Not sure how I feel about this song so I scrapped it... lyrics are kinda pointless and not about anything. The idea behind the song was to make a self motivating song, but it fell short of what I had in mind..
http://www.sendspace.com/file/qk5zb6
I transform
From a storm to a hurricane
I was mad
Now I'm warning I'm sure insane
Delt with worse
Through the hurt and pain
And the burning rage
Calm now
Could always turn again
Writting bars
Hard work determination
To murder every word
That you heard when playing
But I ain't playing
Stay blurred with perfect pacing
Like I'm fucking beserk
Searching for working payments
A music career spearheaded
With my universal language
No rehearsal on stages
Just letting out feelings
Just real so I incourage hating
Give me something to rap about
My albums will reimburse your anger
Burst of energy
Re-energized my words surging major
No longer nervous
Critic my songs a blurb in magazines
Doesn't bother me your verdict or rating
Fuck your psychology
You couldn't understand or learn my statements
I won't be hurt
By your worthless tasteless
Batch of current entertainment
Ain't music its a movement
Not a rehash of trends
Exclusively unique
To E-Klipses black magic pen
Fuck that weak shit
I'm where the pop demographic ends
Where disaster hip hop
And the real rap begins
Stop dodging
No one can match my best
Fuck the others
They ain't even half as intense
They lack my substance
Stuck in the fucking past tense
So clear out half your bench
Get surrounded
By your mass of friends
Bring every fucking thing that you got
Theres bout to be an accident
Lets pretend I hold back
Still won't even last 10 seconds
When I'm on tracks smashing them
I don't even try
Still fly past the galactic mesh
Maybe my lifes a tragic mess
But I will never collapse again
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