
Originally Posted by
DaWhyteTyger
I'm new here, been observing for a couple of weeks, and I think I have what it takes...I wrote this a few months back, let me know what you think.
I don't rob dudes or steal too much
I won't murder you or kill for a dutch
I heal what I touch, put it to a good use
I squeal with the clutch, slug back the juice
I don't drink too much, that ain't my style,
No point in losing control of self for a high
There's no need to be muddy when you can fly
Above a shitty life, towards higher purpose
Get up out from the gutter, reach for the surface.
My creative juices flow like none other
Every minute ideas come, one, then another
Show love to my brother, through thick and thin
Unconditional kind, like is given from Him,
I write on a whim, never play around
I write what I think, and I'll stay my ground
Take what I found, and draw from it inspiration
I blaze with a sound that's understood in every nation
This rap game is not what it used to be
Nor will it ever be as when it began
When singing was not part of the plan.
God gave me a hand, sent me the right way
Now I chose my words carefully, cosider what I say.
Consider what I spray, don't want to inflict hurt
But I will inflict pain if you covet my shirt
Or want my success or yet worse, to stop it
There are some people that say "I got a gun and I'll pop it"
That's when I drop it, and kick them in the face
I jump in my ride and begin the chase
I can beat the case, if it ever gets to court
Self defense is not fault, but I ain't the sort
To start shit that could put others in harm's way
So I will distract and the game--I'll play.
I will get the fool in an alley, one-on-one
In the meantime I've dialed 9-1-1
Got a whole squad coming to back me up
But first I got a qualm, cuz dude stuck ME up
I have never fought for stakes this high
I might just black out, If I'm to get by
If you hear no words come from my lips
The next thing you see might be is your blood-as it drips
A busted lip, you'll be taking to the station
Now once again...this is the sound of every nation
We HIP HOP to the greatest beats and rhymes
And we only remember the best of times,
So do not write checks you can not cash
Otherwise, I will drop the mike and be whuppin your ass.
holla back