Another song from MC Phortissimo featuring my boy Brown Wonder. Might have to turn up the volume for this one. Constructive criticism welcome.
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
Here I go back in again
Spice things up like cinnamon
Tempt me feel my venom then
I'm not afraid like Eminem
I'm for real, y'all just scrimmagin
Lyrics leave your brain hemorrhagin
Tell a friend I'm back again
And in the end, I'm gonna win
Nobody's gonna tell me otherwise
What separates me from other guys
Spit truth so people realize
While the others tell another lie
That's right, no confusion
Stoppin mainstream crap pollution
Pardon my abrupt intrusion
But you guys rap like you had a brain contusion
Seriously what's with all this junk
R.I.P. west coast g-funk
I think it's my turn for the attack
I listened to your tracks and they all stunk
I mean no disrespect
Expectin cheques like Nike exec.s
I just might be the very next
Something that you can't neglect
(Chorus)
Catch us in the street, yeah, bumpin to this tune
You see us with envy and you know it too
Shout out to the homeboys, you know what it do
This ain't for the rappers, this here for the masters
Time to open eyes up, then people will see
That we are just the bearers of true sanity
Climbed up from the bottom, to now where we be
We are who we are, you know we're ballin' hard
(Verse 2- Brown Wonder)
I was 14, started with a dream,
of being on the screen, and spendin' green,
i got in the scene, i want to be the king,
to hear the crowd sing along with the loud screams,
poetry in class was the only way i'd pass
the time now i rhyme using formulated math
music is my life i hear it when it speaks
when i close my eyes i see it while i sleep
doubted by many even mama wasn't proud
a lot of money spent, took a different route
they say I'm just not cut out
but i have a dream and want to live it out
so expressed my vision vocally
make a living with poetry
I do what I do and life is great
but living this life is such a debate
I just wish this life wasn't so hard
and I knew all the answers and all the right cards
so many things on my mind
don't know what to do, don't have time
I don't rap about anything whack
I rap about life but experience I lack
but I'll make it big, it's written in the stars
cuz i'mma be ballin' hard
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I retort you dorks, my course of course
Is one I endorse and enforce
My mental sorting hat of sorts
Tells me who'll make it take it and who's just a corpse
This rap and track ain't just for plaques
So heavy it sacks quarterbacks
I tell my tale in order that
You know the facts, no more than that
Like my father I am stunting
Don't bother even fronting
Our songs hit straight home runs
While others are just bunting
They say, "You rock! Where's your calling card?"
Look up you got them fallen stars
Like when you talkin' all in all
Just like Tupac I'm still ballin hard.
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This is dope. Would be even better if the mic was higher quality, but overall it's awesome
evd9630 6 months ago
Amazing beat
AaronVerhoeven 6 months ago