This is an older song, but something I thought people on here would like, just one verse that I was going for a straight hip-hop feel.
Lyrics:
I could sit here write rhymes til I die,
Write the sickest verse have DQ spit it bring me back alive,
The linguistic statistics I visit so consistent,
No shit it’s a win when I spit it’s,
Incredible it’s visible not trivial, exceptional,
This ain’t lust it’s love, an arrangement,
A marriage engagement for me and the mic in my basement,
No estrangement from it,
So you must stomach how I phrase it,
Just love it and praise it’s a covenant and sacred,
A rhyme plausible becomes audible,
I throw it up like I vomit all,
That’s comical, not at all, cause I’m volatile,
I’m jumpin this fence with intents ta invent rhymes that go a distance,
Unknown make entrance,
To the game my intrest to change make indents insane to the index that they claim,
But I’ll start at D. Dubs for instance to name,
He seems-stressed with regrets and yes he gets depressed,
Represses then regress just tryin to refresh,
He can’t be-blessed scars show deep-ness
So he’s sleep-less, tired and detests,
Being cut from the wrong clothe he’s after the seamstress,
Not following footsteps everyday he looks death,
In the eyes shakes his hand so he can say he shook death,
It’s euphoric, metaphoric, rhetoric at its finest,
Ignore-it in your mind enough times to rewind-this,
My kindness has the glass half full,
Cause half empty only tempts me to become an asshole,
So fill the glass til it spills and shatters doesn’t matter if you look it’s,
A looking glass looking back at me crooked...
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