Might as well post this, the track won't be released until my mixtape comes out, it's gonna be one of the exclusive brand new tracks on there, but here's the first verse, not gonna post the whole song's lyrics, 'cause that would kinda ruin it when I drop the actual song, but I feel that the first verse is quite possibly the best verse I've ever written so far.
Call me MegaMan, yo, this is straight adrenaline. (<-- Pronounced like "Lan".) All of the current haters gon' turn out to be my future fans. I'm thinkin' of a master plan, light up the game like jack-o-lanterns, somethin' like a rubber band, because my flow's always expandin'. Yo, I do this shit for me, nobody else. I'm the heavyweight champ, now where's my belt? These suckas seem sodium, pass the salt (<--- Pronounced like "elk.".) Man, I'm made of dedication, count every cell. Meditate, every day, my religion. Music is my God, I'm crucifixion. Die for this shit, that's demolition. Cookin' up these tracks, this mic's a kitchen. Uh, uh, uh, and this beat is the ingredients. Tryna find the recipe? Google, Yahoo!, Bing, and Wikipedi- it. These lyrics that I scribble are the icing that's on top. And this voice that's spewing venom is the fire to the pot. Like, infernal, it's eternal, this flow'll scorch ya ass. Yo, the hate is gasoline, ayo, I might just torch the track. And I might just scorn ya ass, hate is eye for an eye. Ayo, I'm greedy with the victory, never tie for a tie. It's always lie for a lie, you can never trust these suckas. Two faces, two mouths, better shut ya cocksuckas. Or, I might just cause some ruckus, boy, you do NOT wanna test me. You'll get an F minus, you belong in Special Ed, B. Cone on ya head, you can suck on my head. I am so sick, I'll give you AIDS, but eh, you better off dead. And my shell has been shed, so now, I'm holdin' no restrictions. I'm lettin' loose on these haters, wanna see 'em go into conniptions.
"Or, I might just cause some ruckus, boy, you do NOT wanna test me. "
Will you DESTROY a motherfucker?
Also, word on the street is that it's your time, you're for real, you live for this, haters will be wrong, and you're going to make it. I don't know what their source is but whatever, if I keep hearing it it must be true.
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
So my Cousin wants me to make a beat sampling the "Hi, I'm Mayhem." guy from the Allstate commercials, leading into a crazy ass beat, and then we'll rap about all the different ways to die. I really dig the idea. Stoked.
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So my Cousin wants me to make a beat sampling the "Hi, I'm Mayhem." guy from the Allstate commercials, leading into a crazy ass beat, and then we'll rap about all the different ways to die. I really dig the idea. Stoked.
He never actually says I'm Mayhem though, he's always like, "I'm a racoon." or "I'm a teenage girl."
You can't see me like where's waldo, flow so wet you can't even swallow. Gettin A's in school, you know i pass, never do anything but sit on my ass. Gonna make it big, gonna get the cash. Can't wait to say I'm going fast. Ricky Bobby, ima hit you so hard you be in the lobby. This rhyme is for fun, but i don't mess around, i'll flow until im 6 feet underground.
Gather round, simmer down and I'm not jokin, I've got some bad news that just has to be spoken I stole the rap machine but it seems to be broken Screeching and smokin, coughing and choking, circuits exploding and programs reloading, overloads so damaging, what's wrong with this damn thing? It doesn't give a fuck if I cant sing. Auto tune pushed to the max, recycle the beats for the track And the rap machine makes about thousand copies of that, And the industry plays it back, I hate this crap, time to take it back Can't stand it, start to panic, god damn it we need a mechanic Cuz this machine keeps spitting out the same shit repeatedly
"fuck the haters, yall can't stop me. I like my rhymes like a carbon copy, never gonna stop me, I'm too cocky, you can never top me cuz I give it all I got G, I know you like this jam cuz its the same as my last 3, death to originality"
This is no time to be sitting on fences, stand up and join the offensive,Don't forget to bring hammers, screwdrivers and wrenches Hold the line, maintain the defenses, maybe just maybe we can bring hip hop back to its senses
I'm Kenny George tall, can't make eye contact with me, all the haters, i can not see. You know my flow so good i never drop the ball. My rhymes are like riddles, yeah i puzzled you all. Now you sittin there frownin, you can't take my clownin' but this ain't the circus, its not all fun and games unless there's a purpose. I know i'll make it big with all my fresh flows, i'm even gonna throw some elbows. Gotta play dirty in the rap game today because all the topics, they never change. Fuck Bitches, get money. i've heard it done a million times sonny. Switch up your act before the shit gets funny. 2:30am, never have an off switch, eating you for breakfast,lunch,and dinner; like a manwich.
Drop bombs like nagasaki, on every rhyme you know i ain't sloppy I got the illest flow, because i am a bro, havin so much sex like a bunny, you know. No stopping me ima rise to the top, spin the top and hope it fuckin stops. If it don't welcome to my dream where i make the rules, you sittin there, you got a little drool. You're a toddler cryin to his mommy, sayin no one will ever stop me. I'm a preacher, listen to my sermon. Its got the whole mass churnin. Make the cross on my chest, i feel it burnin. I'm so high in the sky i'm your god, im the mod, errybody applaud. When i get famous you'll still be the lamest. my flow will put your's on a hiatus.
I'm not making cracks at your Erik. I just can't sleep so i wanted to do this haha
Grow up, the little man angerly replied Forcing out the words with tears in his eyes With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide He got pushed to the brink of e-suicide Again. Let it all end. When it happens twice its the start of a trend. Of fake drama, and bullshit diction Keep spitting fantasy and fiction Try to give you advice but you won't fucking listen Same shit, different flow, nothing new to say So I'll keep roasting you all fucking Tuesday No I won't suck you cock, but I'm on the clock So while on burning you I'm raising stock Earning those checks, bonds and cash deposits Time for you rap career to come out of the closet Cuz rapping about the same shit over and over is pretty gay But you've shown us many times that you like it that way This is the reason I say what I say Some won't like it but others just may I can keep doing this shit all fucking day But I promise I'll stop if you write a story rap today
I'm Kenny George tall, can't make eye contact with me, all the haters, i can not see. You know my flow so good i never drop the ball. My rhymes are like riddles, yeah i puzzled you all. Now you sittin there frownin, you can't take my clownin' but this ain't the circus, its not all fun and games unless there's a purpose. I know i'll make it big with all my fresh flows, i'm even gonna throw some elbows. Gotta play dirty in the rap game today because all the topics, they never change. Fuck Bitches, get money. i've heard it done a million times sonny. Switch up your act before the shit gets funny. 2:30am, never have an off switch, eating you for breakfast,lunch,and dinner; like a manwich.
Drop bombs like nagasaki, on every rhyme you know i ain't sloppy I got the illest flow, because i am a bro, havin so much sex like a bunny, you know. No stopping me ima rise to the top, spin the top and hope it fuckin stops. If it don't welcome to my dream where i make the rules, you sittin there, you got a little drool. You're a toddler cryin to his mommy, sayin no one will ever stop me. I'm a preacher, listen to my sermon. Its got the whole mass churnin. Make the cross on my chest, i feel it burnin. I'm so high in the sky i'm your god, im the mod, errybody applaud. When i get famous you'll still be the lamest. my flow will put your's on a hiatus.
I'm not making cracks at your Erik. I just can't sleep so i wanted to do this haha
Another challenger enters, another will fall Cuz my flow is easily the illest of all Your flows are too light weight And envy is the reason why you hate Your too late, I'm out the gate, my time is now and I can't be late You may be good bit I'm great The biggest and hardest in all of the land My flow is so complex that you can't understand Haters on my dick but I don't give a damn This is my heart, my soul, my life I live it But the fake shit you spit is nothing but a gimmick Continue to rap about how I be rapping This style of rap is brain dead so I be napping You were gonna make it but what happened?
Bored as fuck so let's keep it goin Why stop now when the butt hurts flowin?
But Jobe, you just don't know me My lyrics aren't growing I lack the vernacular agility, lyrical ability, verbular eloquencity, to see a perspective that is not me. Stop being a Nazi. Any advice I'll not see, refuse to hear it. You're just a hater, you hear my music and jeer it. It's my mix tape, I'm gonna make it, don't hate my flow, just let me fake it. Don't say shit unless you like it. This is my hit. Re-writing the same song is easy, you should try it. Brian and Travis, thanks for the critique, but you can kiss my butt cheek. I'm so swag that you can suculate my bag fag. Hater, hater, talk to ya later, gotta go write a rap about how I made 'er.
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Flow over this killer beat.
Call me MegaMan, yo, this is straight adrenaline. (<-- Pronounced like "Lan".)
All of the current haters gon' turn out to be my future fans.
I'm thinkin' of a master plan, light up the game like jack-o-lanterns, somethin' like a rubber band, because my flow's always expandin'.
Yo, I do this shit for me, nobody else.
I'm the heavyweight champ, now where's my belt?
These suckas seem sodium, pass the salt (<--- Pronounced like "elk.".)
Man, I'm made of dedication, count every cell.
Meditate, every day, my religion.
Music is my God, I'm crucifixion.
Die for this shit, that's demolition.
Cookin' up these tracks, this mic's a kitchen.
Uh, uh, uh, and this beat is the ingredients.
Tryna find the recipe? Google, Yahoo!, Bing, and Wikipedi- it.
These lyrics that I scribble are the icing that's on top.
And this voice that's spewing venom is the fire to the pot.
Like, infernal, it's eternal, this flow'll scorch ya ass.
Yo, the hate is gasoline, ayo, I might just torch the track.
And I might just scorn ya ass, hate is eye for an eye.
Ayo, I'm greedy with the victory, never tie for a tie.
It's always lie for a lie, you can never trust these suckas.
Two faces, two mouths, better shut ya cocksuckas.
Or, I might just cause some ruckus, boy, you do NOT wanna test me.
You'll get an F minus, you belong in Special Ed, B.
Cone on ya head, you can suck on my head.
I am so sick, I'll give you AIDS, but eh, you better off dead.
And my shell has been shed, so now, I'm holdin' no restrictions.
I'm lettin' loose on these haters, wanna see 'em go into conniptions.
Will you DESTROY a motherfucker?
Also, word on the street is that it's your time, you're for real, you live for this, haters will be wrong, and you're going to make it. I don't know what their source is but whatever, if I keep hearing it it must be true.
The latter would be sick going into a beat.
flow so wet you can't even swallow.
Gettin A's in school, you know i pass,
never do anything but sit on my ass.
Gonna make it big, gonna get the cash.
Can't wait to say I'm going fast.
Ricky Bobby, ima hit you so hard you be in the lobby.
This rhyme is for fun, but i don't mess around,
i'll flow until im 6 feet underground.
got bored and that's what i thought of lol
I've got some bad news that just has to be spoken
I stole the rap machine but it seems to be broken
Screeching and smokin, coughing and choking, circuits exploding and programs reloading,
overloads so damaging, what's wrong with this damn thing? It doesn't give a fuck if I cant sing.
Auto tune pushed to the max, recycle the beats for the track
And the rap machine makes about thousand copies of that,
And the industry plays it back, I hate this crap, time to take it back
Can't stand it, start to panic, god damn it we need a mechanic
Cuz this machine keeps spitting out the same shit repeatedly
"fuck the haters, yall can't stop me. I like my rhymes like a carbon copy, never gonna stop me, I'm too cocky, you can never top me cuz I give it all I got G, I know you like this jam cuz its the same as my last 3, death to originality"
This is no time to be sitting on fences, stand up and join the offensive,Don't forget to bring hammers, screwdrivers and wrenches
Hold the line, maintain the defenses, maybe just maybe we can bring hip hop back to its senses
You know my flow so good i never drop the ball. My rhymes are like riddles, yeah i puzzled you all.
Now you sittin there frownin, you can't take my clownin' but this ain't the circus, its not all fun and games unless there's a purpose.
I know i'll make it big with all my fresh flows, i'm even gonna throw some elbows.
Gotta play dirty in the rap game today because all the topics, they never change.
Fuck Bitches, get money. i've heard it done a million times sonny.
Switch up your act before the shit gets funny.
2:30am, never have an off switch, eating you for breakfast,lunch,and dinner; like a manwich.
Drop bombs like nagasaki, on every rhyme you know i ain't sloppy
I got the illest flow, because i am a bro, havin so much sex like a bunny, you know.
No stopping me ima rise to the top, spin the top and hope it fuckin stops. If it don't welcome to my dream where i make the rules, you sittin there, you got a little drool.
You're a toddler cryin to his mommy, sayin no one will ever stop me.
I'm a preacher, listen to my sermon. Its got the whole mass churnin. Make the cross on my chest, i feel it burnin. I'm so high in the sky i'm your god, im the mod, errybody applaud.
When i get famous you'll still be the lamest. my flow will put your's on a hiatus.
I'm not making cracks at your Erik. I just can't sleep so i wanted to do this haha
Forcing out the words with tears in his eyes
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
He got pushed to the brink of e-suicide
Again. Let it all end.
When it happens twice its the start of a trend.
Of fake drama, and bullshit diction
Keep spitting fantasy and fiction
Try to give you advice but you won't fucking listen
Same shit, different flow, nothing new to say
So I'll keep roasting you all fucking Tuesday
No I won't suck you cock, but I'm on the clock
So while on burning you I'm raising stock
Earning those checks, bonds and cash deposits
Time for you rap career to come out of the closet
Cuz rapping about the same shit over and over is pretty gay
But you've shown us many times that you like it that way
This is the reason I say what I say
Some won't like it but others just may
I can keep doing this shit all fucking day
But I promise I'll stop if you write a story rap today
Cuz my flow is easily the illest of all
Your flows are too light weight
And envy is the reason why you hate
Your too late, I'm out the gate,
my time is now and I can't be late
You may be good bit I'm great
The biggest and hardest in all of the land
My flow is so complex that you can't understand
Haters on my dick but I don't give a damn
This is my heart, my soul, my life I live it
But the fake shit you spit is nothing but a gimmick
Continue to rap about how I be rapping
This style of rap is brain dead so I be napping
You were gonna make it but what happened?
Why stop now when the butt hurts flowin?