Sorry I can't record, please critique

by **Rain Matrix** » Jul 10th, '07, 04:22

my rhymes show dedication, trying 2 find a fine flow, tests ya patience
make sure ya mind knows education and try not 2 find those reservations

if life sux, u gotta fight luck, my vocab is lucious, it just is
I crush kids, like I'm in a rush bitch, think about tha justice

I see tha whole picture, I don't have 2 pull triggers
my lines are so bitter, my style stays strong like old liquor

honest kids promises, get u 2 change and leave yur hustle at home
see past it, or there will be drastic use of brains, muscle and bone

I go till tha parties up
yet my buzz is hardly enough
yur fickle sounds reflect
a trickle down effect
so run 2 ya waiting cellar
go 2 tha top rain may tricks
u better start taking shelter

here's a fact, no 1 takes my sac, I'm like gimme that back
I rap exact and intact, I walk up 2 girls like gimme that back

no remorse, try 2 show me force, u'll be played out like a phony sport
take that next step, and yur text's death will be yur only course

my bounty climbs, between my county's lines, I'm always postworthy
I deliver it like a master, so have yur laughter, but I'm tha most sturdy

he gaurds his plans, call me tha "garbage man" I'm disbanding guys trash
tha beefs ending, quit pretending, u know yur not withstanding rains wrath

I go till tha parties up
yet my buzz is hardly enough
yur fickle sounds reflect
a trickle down effect
so run 2 ya waiting cellar
go 2 tha top rain may tricks
u better start taking shelter

what I'm thinking about, sinks in tha doubt, people cross ya quick, sometimes it's hard 2 find positives
I write when I'm truly shattered, knowing my duties mattered, no 1 knows what tha rhymes cost tha kid

I won't touch fakeness, I know u can't rush greatness, fuck what some evil lies promise
relaxation is now mine, even in my down time, I keep a sound mind, I drop like legalized chronic

my crazy comes in lottery, lately dumb things bother me, I should find steady pay
I own my rap, I'm happy 4 tha home I have, I sit back and observe tha future everyday

what will I make my life, tha survey they seemingly take by right, this path's discovery
no need 4 hate, so I mask this other me, cuz 2 many throw it away, like plastic cuttery

I go till tha parties up
yet my buzz is hardly enough
yur fickle sounds reflect
a trickle down effect
so run 2 ya waiting cellar
go 2 tha top rain may tricks
u better start taking shelter

by **Tash8** » Jul 10th, '07, 06:15

my rhymes show dedication, trying 2 find a fine flow, tests ya patience

^ I really liked that line the line after it though screwd it up for me

but pretty good rain, i'm liking ur new style with not forcing..