Story Behind the Song
I wrote this after going through a very long drought...I realized my versus were really short and so I tried to challenge myself to battle deep and intelligent like...spread some knowledge, get the multi's in, and longer then normal...this is what I came up with...I usually don't do hooks either but this one just stuck for a hook instead of just a part of the song 'cause it's so true.
Lyrics
creatin' verbal dubplates, to innitiate new kids to violate-jejuvinate Hip Hop music and illiviate a lesser fate-annialate false promises-fake MC abolishin'-shinin' from my inner screen you often see me pondering-longing for somethin' deeper, then a keeper of demenor-never shady like parking meters-that take money and play time keeper-but I'm sleeker then the shady lady, or man who tells you maybe-my time schedual flexes like an athltic muscle baby-lately my minds been sinkin' into a deeper darker depth-I think no rest inspired the best in me and out my pen it krept-try not to keep it secret,try to leak it with no mess-handle situations like a person handles breath-I bring LIFE not strife, like a doctor brings forth life-try to save what's precious, like eternal guiding lights-take flight on wings that I constantly polish-demolish negative actions like the killin' of the forest-I rain and bring forth pain in defence of my inner core-lure kats and turn 'em to hip hop to keep 'em wantin' more-it's a bore to listen to the same rhymes recycled from before-so I try to keep it complex so you don't reject what I have in store-carry myself in a respectable fashion-but split in fractions with my actions, when I'm reakin' havok...
HOOK
'cause I'm too good, for fake MC's~But I'm just right, for down to earth peeps~And I'm too good, for pain and suffering~But I'm just right, for the person I wanna be***
Is your mind gettin' cloudy or my thoughts gettin' thicker-intertwined like a basket made out of wicker-pour some liquor in my system and I reach perfection quicker-you cling like a sticker when my mind stays on track like zippers-risin' high like knickers,complyin' with my fate-illiviate any thoughts of herbs who turn irate-bring peace in the debate and always stray from hate...
HOOK
I'm not past tense,I'm present,so pay attention-fake kats often mention how they write to get out agression-I'll hit you like a ruler that hits hard as an extention-cord,I'm bored,with your predictable swingin' sword,you're not a lord, just a virgin playa,that's far from scored-I scorn like you're a red headed step child-in denile that your pedifiles, aren't up in my percentiles-this is a test EEEHHHT The buzzer wrang YOU FAILED-Sit sip and soak all my rhymes you just inhailed-I let off toxic fumes that doom and spread around the universe-and just to think I'm on the brink of finishin' off my last verse-but I left you lifeless in the first-'cause devourin' you wasn't enough to quench my thirst...who's next to cram in this hurse?..
HOOK
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