New song i'm working on, so far i just have the second verse and a hook though. But i like it. Tell me your thoughts on it.
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ARE YOU REAL ENOUGH?
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What is real enough?
i'm not the average rapper runnin at chya
i'm mental, instrumentals, lyrics, commin at chya
My thoughts trapped in a kennel, what comes out's a disaster
My sped thoughts too fast to speak
When attempted...it causes a dental disaster
New songs invented, no idea when they'll sign me or pick it up faster
My jaw's indented, pencil broke, when i can't think of a chapter
In my life that's positive, i got no momentum
I lost the inspiration, all to live on the spectrum,
of normal livin indications, coins to blow up, i spent em
Causin driven sensations, just when i thought i could heal em
Stallin' physical vibrations, just to show that i'm real..
enough to spit out callin rhymes so mystical they make you feel what you hear
And not only do i lyrically kill you, but i'm ill when i hear you
I'm pukin out my guts, when i hear you actin tough
I'm not stoopin to fake lust, ya stupid fake gangstas
So feel free to wake us, when you feel you can take us
I'm not racist, but i seen ya faces before, i hate chya!
[HOOK]:
Are you real?
I guess we'll find out when you squeal
We'll peel, off ya skin, and see what's instilled
We'll take off the sheild, find the true coward inside that you've sealed
Are you real?
Keep on fakin shit
you'll find out what's gonna happen
i'm not only sayin this....in the midst of my rappin
i rot only with the sick, the sick ones still rappin
whether the rhymes are spit, when they're attackin,
death, pointin it with the tip of their blade
or sent back in, or whether they're sent back packin
we're all real enough to stab with you with the black end, of our knife
trappin your fear in our sight
then when your eyes bloodshot
face kept the same
no tears will drop
too busy, mouth still open..from the scream...
and while you still think this is a dream
it's like you think it's a play
you're in one caught moment
but you can't end the scene
and obscene thoughts runnin through our head that we've stolen
all thinkin alike
that you know that we'll roll in
not scared to get in a fight
and i know you think it hurt,
the black end of the knives,
but how would you feel,
if we stabbed you with the tip this time
[Hook]