Become a rapper

i,m from that dirty dirty/where that money stay greasy/making money hard/but getting money easy/moving up in the world/like George and Louise/hoes like nap time/day stay mad easy/throw them hoes on bread/yeah day stay mad cheesy/baby stay sharp/other hoes stay dull/cum at me/i will rip ya brain out ya skull/wen it rains/people get wet/baby cum around/putting them in debt/if ya cum near me/c ma pockets so full/and i,m so high/like i been drinking red bull/cant bring me down/cant stop ma flow/yeah i got dough/but i ain’t no hoe/i do what i do/so i do what i did/yeah its true i am a little kid/but i got more flow/den half the rappers out there/look at ma face/does it look like i care/so yeah /give the dog a bone/yeah dis little pup ain’t coming home/ma name’s baby b/let me show u how i do/nope not haters/i ain’t rolling wit u/i roll wit the best/yeah day finer den the rest/wit diamonds on day chest/giving hard haters stress/haters b saying baby b u a mess/look at them/laugh and say yes/ma name b jess/and u know that i,m the best/yeah i,m a beast/rip ya heart rite out ya chest/

its painful to find that in my mind im fine
but im human when it comes time to try and remind
myself that time after time
that i fall farther and harder than anyone else
when i fail man this life can be hell
sometimes id rather be locked up in jail
or in prison just tell me who really would miss him
this precision vision is equially distant
to the goals that i got and preach
even though this is a goal i’ll never meet
i wanna take this trophy that seems out of reach
and show all of ya’ll that its now under my feet

i hope i can find what i need in here

Hip hop rapping’s what’s called the real game, shit’s un-tamed, timed, with weak blind one side bs lines broken like the sheeple’s mind-Rapping time. Mainstream is rapping for money-sold out MC wannabes, more like hollow wrappers than fluency or strait and narrow-rolled to heed.. calls from the master’s teeth, puppet fools with gangster leans-about the image but not MCs the assault would drop ‘em to their knees and make ‘em freeze with cold blood to seize, some might seem cool on tv but they still sold out for cash and greed, forget what you read, magazines-are-propaganda-think about what it makes you think and see, do not breed, the same kinda wack dis-ease, just drop a line with your head and try not to forget the beat. Think on your feet, find wack rappers ‘round mid-day, that’s about when it’s time to eat, digest the beat and flush their lines to swallow these.

Parents moving away. Living with each day.
Nine to five every other day.
Killing with this blade.
My arms are bleeding from the pain.
No one understands my days.

The unimaginable intangible substantial sabbatical, thought-forms of the rich, and they calling us radical they’re defected, egocentric fucks and demented they live in make-believe, run the department ‘nough said just wanna see you dead, if-not-your-kids me-di-a gettin in your head attention spread, like lead in the cut poisoning eyes til they bled to the butt no personality fucks that wanna strut fronting labels for comfort I ask what? brainwashed for the scene in a month coming up to bat and ending with a bunt blunt.. hunt on a dime smokin all the time not a crime if it is against humanity then why does it make me see things so pleasantly divine cut like a freebie mouthin against weed is mouthin against a plant g, the plant’s green, making air paper kind and policy what the fucks a problem with gas oil and energy? medcine sen and occasionally a couple seeds the shit should be free but we’ll have to wait n’ see plant your seed and grow a tree make it obvious that you say fuck the system’s greed I wanna smoke my green and if you don’t like it bitch then we’ll scrap and see, jurisdiction is imaginary so back the fuck off of my private property, pigs wanna search tell ‘em nothin except that you disagree, vote against their shit faithfully, legalize the plant so we can all be free.

I’m dope like a cronic tree crossing with white rhino seeds still the dopest hobby rhymer exploding like catastrophies burnin trees everyday is the lifestyle don’t concede just proceed with the second’s style and what it breeds, on your mind I feed read defile beat and plant my seeds, flowing like the rush that you get from your super weed it’s what you want and what you need just don’t forget to breath and just be free, love the life and rock with me, this shit’s for ya’ll so hope ya read, now I’m out for now yo peace

Lyrics as a lesson, a confession of profession, runnin through your mind like an eagle now it’s testin, breakin growing for perception, the mind is more than it knows so now your second guessin. The question, energy, the thing that makes up you and me, also some other things like animals and disease.. plants planets pleas.. pretty much everything we hear feel think or see. Ya see, back in the day there was a creator, the being was beautiful and never thought of hate – it favored favor. Then, like a breeze he did a favor, he created a place for his future children to have and savor, in time the attitude fell bad, but that’s another story back to that question we had.

In this creation he included a foundation, something permeating that created a vibration, something versatile but with a habbit of rotation, controlled by conciousness or in the least by it’s abraision. This controls our lives so turn off your damn playstation, no time for games this aint a mild equation. I’m blazin’... on fire with an ease, an open mind gets this shit while a closed one just receededs, had to take a moment and now I’ll just proceed, a bad energy most have is summarized as greed. Money, paper, former trees. We’re basing our lives on something outdateded for centuries.

It’s all about the dividing of the classes, how else could several people hope to rule the masses? They kill your kids, take your house and jail your asses, there is no fucking law that says you have to pay your taxes. They make billions and don’t have to move their asses, how much do you make where you work for this cash shit? It just doesn’t add up, it isn’t sensible, the only people who make shit are usually the tools. If I were you, I’d reevaluate this bull, clear away the negativity and be free flowing in this school. With lyrics as a lesson one chapter is just a tool. So more will come later.. when I feel like rhyming fool.

He’s back in the area like the skunk hash
Welcome back a respectable guy, it’s Nunez
He’ll fuck you up tryin’ to sneak up with the bags
Motherfucker where’d you get the pound from?-Back that ass
Burn some of that sweet grass
Top it off with some shards off the quarter pound bricked hash
Smoke the bowl like it robbed ya and tried to grab your stash
Finish the scene to hit ‘em up at the real bash
Gimme a drink, cigar, buds and some nice ass
Tomorrow’s never sure so party like tonight might be your last

Didn’t feel like battling so decided to work with ya, hope you don’t mind, I’m battling on request only because I think I need to expand a little bit in other directions so if anyone wants to battle me in particular then just let me know in the post or by message.

Im back again cuz these bitches justed kicked me off
im here to rap these motha fuckas here to tick me off
you wanna tick me off well you got something coming
i make a couple threats and watch the owner get to running
i get to stunting, when im spittin a freestyle
you get to fronting, when i spit in the mic thats just heat style
i didnt know 43things was like myspace
you say a bad word and they like get the fuck outta my face
yo tom looking ass
almost er’body on this site is trash
and when i clash
i sell more tickets than the american bash, Back again