Rising
Dreams are illusions Demons intruding
Life is confusin simplify it through music
Abusive elusive explorin the game torture and pain
things u get lookin for fortune and fame
Climbing this ladder rung by rung one by one
With words that cause death gotta make every breath count
when it comes out my lungs
"When it comes to rap he's gallant and educated
and he's got the talent but is he dedicated"
Hell ya I'm dedicated to this music is my life
But I came to the conclusion I'm to nice
I gotta start going hard make other people shrink
Cuz if I wanna rise to the top I can't care what people think
Gotta mic and beat I'm just trying
(sing)Hes Rising rising rising
Elevating above the horizon
(sing)He's rising rising rising
Climbing up and up I'm rising
(sing) he's rising rising rising
Hesssss riiiiiiisssssiiiinnnggggg
Got this anxiety building inside of me
I always try to be the one that people respect
but when ur rising to the top they see u as a threat
They think I'm someone I'm not
So they try to knock me off
They take shots they don't want
Had to retaliate and another rapper quit
It feels like I'm destroying the same industry i tried to save... ****
These people assume by my label I'm just another white boy pretending to be rich
When the truth is I barely had enough money to release this ****
But I try not to let my lack of money get to me
But nothing is free only my lyrical imagery
But even then it cost cash to get it known in the industry
Swerved off the trail of regrets
Travelin on the The road to success
Havent had to make a pit stop yet
@WhiteMofoMonkysmugla,
i agree prof gets it across quickly,
but as far as "rising" i could tell you that its sick but i would be lying
yo its beautifully painful story of an internal struggle told with intelligence yet not overly complexed. at the risk of sounding like some kinda ass kissen cheese ball but i was feeling it
@dauer,
dauer, you're surely blind
or you'd considered not talking
before scratching an empty mind
what i said makes no sense
so do you talkin 'bout Jesus
it makes no difference
you're gonna crusify me
is that all you have to say ?
i rap from that wooden cross a golden tray
an as i might say
dauer, i'll send you a dollar
just so you can stop beeing gay !
i'm out !
develop something real to speak about
in the lab bring the beakers out
amplify the wave bring the speakers out
relax sit back you don't need to shout , or crucify to get ya point across
feeling languish an anquish shooting ya mouths off body'n language
embody'n anus , **** ya'll all wanna be famous
im gonna be the one that brang this quantum leap
aint's jss change this game
mane jsst aint the same
reformated the mainframe changed the system
married to music first have to engage ya ears n listen
face yo fears have vision
take those tears when your thirsty
self pity , regrets , when ya hungry
make a shake
we all make mistakes
**** breaks disc breaks , wrists break they heal an grow stronger
conquer ya demons an monsters just do it get a nike sponsor
throw a concert ,
throw a tour
dont throw ya back out
throw the match ,shout , YOU CAN THROW THAT IDEA OUT!
a plasma cannon, u need to catch ya breath or get ,ur ashthma examined
fathom understanding isn't necessary , evolve outta necessity
Girl can lick my balls of exctacy tattoo'd M.D M.A.C.K.
get off my S.A.C.K I don't need a bj I need a dj
like this D-Day an we about to blow **** up , go Radio Active .....
reverse earths axis an turn time backwards , pandora packaged
with a red button of destruction
,Blackhole suction sucking the life out ya universe
reconstructin a new moon n a earth a constantly movin verse
improving constantly through humans search for knowledge an truth
debate it ,speculate it , and call it untrue
just to prove beyond all doubt it isnt a fluke
i'm new in the game
any help ?
No lotion, my dick could flip motions on a Croatian's notions on abortion/
In the process of divorcing a caucasian Kardashian caught in an asian porno session/
This tensions got me guessin,
The curse word or first verb to provide the dressin on this sentence/
Addressin all your pens, impress fools, it takes balls to mention truth/
Set ablaze your henchmen or crew, with a vengeance so true/
Revenge on my groove, makin your soul cringe in the booth/
I go ballistic on a sadistic mystic livin in a poverty stricken district/
8 mile style freestyle wild with a smile when Slim kicks his sick ****/
My wits tick like a bomb about to detonate near/
Kryptonite at my rear,
I could swallow a nuclear to make my view clear/
And puke radiation with a futile imagination makin you learn a lesson/
When my tracks run, rappers on a vacation be earnin pension/
Cause I retire the best, take pliers to their neck/
Run over them with my ride, leave tyres on their chest/
my Gat sparks leave em sparkling through their vests/
Screamin in distress, fakeasses cheatin in this test/
Beatin their breasts, in sorrow while they souls drown in my flows/
Choked and overdosed when my choruses go/.../...
@Rhymekilla,
yo, man. your lyrics are noxious. hit me up if you wanna collab on something. you take a similar approach to writing lyrics as i do, i can see. hit me up, duke..
@war child,
lyrics, lyrics, lyrics. flow, flow, flow. gotta have those two things.
and stay on subject when you wright lyrics...
@war child,
show us what you can do an we can tell u what to improve ....
I'd thought I'd share this, an old song I've nearly forgot about...
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3555950
CHECK IT...
I'm a sick psycopath with a fighter's heart/
My lighter sparks to tear you rhymes apart/
My time to start, I'm ill enough to muffle a cough and hustle snuff in a handcuff/
Tryna rap tough, muscles rustle like the wrestler stuff/
Call a disaster's bluff, when its about to strike/
Count to five, and drown a dyke surround her with a wall of spikes/
I'm the heavenly star fallen bright/
Like Randy, Burn in my Light, haters fall in fright/
At such a height with my slang that the mic in my hands is frozen cold/
My coffin's closed, a morphin dose and I'm soarin space approachin as the Earth just goes/
Flowin in my flows, all I see is the microphone front of my nose/
Like a thorn in a rose, slicing through your bitches' touch/
If the towel brush doesn't slow down the bloodrush, the stitches must/
Flip the bong, sing along to my choruses/
skin her thong, this stripper has been boring us/
Throwin dust, the bullet right through her corny bust/
These words spoken sharp enough to drill through Earth's core and crust/
Dismantle the mantel and erupt a volcano/
As unpredictible as they're destructible, burn a city to rubble, you can't know/
I'm like Nocando servin Madness's bitch a sandwich and a fat dick dessert for her black clit/
GrindTime porno rap flick, threesome cum hat trick/
I snap sick, I'll flip between Pac's spit and a Gat click/
Leavin hell in flames ,ring a bell to claim/
I'm back for revenge and these faggots smell of shame/
The methane seepin through my brain, all your weepin is in vain bitch/
Cause once the weed strain hits my veins, it'll be them saw chains I'll be playin with/...
I’m an intelligent go-getter, with a flow that’s wetter
than a dolphin’s back when he dives and sticks his nose in the river
I chase Death with his own sceptre and break his skeleton to segments
and scatter them over his own terrace
Since my college years, I hadn’t married, so I’m still single
Forever yearning to have a girlfriend, so I still mingle
My style is thicker than the beard that’s on Kris Kringle
I stack vocals more than builders using bricks and shingles
Pop a llama, let it bark, and not one hit will miss you
I pop a pistol and let it rip you just for shits and giggles
It’s not a joke, do you see me in a clown’s costume?
Does it look like we’re in a Huckleberry Hound cartoon?
In fact, I’ve never shot a weapon
But I’m prepared to make one exception
Pop a shot at my bullies and make them cop a lesson
I chop and sever with sharpness as much as I can test them
And make the bodies bond together like a class in session
I take a C-note and get stoned just like a rasta bredren
A crazy little crackhead that’s on acid, armed with heroin
Indisposable, I don’t listen to much of Marilyn
But I like him as a rocking legend, I love his hairdo
I got more hair on my arms and legs as much as bears do
I might as well grow fangs, don’t let this vampire scare you
I **** you up like a News of the World boss scandal
Too hard to handle like a double-crossing forest vandal
Eminem’s got nothing on me, except I’m brown
I throw shots the same time it takes to throw on my dressing gown
I’m an ape, a big, hairy gorilla with a jelly gut
Bottoms up with a drink of gin and vodka ‘til I’m bellied up
I play MC’s like a Sega Megadrive when I set it up
Build my power and strength every time I get a level up
Put the pedal to the medal, let the streets tremble
Let off smoke, and make them whistle like a steam kettle
Autistik, the number one cool contender
I make the alphabet scream for mercy by abusing the letters
bullet slugs, full of love, shootin stuff just for blood lust
open up, rip down, rip down that skirt slut
haha, im mean, lean, petite, uncomprehensive, mind is so exstensive
you'd swear there was electical sockets attached with these sessions
givin todays lessons, embesselment, ressarect my body from the dirt with all the dead presidents
and i hope this isnt offensive but bush was done in the dirt with me till this resserection
its so hard confession to my serial murder mass slash a gash in your ass just to see ya walk around, seein how long you can last... SUCKATASH
pop your vein and use your moms name in vein for slang and hire my GVILLE rubberknife gang to kill your ass mayne
im so insane i go to the extences of rippin out picket fences and shove em up my preists ass during my confessions
im such a peasant, i'll shove a dead pheasant in your kids chirstmas present and i aint lessen
theres no way i can slow down, not now, not in this day in age, rap is so commerical now
whatever happened to sayin "**** you" to the police, cause my just dues have just been released
im fed up with this ****, im so sick, my stomach cant hold all this acid anymore time to get rid of it
in other words half these whack mc's nowadays are thinkin there foolin, there so stupid, i could spit better then them even if im fuckin pukin
how the **** are we losin do these doosies? im not feelin to happy
im feelin a burst of out of controllness happening, i dont give **** if it's not a word, try and stop me
im such a lunic, you couldnt hold a crucifix to stop this ************, bitch
your slang names are gay, your fuckin brim hats and slim skin pants are for fags
justin bieber? might aswell call him a beaver, cause his fuckin teeth, and what's hidin under his pants, Selena
my temper is risin, i cant find a horizon for this game is damizsng my eyes and
legitiamize, look thru my fuckin eyes and recognize or tell me if i've ever been high
you've never seen a fuckin MC like me, this pedestal, it's rising to my credibility
never met an MC quite like this now it's flowin out of me, it's growin out of me
look, yo, cut that **** off
*** Check the Bieber line****
killin rhymes and out testing your test of time
test on mine, you step on mine, you cross the line
these words will be like jaggers penatratin thru your mind
stick your head into my business ****, that's one way to hop on my **** list
yeah, you can ask Mac Miller and his crack dealer how he ended up on it
what the **** is that kid doin anyway? thinkin he's gonna last
those fuckin nikes on his feet are gonna be shoved up his ass
and im not hatin im just tellin the truth, i like every other MC Mac, but not you
"Good Evening" ************ this is the wrath and the power of the one and only Bambi
every other song i swear is about some kind of weed your smokin, and hashin
Mac you're only 19 and you're about to get beat by an underclassman
and im talkin face to face with you, im just the "Face In Your pathetic Crowd"
approaching your label company and shuttin that peice of fuckin **** down
damn this is a full on diss, bitch, i didn't mean to mean but im just tellin whats real, you should try it sometime
open your mind to some new ****, **** it, just quit rhymin, it's my time and
HOOK
@Procrustes,
ill as always homie ... yo lets do that alternate universe song , this weekend , im recording alot this week , so lets get it done .........
And yo everyone on Able2know right now , i wanna give you all a SHOUT OUT ......... ya'll are bringing it an Evolving this Hip Hop Game
Peace Yo Much Love
@Procrustes,
sweet , so whats the format we are using ?
like Chorus Verse1 Chorus Verse 2 musical bridge outro
or are we going to
Chorus( 1/2 verse 1 )(1/2 verse 2 ) chorus (pt2verse 1)( pt2 verse 2 ) outro
? and i had an idea for it we both take a character John Doe Or Don Joe
or whatever name we can flip and use that as are alter ego for that universe , i think it would further illistraight the point we are going to make
@theprofessor,
I like the John Doe, Don joe idea. With the format we could do it any way you like. To be honest, the simpler the better cos the beat itself is not that conventional. Can you record you chours and verse and show me how you fit it in that epic beat? I'm having trouble...
@Illustraight,
Its dope how you let your thoughts out on a freestyle. Like Eminem does. Btw which place are you from ?
