It has been a rough couple of days. Covid has hit us like a fuckin truck! It started off with 1 soldier, my father. Spreading like a wildfire, it caught up fast with mum and grandma. I have been smoking some everyday. Whenever I felt the need of some kind of performance mode, I went up and smoked some so I come down in a couple of days. If you are noticing a lyrical pattern, that is because I am currently listening to "No Love" by Eminem ft. Lil Wayne. Em and Lil have been in the industry for so long now, that they constitute to the roots of the industry, a part. People are coming up with, "I grew up listening to Eminem" and they go on to become NF. You see what I am saying? It has become a religion, if you have heard "Believe" by Eminem.
I added a good verse to my previous rap, only to end up not publishing it because I forgot to click "Publish", I was high. I smoked my first solo an hour ago, after which I had to help my sister tend to her 'earing problem'. She recently fell prey to snatching and theft, in which she lost her phone and her ear got damaged. I say, we are blessed that they did not cause any more harm. I'm looking at half-murder, because the boys who hurt her, they have been on my radar for two weeks now, all through which I was tending to my parents and their condition, which was deteriorating. Mother definitely met Mother Mary and came back to this world because her vitals(SPO2) dropped to an all time low, sixty!
Lately, there has been some dark shit going on in my mind. I have been thinking of verses, impromptu and I send them to friends on snapchat, but that is why I started writing here. I thought I could drop some verses, perhaps get some bills paid and end up being some you actually know.
For the first time, I am listening to Mirror by Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars, what the fuck! It is awesome and I had no clue this shit existed! I would say, for a novice, English as it is today, is a funny enigma!
If you do not make the cut, you are shit,
If you are too good, you are "the shit",
If you are naive, you don't know shit!
Aight! Imma just go ahead and post my shit!
Now, stemming back to the previous attempt at rap, the one from April 25.
I am going to copy that rap shit here and then add some. Also, I am having a good trip, listening to Mirror by Justin Timberlake.
I know why I am here
I 'stand the whys
Told these fuckers
Said not to lie
I shoot the snitches
This school ain't dry
Hop in the back seat
Ghost rider! Good bye!
I tried to grammar these na zis
I'm Kamikaze
To shut up, to zip it, I'm papi
No Mase- no -rati
No fucking Bughatti
Keep nodding you're hopping
These verses I'm dropping
This music is poppin
The shadies are watching
You're Marcus I'm Hopsin
I rap in the parking lot, I'm shouting now
Why would you stop it!
But what if I'm shouting!
I'm spitting my vows and
I'm summa cum laude
From birth, I am talking
I'm first-born in knowledge
So goddamn acknowledge
The reaper is crawling
I'm grim and you're falling
This cipher ain't garbage
I'm fucking barbaric
Rapping to chopper flow, learning but falling
To some I'm appalling,
But others are calling
To come in and rap, I'm so fucking exorbitant!
Jesus! no mauling
Keep scratching my balls like I'm Paul
and you're bearers
The fuckin' cheerleaders?
Yeah! They are stallin'!
So my ex-bitch, we're dropping your game
And maybe now would be dropping your name
But my con(science) pricks me, I'm fucking insane
So I stick to my subject
Imparting some pain!
My knowledge, I'm buddha
I spit like a shooter
I'm Freddy I'm Kruger
I nut in your palm
You lick it like diamonds
No manner no time huh!
I fuck up your father!
I'm rapping, you're fapping
You a feminist nagging
A pseudo-type soldier
The war? It ain't over!
The war, it is calling
The way you are falling
Like blood on a wall
You're wagging your tail
To verses I'm calling
I'm spitting no shame
Dishonored-my game
I fuck like no-saint
I'm fired methane
You're Harley I'm Joker
Let's play a new game!
Put a gun to your temple
I am drugged and you're mental
You call an ambulance
I call up the mortuary
Fuck! Now you're screamin!
I load you with Pyrex
I set you on fire
You're screaming I'm laughing
This rap? It ain't stopping!
The fuck up, the crime scene
I'm cleaning my closet
My mother was calling
She hung up the call
I'm scared to lose her
NO! I am not trolling
Some women I want are
My mother and sister!
A fucking minister
The fucking sinister
I pull out my pistol
A glock in my right
A Wessen in left
Your wifey is dead
You speaking? You dare?
Like fuck I don't care!
Grow up a pair
I'm passing O' Hare
Preaching this prayer
A fucking nightmare
The nightmare of preachers, and my high school teachers
We follow some seekers
I worshipped the Will Smith
Some think he's a snare
I'm fucking aware
Of some journey he staired
Climbing ladders and ladders
his game, it ain't kidding
Not truth with some dares!
