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Verse 1
I sound like this, I sound like that,
sounds like a bitch you cannot rap,
sounds like a fifth needs a splash,
I write and spit for a pass,
you might give to a track,
or type in that I lack,
he right lip for this crap,
or my mix is a stab,
ta rhymin and ta rap,
and am puttin in everything and cookin these many feats,
(Bridge)
In my rhyming, one day my grinding, will pay off,
and a signing, some pay aligning will drill fakes off,
till I cant feel my skin, kill your "facts" with a win,
Verse 2
provin you wrong, doin a song,
if Im clueless and gone, then get to rulin it off,
and ill be fuel exhaust, and know its fruitless onslaught,
but damn my toolin wont pause,
(Hook)
Ive been grinding everyday, wheres my fame? wheres my fame? (x2)
Ive been grinding everyday,
Verse 3
pouncing in, crawlin back,
found this trip, call it wrap, cause its goin cross the globe,
Im holdin all these notes, and I so shit with no flow,
and I cant poll it, so Im sold this crap is bullshit,
andll hold, nothin but my tracks souless and a fold,
in what I do, but suck a nuke, fuck the rules, uf thats the truth, then raps my noose,
cause its got me chokin, this tracks a spotty notion, in where my hobbies going, either im topping showbiz, or pills Im popping no lid, but still Im flopping so its,
got me thinking about my will, its treason to doubt my skill, without reason, im out to kill, anyone breathin I found my fill, and if I sneak in, Im clownin bills, with no sneak diss but hounds of trills or lyrics plugged in my spirit,
my brains a rhyme schemes, no days a fine scene, all pain with whining, and states of striving, and flames of trying, and mistakes but no lying, its a wave of crying, so take a fine leap, offa buildin, if you don't offa buildin,
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Verse 1
So anotha feelin goes (x8)
So anotha feelin goes, got me feelin cold,
even if i aint that, Im afraid man, that Im a pain damn,
and that I mistake rap, as a soul solution, but whens it gonna be an old delusion, I know I roll stupid, cept behin a camera, but damn bruh, whats that ta, a life ta have succ, -cess in, shit its too much stress, but I aint even touch checks, taxes, this shits practice, wheres my status, gonna be at ten, years from now, fears a hound, thats bitin, Im writin, my fighten, and spiten, and stifen, Ive lighten and pychened, my self out,
too many times ta count (x2) two pennys got me knocked out, too many times to count (x2) new questioning got me clocked around,
In my brain, insane and happy was the old me, crappy and rappings the new me, hopefully brewing, in mes all four so I can hault whores, and have all courts covered, confidence drummer, on this fresh summer, with new eyes, cool rhymes, a duce sign, inproved lines, pool times, s few cries, and rule my, head with true pride, reduce whines, in due time,
Ill be a better befriender, be tender, need headers? well JT's reborn, and Im tanking these wars, thatre creating deep sores, Im making three chores, for myself love me, no bumming, and no running, but dont dump me for some fucking,
J dont forget me,
even if a bitch is flipping, dont forget me,
even if sanity's slipping, dont forget me,
dont forget, the bright side, the nice times, id write rhymes, with friends so don't bend, and hold pens, till yo dead, so your souls left, knowin you did't know best. but makin sure you at least passed your own test,
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ay ay (prod.ESKRY)
01:30
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Intro
ay ay I don't know what to say say, got grenade aids, sprayin the dand places, kill me with yo fav fav , kill me with yo fave fave,
Verse
Rapper, Im an adapter, mad hatter, liven on saturn, smack crackers into crackers to stop chatter, earth couldn't be flatter, boobs couldn't be flatter, where your stomachs fatter, not here to flatter, but queers will scatter, when they hear this rapper,
ay ay, DC, ay ay JT,
aimin at your kidneys, then takin your kids knees,
like raping theyre sayin spit please!
Uh,
till I put in the p, like I put in the d, past tense, Im past tense, wont smash less, times 2, 0 times 2, here whore find a noose, and grind the boobs, and I hang myself by my dick by my fan, so Im quick when turnin, damn got my spit,
got my cam, lets live stream, on live leak, and collab with some cats cryin pease, just gotta glance at the Chinese, and laugh at the dancing Siamese, twins twins, I win win, you dim dim, just get get, that shit shit, out your ass, hows your past? probably worst then mine, cause I work the line, while most of all hurt they dyin, like stan Lee, yall thought he grab squeezed, on a chicks tit, when really his ditz bitch, of a daughter, hit him hope he haunts her, so RIP RIp, Im gettin taller, my dicks gettin smaller, believe it clit, I got doubters, yall got followers, more like swallowers, that suck suck, thats not enough-nough, like a cuck cuck, sayin that to a butt plug, so chug chug, on some stuff, including cum cum, and a cunts puss, is this annoyin, well its as buoyant, as every guys rapin every chick, thats how feminist are makin it, so how bout I start creatin it, the rape environment,
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Verse
We on top, got no glocks, robbed no spot, just adjust the locks,
a must is crops, for new plantin, plottin, rapppin, 'n coppin, havin common traits, with warin tanks, creatin pychos like Norman Bates, maken hype though, like storen craze,
II wrte notes, of foreign states,
to let you know, no matter where you go,
I got 2 rouws, of patterns and wear pool hoes,
like a noose bro, Im madder then there dude though,
the jukes grow, with fatter lines, tear though those,
get satirized, sweat to loads,
wont matter why? cause I care too hoe,
go master rhymes,
an Ill tear though those, impair who shows,
Ill make rappers cry, the pains standard inside,
this great faster, mind, is gonna slay bashers of mine,
gonna betray pasters of mine, gonna portray the grandeur of rhyme,
Imma invincible, despicable, risk taker,
aint simple bull, Imma visual, bitch raper,
you chicken cold, Im clickable, with paper,
you gettin dull, Im inflicten cold, witt today sir,
you hitten folds, Im whippen foes, get gayer,
happier, Ill stick ta waviors,
ta lore ya in, and score ya skin,
I cant afford a switch, wanna face off?
see Ill play gone, while you're actually lost,
man Ill make bongs, outta yo dogs,
man I cant make content, with content,
see I need a bigger cunt next, with rough sex,
so when Im dumped wrecked, Ill take whats left,
and make my best, rap of all time, actually that balls mine, already, Im all steady, actually this bars swelling, see everyone the swines telling us, rappings a drug, too focused on gettin savage,
but these bitches can't see the US as is,
we're 20 years late, ta this R Kelly case, lets hope our belly wakes,
cause our gut reactions, sucks ass as is, less its ta talk, about a wall, thats not even funded Im appalled, either way one day, Ill fuckin ball,
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Intro
Listen guys, Im an asshole, so deal with it,
Verse 1
Im an idiot, hitting kids, with a golf clubs, yup I stall none, ta appall ya, with a flawed jump, into another topic, hit a dumber hot chick, in a lung or crotch bitch, Imma dump your pockets, inta trash cans and then bash fans with a fuck you! Imma cuck fools, thinking they need lyrical shit, ta make a spiritual lift, with this weird and full kid, that fulla hysterical bits, and'll punch a miracles dick, and fuckin earing holes bitch, im done hearin bullshit, so suck uncurable dicks!
Till ya choke choke, yup im so cold, I made snow froze, I stole joes, coffee so would ya off me, if I said I stole joes joe? (HA!)
Yup I hold on, barriers, I won't blow, down, Im a clown that ain't clownin around, unless I take out a clown in a round, then break down the pound in the town, havin rabid dogs, ruin lavish lawns, chewin damaged bongs, clueless Im bashin all that enter my brain,
from white ta black feel a way, wipe my ass, and wheel away, from dyke ta trans, ta healed ta straight, ill write a path, that'll steal the flame, like spiderman i feel Im crazed, if ya bite me, a sight see, and see what happens, might be graphic, Im writing magic and strifing as its, been for the last 5 years, now my last rhymes, uh here, yeah here
Fuck you x4
fuck you motherfucker
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Chorus:
I dont sleep cause when i do, all i dream are dreams of you, and in yours you say your teeth are falling out, (x2)
Verse
Dream about times, thatre out your grip,
think about highs, from friends or your dick,
grieve about lies, the ends or the fits,
seems outta line but beds the common click,
ease it out fine, through threads of other shit,
think its out your mind but check again bitch!
drinking wont dry immense dumb tensions,
seems outta line but beds the common fix,
Chorus:
I dont sleep cause when i do, all i dream are dreams of you, and in yours you say your teeth are falling out, (x2)
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Chorus:
All we need is a brighter day,
all we need is a lighter mate,
for all this weed and the fire strains,
all we need is a brighter day (x2)
Verse 1
So inspire days, like a quire sang,
with dire strength, a writers pains, worth it for days like these,
grades like these made my team, me, me and me, like dang Im mean,
hate my streak, I made my league, so Ill hang with me, Im practically playin me, cheatin but stayin clean, beatin but aint preyin b, sweepin and slayin scenes, cheesin and sayin wee, slingin amazing sprees, speakin these rainman schemes, freakin plus changin things, swingin at the painman see?
Chorus:
All we need is a brighter day,
all we need is a lighter mate,
for all this weed and the fire strains,
all we need is a brighter day (x2)
Verse 2
You ok? Im ok so lets say, in this moment, of pure coopin, we got weird cringy hopes kid, but dont fear Im cringy as shit so spit, im a mirror of wingy shit and ownin, every fuck up, my come up with surely be a rough one, I won't suck up Ill bump bruh so um
Chorus:
All we need is a brighter day,
all we need is a lighter mate,
for all this weed and the fire strains,
all we need is a brighter day (x4)
All we need is a brighter day, and all we see is the night away,
for all these things lets admire strength, and all we need is a brighter way.
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8. |
40 (prod. Beats By Con)
01:23
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Verse
here I sit with a pen as I have, for the best part of my life, but still no hype,
no reviews on no sights, Im in tune with my life, video editing sitting home letting, time fly am i wise or grown is there difference i dont know, you think people check descriptions video?
I feel barely known for what I've carried bro, wasn't starring low when I tripped on a fairy show, that this rap was gonna carry loans.
Keep all taxes low, fix all the problems I own, but nah bruh its a joke, maybe its good I didn't blow, but notihns fillin this hole.
In my feelins on some real shit, why'd i come this far, if I couldnt grip bars, and be a big star?
success is good a bad, but I would have rap, if I chose somethin to kill me, really its silly, but will me at a normal job be formal? nah,
Wheres my happiness what else is grabbing blitz, if not rapping this, me having lips. Has had me hit, but trapped me with, a masking itch that had me hit, but sill get attentions, its and illness and infection, Ive built this with intentions, I d get a mention. But Im fourty now and sorting out how shit will go, forty year olds dont blow, so my fears are now sewn, in who i am I had cool times man,
actually fuck that won't rule my plan, Ill still go, till old ages, Imma stayin, as a crazed kid, even if it stays in my mind, my time, Ive tried Ive pried, So I wont blind, my vision, my pride it is, in who I am, ta not give a damn, Ill grip this pad, till I past, have it in my casket, some mad shit, bipolar as shit, Im fulla asskicks, till my soul has vanished,
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Yo a fog just arose, my mind sought to give a rose,
now Im on ta spit a flow, every way I go, anyday I grow, different ways same show, given aim to lame hoes, sitten dazed, this J glows, if its hate, this j knows, every way to give it and make it, anyday its hitten is made shit, but Ill stay liven and save this, fucked brain, from flippen on tame shit, some pain from slippen aint shit, the main mission, is ta remaimn vicious, and state business, as my age is lifted, the juggernaut off upper cuts, and dumber stunts, but still you're runner up, you cvovered cunts aint nothin ta this blundered fuck.
From the age 5, ta 8-9, I was so dang high, from great lies,
I told myself, like ta annoy would help, in some ways, the other class mates, ta understand my brain , but it didn't, cause no one gives a shit kid.
And they shouldn't have too, you though to skip at school, after class, as Iron man, you would be that cool? your ass really is a damn fool, delusion, infusment, of confusion, and a want for conclusion, ta make us happy, but what makes us happy, will be the same thing stabbing,
you through the heart, Im now glued ta art, ta rule the part, of fulfillment, Ill kill it, and still spit, till in a grave, with lyrics engraved,
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I feel an emptiness, but accepting it, is the only way out, and ta fill it is a painful bout, but ta say out loud, my feelins help, the realist hell, is ta hate delusions, of fake conclusions, to a pain thatll never go away, aont a saint, so my old ways, of wanting to keep every friend wont see a friendly end, I need many test ta build up this wall. But get appalled when I hit a stall, in success, Ill just take a breath, and stay the best, version of my self, or stay in my hell, and drag people down, can't be a weepful clown, the rest of my life, lifes meant to bite. I just need to get up right, and not spit up knives, at wrong people or Ill end up deepholed, I just need to see cold, parts of life, as just that life, can't adjust that fight, unless you adjust your sight, a right light, can be a plug for your life,
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Chrous:
Ive put a wall up (x2)
I got problems, (X2)
Ive put a wall up (x2)
I got problems, (X2)
But dont we all?
dont we all? (x7)
Verse 1
You got a problem I cant solve ya, but Ill pause ya, hope you enjoy a moment, if you and me own it, its true to see coopens, not given much hope kid, hearts feelin swollen,
parts of you is closen,
parts of me is frozen,
parts of you is choken,
part of me is token, generic as fuck,
where as its luck, if I dont crazy up for you,
its like taking drugs ta lore you, inta my life and its alright,
but cant simmer all night, cant filter all types, of things I think cause of insecurities, dont worry Imma wither surely, from your memories early,
Chrous:
Ive put a wall up (x2)
I got problems, (X2)
Ive put a wall up (x2)
I got problems, (X2)
But dont we all?
dont we all? (x7)
Verse 2
Since I was a kid X2
I only wanted acceptance,
but was inept in, every social department,
so now that my hearts thick, I aint got passion for those that act if, they dont know why our friendship vanished, it aint magic,
to hit me up but statics got me giving up,so rap is my living bruh, whether I manage a cent or 50 bucks, Im as in as ten living bloods,
that goes for rapping and giving love,
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Reborn (prod. Zrn)
01:29
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Let it go pause it..
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Jerry Rochester, New York
My main goal as an artist is just to have fun. Rapping has been a big part in helping me throughout these last few years and things I've went through. Until I actually start getting more popular and more of a following, my shit will be free.
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