru yourself in there/
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Puberty aint passed so i got acne and lumps
testosterone is ragin so i look at girls humps
No im not black but i can dunk and do mad jumps
me and my homies be ballin on the court
just some confused teenagers needing thoughts to sort
we is good kids we aint lookin for crack cocaine to snort
like pac we say all eyes on me when the ball swish through the net
Im not a gangsta so im not ridin with no set
im a good boy i feel guilty when i get my girl wet
startin high school all fools be askin me to sell drugs
i say no and back away from me you dirty bugs
i wanna be a doctor or a lawyer, not a no good grimey thug
I like it Aim…im not a rapper im more of a singer and thats what I want to be…but let me see, im not good at all….
Lets look a the time when we use to bang are heads/
seem like every rapper out wants to make up a dance/
but I aint trippin, cause I stay listening to whats real/
its that ether, that sh*t that makes your soul CHILL/
sorry Aim that I did that but I had to steal/
LOL Im wickety wickety wack yo!!! peace 1 love yo LOL
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yay area is gonna ether everyone who answers
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