Fallin

[Emadyville]

I wrote this song for my mixtape, done to the fallin beat from the Jay-z track on American Gangster, just seein what you all think, feedback appreciated. Thanks.

I’m not supposed to be here not thuggin my rep,
Or not talking about my last drug intercept,
And have a gun fall out when I’m tuggin my vest,
And a chick with those double D jugs on they chest,
At the top there’s nothing left, I’m a struggling mess,
On the bubble of death stuck on these troubling debts,
What am I hustling next? Another bundle of X?
A background from the streets where I was doubling bets,
And now I’m famous ain’t it just a form of Russian roulette,
I worry too much of respect but I’m not bustin a sweat,
Cause I’ve come to realize I’ve been stuck in the deck,
I continue to fall and have no luck with the best,
But I’m ….to the point of no return,
Now you can understand why we all crash and burn,
Cause I’m…and I feel I can’t get up,
Maybe a set up, nope, but I’ll never let up

Right into this trap,
I had it back it up and put myself on the map,
Writing the best I can I think I may be the smartest,
Hardest worker you’ve ever seen as an artist,
Regardless, if I left myself in the darkness,
That’s in the back of my mind and the farthest,
From where I need to be repeatedly succeeding-see,
I’ve been bleeding needlessly so inside it’s eating-me,
And keeping-me from where I probably fit-in,
No apologies cause honestly it’s logically written,
And they possibly shittin’ themselves sick of it all,
You might have thought I’d stop or predicted a stall,
From the game I can’t enter, for the fact I can’t flow,
Maybe my rhymes were too fast and the beat too damn slow,
Either way either option, I’m back at it again,
And right now I know you’re thinking to yourself…Goddamn!

I’m not a rapper I’m a lyricist, that’s tearing-this,
Paper apart with the pen as my therapist,
My heart on my sleeve please believe that I’m wearing-this,
Very-pissed rappers are looked at like terrorists,
Half are scared-of-this and the other half are spiritless,
Seven years of bad luck if you try to mirror-this,
Skill, but you can’t there’s no way of comparing-this,
You hear-it-just like egos but we go fearless,
I’m peerless, and it’s just me as a theorist,
I’m the illest when I write so they always steer left,
It might appear-jest but you all just appear-less,
Now that I’m everywhere you’re all a feared-mess,
And this mixtape will be the best you will hear-yet,
And it’s getting passed out like you after beer-fest,
And I got my reps up now it’s time to compare sets,
They’re falling their so tired get them somewhere to rest….

[Marsh devileny]

Real dope peice man keep it up

[Purple23Haze]

Are you really famous though? or just sayin so
My aim and flow a flame that spreads as it blows
Mental sentinel pen flows like bends and moats
Heres a toast to the most relentless ghost
Those thats post...life coast ta coast strife aint back the mic is it?
No I'm fuckin around I just thought that would be something I'd visit
Don't get timid but I think vivid and I think alot of time it seems to exist bitches!

By the way that was a pretty tight piece yo!

[stevethetruth]

great piece keep up the good work