Hewhohasnoriches
August 15th, 2010, 12:45 AM
(Keep in mind that I'm only posting this to display poetic and lyrical value, not to display rhythm. You'd need to actually hear me for the rhythm.)
(Typed to O.C.'s "Can't Go Wrong")
Let's go back... to 2008, I had a style to make... I found my aim to rap through D-Pryde's amazing tracks./ Along with other inspiration too. Got Nas, Em's, and Biggie swagger that I aimed to use... That's how I came up through./ Chemical reaction, climaxing, about to explode - on - the shows. Who'd doze on this show./ Thought I could be major... like Michael Jackson, start a legacy in times where art integry is hard to spark effectively./ Seemed that everything was done. You couldn't beat Rakim or Nas, without retriving things that shone within their million songs./ You'd only be built and strong lyrically to mainstream listen'ing people. You couldn't hold a torch to scorch vintage emcee, yo./ They've born this course before the warmth our parents seen, holding us in their arms, unbroken and full or charm./ You'll need something big to just be dub "The Lyricist". Emphasis on "The"...; with a legacy of C-/D's... Records will need to teach the lessons of the repping of the city through the rhythm, bringing the message to the children./ Being respected and appealing to any who've chosen penning. The likes of Kool G Rap or Daddy Kane; known as veterans,/ you'll need to be in their positions. Inspiring care to written work to those who'd dare to give the genre any of their attention.//
[...]
I guess I always had a dream - it's this hunger for the fame. The loving of my name, mass production of some tapes./ Had dreams for directing too. This crazy gritty style that I'd love to see given out toward's the people's route./ I need learning that will dig deep and sternly. Though I seek a rap career, I doubt I know wihere this will turn me./ Perhaps it will spin me around, until I'm bound by my dizziness. Clouded in my vision with/ a thousand false images. Having no clue how to move, with my perception so subdued. I guess I could just choose/ to gain my balance. Keep my feet and try to see straight. Avoid the deep graves, and bag a stance that conquers heat waves./ Perhaps I shouldn't choose it's leadership, sometimes it doesn't seem to pick me as priority one, acting so blind to turn and see me sit/ on rock. Flat on my bottom. Maybe the school life is for me, too many rappers want to use mics just to be/ the greatest. Besides my rhymes have none to taste it. I've slaved sixty minutes, just to cook finished dishes that I'd be licking./ And my charisma... I like to sit up in my room. In the tunes of my fave's on things like Youtube./ How can rocking the stage be my top forte? I'm nervous when I talk to babes.// Word.
(Please don't steal my shit, people. I slave nearly hours trying to write these rhymes. I don't want to catch someone using shit I never granted permission to. Just playing it safe as all.)
(Typed to O.C.'s "Can't Go Wrong")
Let's go back... to 2008, I had a style to make... I found my aim to rap through D-Pryde's amazing tracks./ Along with other inspiration too. Got Nas, Em's, and Biggie swagger that I aimed to use... That's how I came up through./ Chemical reaction, climaxing, about to explode - on - the shows. Who'd doze on this show./ Thought I could be major... like Michael Jackson, start a legacy in times where art integry is hard to spark effectively./ Seemed that everything was done. You couldn't beat Rakim or Nas, without retriving things that shone within their million songs./ You'd only be built and strong lyrically to mainstream listen'ing people. You couldn't hold a torch to scorch vintage emcee, yo./ They've born this course before the warmth our parents seen, holding us in their arms, unbroken and full or charm./ You'll need something big to just be dub "The Lyricist". Emphasis on "The"...; with a legacy of C-/D's... Records will need to teach the lessons of the repping of the city through the rhythm, bringing the message to the children./ Being respected and appealing to any who've chosen penning. The likes of Kool G Rap or Daddy Kane; known as veterans,/ you'll need to be in their positions. Inspiring care to written work to those who'd dare to give the genre any of their attention.//
[...]
I guess I always had a dream - it's this hunger for the fame. The loving of my name, mass production of some tapes./ Had dreams for directing too. This crazy gritty style that I'd love to see given out toward's the people's route./ I need learning that will dig deep and sternly. Though I seek a rap career, I doubt I know wihere this will turn me./ Perhaps it will spin me around, until I'm bound by my dizziness. Clouded in my vision with/ a thousand false images. Having no clue how to move, with my perception so subdued. I guess I could just choose/ to gain my balance. Keep my feet and try to see straight. Avoid the deep graves, and bag a stance that conquers heat waves./ Perhaps I shouldn't choose it's leadership, sometimes it doesn't seem to pick me as priority one, acting so blind to turn and see me sit/ on rock. Flat on my bottom. Maybe the school life is for me, too many rappers want to use mics just to be/ the greatest. Besides my rhymes have none to taste it. I've slaved sixty minutes, just to cook finished dishes that I'd be licking./ And my charisma... I like to sit up in my room. In the tunes of my fave's on things like Youtube./ How can rocking the stage be my top forte? I'm nervous when I talk to babes.// Word.
(Please don't steal my shit, people. I slave nearly hours trying to write these rhymes. I don't want to catch someone using shit I never granted permission to. Just playing it safe as all.)