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Souvenir
I wrote this yesterday and I couldn't contain my excitement. Had to record it and had to get it heard. I already know what the criticism gon be. "The beat too quiet/vocals too loud." "The mixing is decent, but could be better". And I appreciate that in advanced, but really doe, all I cared about at the time was getting it recorded and heard. I'll fancy it up later I swear. lol. Maybe I'm gassing myself up too much, but I think these are probably my best, most creative lyrics I've ever written and I'm hoping a lot of them go over your head.
Lyrics:
Used to be pupil in the game, now I claim that it's my house, lights out.
Other mafukkas get cornier, but still see that I lash on any beat I browse.
Make 'em bow down like pom, in the palm of my hand is the rap game.
I'm in the fast lane, no webby tho, heavy flow, MEE and my KIN stay ready fo'
The hate we get, and all that crazy shit.
You can be a straight A guy, but ain't made for this shit you get 86'd.
I'on fuck with you niggas, attitude like a lazy trick.
Most Wanted like malibu, have a dude, praising that I MADE IT BITCHHHH.
Okay, so fuckin' a take a gander.
You mad you don't get green, boy you stuck as David Banner.
I'm fuckin' with that Gamma 'cuz my energy exceed the rest.
I'm eatin' all these jokers, you know that I don't need digest.
Please respect my hustle as you blare me songs.
I'm so fly that when they see me, they just tell me carry on.
These other niggas barely on.
My rappings like magic, you can tell because I'm fairly odd.
But don't Turn Away, got my city on vertebrae.
And I'm never gon rest, I'll avert a break, and I'ma stay up on the grind 'til the vert'll break.
And I rap like a burner blaze, spit fire 'til it burn ablaze.
Recognize or step aside, like you just moved in, better learn ya place.
I would turn and shake, used to be a nervous wreck.
Now I just have the nerve to wreck the set with all my words n text.
Rarely flex, but everytime I do a nigga drop bombs.
They can't see me 'cuz I'm past their sights I'm like dot com.
And I'm just aimin' to relax, I keep the dot calm.
No competition on tracks, like Bolt when the shot's off.
These niggas shootin' off at the mouth.
But now they lips like a ghetto black household, the POP's gone.
Hop off, cuz all I do is spit, I took some Mucinex.
Can't take these niggas serious, tell me who they amusin' next.
To conclude, I'm best. PS - I proved it here.
So gon and save this as a Souvenir.
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