be a rapper

Violence

Kids today use violence top play I say why we gotta kill to make a deal why cant we just chill and not steal a bill what you think a gun gonna be yo strength yo power it not it time to sit down and peel back and re lack a sac you waste yo time shot ten but what real is that you not thinking a second back!!!!!!!!!!!!

You a ugly looking rat boy,Smacking looking rat boy,Football head hey arnold looking rat boy,Cheese looking rat boy,Jay-Z looking rat boy,I got a earing,Bling Bling looking rat boy,Shak looking rat boy,fat looking rat boy,I hit a home run baseball bat looking rat boy,mustee looking rat boy,dustee looking rat boy,SONOMA BISCULT,stop cusin looking rat boy,preacher looking rat boy,teacher looking rat boy,order in my court,judge judy looking rat boy,fake looking rat boy,hatin looking rat boy,dragon ball z mr.satin looking rat boy,big shades looking rat boy,fade looking rat boy,Nelly he din step on my jays looking rat boy,on the news looking rat boy,tom cruise looking rat boy,bur bur bur bur blues clues looking rat boy,nasty looking rat boy,trashy looking rat boy,yo momma cant cook pinto beans looking rat boy,stupied looking rat boy,dumb looking rat boy,i got mulested by a NOUM LOOKING RAT BOY!!!!!

I used to write in English before, but then I started liking some Croatian rappers, so I’m writing in Croatian now. With every song, it seems like I’m making progress, but looks like I write only when I’m depressed, so my songs aren’t really cheerful either.
Although, at least I’m not writing about cars, diamonds, guns and money. . .

Livin it up like two bulls in the ring,
Focused on the moment, flowin smooth when I sing
Don’t need the bling or the friday night fling,
I got it limitless, obeyed like a king
Come little miss, ignore the ‘ping’ throughout the air
My music I blare laughing while the nation’s in a scare,
It’s not as simple as ‘I don’t care’,
Not as trivial as ‘I won’t go there’
Not as controversial as clinton and his pair,
It’s above the commercial, all about just being fair-
Get over it, you obey, walk into the beast’s lair
Blindfolded, in the dark-without eyes listen-just dare
To be great, get over sloth, don’t hesitate
Or belate the date that tomorrow ain’t late
Instead on the dime, a mate with a developed mind,
Spittin these rhymes and learning homies about the time
It’s like a crime, but without the politics,
All these nosey ass pricks actin like they don’t make me sick
Ever seen the news, this is a worse flick
Where the suckas around get burnt like they did a trick
That went wrong, while singin a song,
Burnt themselves and forgot to bring the tongs
Now charcoled and dead like when I hit the bong
Don’t forget to think about shit-grow bigger than king kong.

Before I start the flow, just sayin’, I need some competition. If anyone wants to battle, just mention it and put a rhyme too.

They call me Smokestack and some Crazypaintballer,
So many are fake, than them-I always stand taller,
Refuse to back down, so I’m never a crawler,
You can be a staller-whooped, by the lyrical brawler.
Caller.. on the line-shit thas mine,
Fame to front and all losses behind,
Your rhymes are tired, I think mine did a line-
Pacin and a spittin homes, just check on the time
Ding… don’t look for the dong
This aint sex, it’s a miniture song
Besides, some get scared to see shit that long,
Need to chillax, try hittin the bong,
Wait.. ha, did it again,
Took a pause to switch it up, no appologies friend,
Don’t really give a fuck who or what I offend
On a scale of 1 to 5 I’m beyond double 10.

I am the Poseidon_{my flow hot}your shit is mythological,

I’ll have you deprived of life~ because my bullets unstoppable,

Call my flow electricity cuz the shit is shockin dude,
Haters hate

bitches bitch

and real niggas thug it dude,

The way I spit is straight out sick_{I spit rugged dude//}

Can’t beYou got no cash and you steppin to me_{nigga I make it rain tempestuously.}

You tryna beat me in a rap battle but you gonna lose I bet

Ima finish this nigga as quick as I finish my science projects//

Easy!I’ll win it like a game_{and im the dragon}Arisaema Dracontium should be my first and last name

I told you before..my rhymes is insane it’s like im mentally derange

I’ll kill a nigga but I aint mentally insane_{my bullets carry niggas like it}

is a fuckin cranewhen I battle I dont want beef im just doin it for the fame

and you?nah nigga you don’t got no fuckin fameand I call you Alicia cuz I do not know your name

im too smart for this rap gameim a math magician whatever I buy I always got exact change!!

Yo wud up this is the official Thug City Click headquarters held by Geezy Boi. I’m 16 yr’s old from North/East United Kingdom. I’m a upcomin’ rapper and starter of Thug City Click (T.C.C.)

i want to be a rapper because i can rap i got talent and im me as u can see im real im a cool person i love working with others i got confidence in myself so i can do it if i keep on doing what im doing u fell me and im a loving person im a good person to knoe i love rapping about the struggle the street drug dellers and the beef and the gang memebers and lots

see fake edz ill smack smak em
draw 4 the mak n clap em
straight up full frontal atack em
see macks and bats yh i pack em
cah i dont fuck about its no warning
kidnap u they find ur body in the morning
straight up yh i sed no warnin
shut the fuk up ur barz are borin

I have rapped, a few times, although rarely free-style. I’m more of an MC. (M.I.A. is an idol of mine).
I mix some of my own stuff and do covers of others. I don’t do this very often because I have almost no audience (I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere). Not to mention I’m a “Little White Girl” and therefore people don’t really respect rap from me.
It’s fun if you get a good audience. I once did a segment at a party for my senior class and I integrated my own rhythms and words to old Run DMC stuff. It was one of those moments where you just feel really cool.