Eleven
10-20-2006, 03:48 PM
something i been working on for the last 15-20minutes..just one of those raps where your dissin no-one in particular and just bigging yourself up..tell me what to work on and any ideas for improvement or hooks..cause i can't write hooks for shit (btw this is for audio)
Precise hits when mike spits, leaves you bloody lifeless
im the nicest, plus the illest, and then twice this
typing out knowledge they havn’t discovered so far
so just like alcoholics you’re never missing a bar
got the baggy jean style dressing as a wigger
Eleven twenty four no less than other figures
I remain ill till I die and there’s no breath in my lungs
Spittin the same thrill with insane skill left on my tongue
These rappers have no class but their lessons begun
This aint serious it’s a hobby I’m impressin’ for fun
On a totally different level I surpass your rhymes
You’re the last to find mikes more than a mutherfuckin’ mastermind
You’re a class behind, well its more like two
When I rap I don’t spit its more like spew
So when I’ve said all the fire and I’m dead or retired
I just want you to remember mikes led did inspire
i know the light from the dark, aint no renegade
I write from the heart and wont stop any day
The world tends to hate me lately but I don’t know why
The would greatly appreciate if I would go die
But I wont, and it annoys these bullying bastards
To see that they wont be hearing my last words
anytime sooner than they’ll be hearing their own
when I let go of all this fear in my dome
i shouldn't have to point our multies or wordplay but if you cant see them just holla (wow that sounds so american)
Precise hits when mike spits, leaves you bloody lifeless
im the nicest, plus the illest, and then twice this
typing out knowledge they havn’t discovered so far
so just like alcoholics you’re never missing a bar
got the baggy jean style dressing as a wigger
Eleven twenty four no less than other figures
I remain ill till I die and there’s no breath in my lungs
Spittin the same thrill with insane skill left on my tongue
These rappers have no class but their lessons begun
This aint serious it’s a hobby I’m impressin’ for fun
On a totally different level I surpass your rhymes
You’re the last to find mikes more than a mutherfuckin’ mastermind
You’re a class behind, well its more like two
When I rap I don’t spit its more like spew
So when I’ve said all the fire and I’m dead or retired
I just want you to remember mikes led did inspire
i know the light from the dark, aint no renegade
I write from the heart and wont stop any day
The world tends to hate me lately but I don’t know why
The would greatly appreciate if I would go die
But I wont, and it annoys these bullying bastards
To see that they wont be hearing my last words
anytime sooner than they’ll be hearing their own
when I let go of all this fear in my dome
i shouldn't have to point our multies or wordplay but if you cant see them just holla (wow that sounds so american)