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Shit and cheesey bars you made up in your daily grind

Care tags collab mixtape creation

Everyone wants to be with me, at the par-tee like mushrooms
Fun-guy.

Still new to this rap game, I'm just dabbling
Not making much noise
Basically a brook that is babbling.

My pen name is Serious Rowling when I'm writing my rhymes
Because I am not JK.

I'm ducking haters like I'm Neo in the Matrix
Like Kanye told ya, bow in the presence of my greatness.

all your bars are wack as shit, your words don't even rhyme
pray i get you in the care share cause i'll send some decent lines
my ramdom thoughts are well-aimed shots, no cop can save you now
keep spitting heavy shit on you until you're forced to bow
my flow is like a loaded gun, my rhythm is unheard of
put my hair up in a bun, hiroki nakamurda

lol that was fun. also not directed at anyone, everyone's lines are special in their own way (love)

That nakamurda line is fire.

met this girl who told me, "yeah im a model for yohji"
but i saw her white socks so i didn't even send her an emoji

I wear Nike to nasir, leaving ur nan in fear
my synergy is on lock, you're looking out of stock
Still trying to rep your eg's and cps
can't even do your apc's
Ain't no chance he stunting wid meeeees

With meeeees

Withhhhh meeeeees

writing raps helps me chill out.



instrumental: Abstract Rude - Stop biting

I’m Wordsworth, your words are worse
Your rhymes so dead that when you spit I call the hearse
I’m cursed to be alphabetter with the twenty-six
Symbols making arcane summons when they leave my lips
Leave tips generously to the homeless and needy
Don’t be greedy, I gave you a buck last week, you’re seedy
Always ducking and hiding
I stand tall, I’ll keep abiding long after you quit deriding
Like Brits imbibing pints at a football match
I’m wild, I cold call snatch
She’ll be waiting for me with the door unlatched
I’m poor on cash but rich in creativity and heart
Don’t start
Trying to add these to your shopping cart
I part with status symbols while you cling
Without things, you’re nothing
Admit it, it stings
You’re like broken strings on a guitar
Wish on a star and maybe like me you’ll go far
Sonar, I got the sixth sense of a bat
Kick dense rats in the cerebellum, make them splat
The impact infects your girl’s urinary tract
Fifth scene, second act
Like Juliet, no one can nurse you back



instrumental: DITC - Themes, dreams & schemes

When I was broken, they put me back together with glue
This shit was sick like the spread of the avian flu
As cooked up as homemade bread with marmalade spread
My first mistake was getting baked as I sat in the room
Dim gloom illuminated like a heroin tomb
A heroin boom in the city had led friends to smoking
To them it was a logical step up from toking
I’m not joking they continued to read up on drugs
Opiates, hallucinogenics, these white college thugs
Whose interest in substances could be said to have substance
They picked up in abundance, making plans and adjustments
With Chuck, a forty-year old who drove a hatchback
Who gave them their heroin in exchange for their cash back
I didn’t lash back as they began to get addicted
When they chose a vein and pricked it, I simply self-evicted
I brushed my knowledge under the carpet outside their room
Where I stood in the hallway and hoped that when soon
I re-entered the scene I’d find everyone breathing,
No passed out wheezing or clammy skin freezing
It wasn’t about police seizing their stash, finding desks littered with powder and ash
It was worry about safety, plus I was getting creeped out
By this other guy who started hanging about
He didn’t go to class, maybe he had dropped out
But every time he came in he’d want the kit to come out
It was he who introduced the idea of the needle
I should have urged them against it but my will was too feeble
I was a freshman and it was not until long indeed
I left their group after two panic attacks from weed
During one I was on the couch next to the addict
Who smelled homeless like a squirrel that died in an attic
Erratically, I began to hyperventilate, and I couldn’t calm down, time was obliterated
I couldn’t be satiated, I believed I was in hell
Eternity in front of me and time stood still
Caught in an endless loop of ‘fuck’ and holy shit
I watched multiple eternities occur in twelve minutes
I wasn’t in it, I was fucking out of it
And adamant that I should get fucking out of it
one kid stopped using, another sent to rehab… (etc)



instrumental : Necro - Underground

I find it difficult to keep a straight face
When I’m at the wrong time and in the wrong place
Stories are truth dissociated from moments
I foment rebellions associated with omens
Flow then like a river burble babblin’ brook
I took a look in the index, back of the book
You crook, telling convex stories with barbed hooks
Selling sex and goriness the world mistook
For reality, but all your shit is logical fallacy
Psychological prowess fills your palace with malace
Moving like a snail toward your holy grail
I zoom forward to mine, on electric rail
Speed sail, I chart courses to waters unknown
And I don’t sit on a throne, cause kings get toppled and boned
Everybody shown a slice of cheese wants to eat it
To defeat it, stop sitting around and beating it
Cheating with loaded dice, I scatter traps for mice
Greedily seeking ice which melts away before their eyes
Try this on for size, ohp your boat capsized
Sink or swim, it’s obvious they think you’re dim
When your friends pull up, sit up and do some pushups
Eat your mush up
Drop the soap
Keep your tush up
The bars you’re behind, the neural cells in your mind
Soak up turpentine as if to say ‘fuck you, you’re mine’
Unkind… (etc)

instrumental: Mos Def - Respiration

Believe me, you gotta leave me be
As young thieves we knew a lotta ways to deceive
Ricotta stomach heaves consuming all the cheese
I say please and thank you only to appease
The ice freeze your pipes with a burst exhaust
Lost in the snow-capped mountain of cost
Opportunity is silent like your boots ain’t knockin
I’m clockin’ cuckoo hours bustin ass not talkin
A lock-in to my mental prison is exhausting
My mask blocking future line of sight but I’m walkin
I’m comin in with a treacherous image of confidence
On the fence if I’m parked in the past or the present tense

Rap sandwich my rhymes are outlandish
I cut the mustard like you only can wish