I couldn't think of title for this and half way through I forgot the beat lol (yeah I know). I was working on this for like 3 days. I just couldn't finish it, because I would be interupted for some reason or another. But well its finished now and here for you, my peoples. Enjoy!
The logical lyricist is in the building/
Bottle on ice Im just chilling/
Im hunger nigga I'm still killing/
Sky is the limit, so what the fucks a ceiling/
No cards when I say I'm just might go back to dealing/
I got some money now to throw around, damn what a feeling/
The urban farm wit hot heffas, cluckin chickens, shady pigs, and rats squeelin/
I be making music, turn around listen to my lil cuz/
I'm past craig mack, kicking new flavor in everybody's ear buds/
Old rappers is should change they name to mud/
Better yet since u washed up change your name suds/
Putting out garbage, pass the tourch why you clinging on to the mic, for your damn life/
Old dudes is fools bunch of van dykes/
I disown the new skool wearing ugly shit as long as it says nikes/
Sagging in bright colors and ya pants too tight/
I'm no Hov but Ima always be poppin tags/
But now its on suits, I'm on my grown man while those cats wear skinny jeans like a bunch fags/
I'm super suped with no chicken noddle/
Guns stay cocked yeah cock-a-doodle/
Get the picture or do I got doodle/
Field if dreams, if I put it down will they pick it up/
D said stop tripping niggas love ya shit they gon eat it up/
Here's a beat stop contemplatin life cuz and beat it up/
Stand back, mic check 1,2 and watch me rip it up/
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This is where I post my rhymes, thoughts, and poems. So that my fam and friends can comment and give me input on how it could sound better. Please folks no hating, biting, or trash talking. Save all that for myspace.
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