Kraze_Da_Rapper

omg a fellow wattshit rapper!!
          I dont have a lot out yet but I got some good shit coming!

I’m an enigma with a stigma
          A whole bunch of charisma
          And rhymes that’ll hit you as fast as Knuckles the Echidna
          
          I ain’t a gangster rapper, but I’ll be damned if I’m holding punches 
          Just call me a chef, I’m always cooking and serving scolding lunches 
          
          I ain’t talking blinging the wrist
          I’m only talking swinging the fist 
          
          Just ‘cause I’m a conscious rapper, doesn’t mean I can’t be feral 
          You fuck around with me and my people and you’ll end up in peril 
          
          I’m making waves like Neptune and Poseidon
          You other rappers guess who’s on the horizon? 
          I’m a heavyweight rapper with a Belt like Orion
          A superstar rapper, presidential like Joe Biden 
          
          You rappers probably think that the Devil’s ill, but I bet ya God’s iller
          Neither made me though, I’m man-made like Mechagodzilla 
          
          Got messages hidden in my art like it’s Meccha Chameleon
          Whilst you rappers ain’t serious, y’all make better comedians 
          
          Except y’all ain’t even funny, the shit you spit is just corny
          Next time you plan on showing me that wack shit, warn me
          
          I’m clutching The Sands of Time like The Prince of Persia 
          But I won’t involve these hands of mine in an inch of murder 
          
          Because murdering people ain’t something you can relate to 
          But if you somehow think otherwise, then I’ll happily debate you

The road to superstardom is full of craters and ditches 
          Meant to derail those who only want the paper and riches 
          And yet, this game’s still plagued with fakers and bitches 
          So now we in a rivalry that’s heated like Pacers vs Knicks is
          
          I wipe the floor with wack MC’s the same way we mop our tiles 
          They still couldn’t beat me in a battle if we were to swap our styles 
          
          Because I can be the iller killer who spits all that nonsense filler
          But they can’t be the guy who keeps it real without writing a thriller 
          
          That shock factor got you falling flat on your face like The Shockmaster
          You might stay afloat for a little while, but you’ll sink like a rock after 
          
          The only thing you’ll ever see me killing here, is tracks ‘n’ rhymes 
          You continue writing those fake bars, you’ll only find facts in mine 
          
          Nowadays, tryna separate the real rap from the drivel 
          Is kinda like tryna separate a steak’s fat from the gristle 
          When there should be a difference like a clap and a whistle 
          But it’s like every rapper that’s using this app is a missile
          
          Y’all seem to have confused being explosive with blowing up 
          You fail to realise that you can have impact without going nuts
          And you can hit all the targets you set without throwing duds
          But you still act like a “star in the making” without showing goods
          
          So people read what you write and wish you weren’t so aggressive 
          Because you have potential, but all of your songs lack a message 
          
          And just in this little freestyle, you can see the kind of message you’re lacking 
          Hopefully you take something from this that helps freshen your rapping

Whatsup dude? '=D thx for following me 

Ah, so I see that you rap aswell (not that your username gave it away or anything tho!) Lol 🤣

This year is my year 
          Some of the shit I hear
          Ain’t suitable for those who can’t buy beer
          But that ain’t always a bad idea
          My criticism’s constructed like furniture from IKEA
          
          There’s some pretty rough terrain that makes up this landscape 
          And there’s plenty of fluff and pain packed into your bland tapes
          
          Nobody can relate to your wack shit, you murderous hack
          Ain’t nobody bumping your superfluous track
          
          I gotta be the one to begin the game’s revival 
          And stay around long enough to ensure it’s continued survival 
          
          Everyone else has lots sight of Hip-Hop’s purpose 
          This game’s about expressing yourself, but not by committing murders
          
          See I keep it real, the only thing I’m killing is rhymes
          You’re out here spitting confessions, spilling your crimes 
          
          But sinners ain’t winners in this game we play
          That’s why you’re corny rap name ain’t a name we say
          
          You ain’t in discussions with Pac and Biggie
          Because every rhyme you spit is wack and shitty
          
          Like the Illuminati logo, I’m the all seeing eye
          I’m able to see when ya’ll think ya’ll being sly 
          
          Rappers went from wanting to be the slickest
          To wanting to be the sickest 
          But really, they racing each other to see who’s career will end the quickest
          
          It really is a sad state of affairs 
          That’s why I’m taking it back to when complex rhymes were used to add weight to a verse

New song Montez Ford Shit out now!

Hey man, I’m Revilo, I’m a member of the Wattpad rap community!
          
          I think your songs are amazing and I would love to work with you at some point if you’re down!
          
          I also have a mixtape that you can submit a song for to get a little extra exposure if you’re interested! 
          
          You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I think you would benefit from it!
          
          I look forward to talking to you and potentially working with you soon! 

Yo go check out the first 3 tracks of my new album Krazy World!

Yo it’s Kraze! 
          
          New songs coming soon!