I just kind of thought of this and ran with this, it's only one verse now, but if I'd do a whole song it'd be "One Word". Feedback appreciated.
If you would use only one word to describe me,
Then my vibe be timely and nothing short of lively.
If there was only one word you were given to denote,
You would say that I devote everything that I wrote,
To the truest form even as now the newest norm,
Is to the clear the sky and see the bluest in the storm,
So if there was only one word you could use to indicate,
My place in this whole game it’d be that I vindicate,
Cause it’s not science we all know to win-is-great,
But it’s for self-satisfaction as I self-administrate,
So if one word could explain what he signifies,
It would be respect for it all as he always dignifies,
Even with restrictions cause even if you limit-skies,
And say he’s fake then when will the gimmicks-die?
There’s nothing fake with rhyming so those are vivid-lies,
So there’s only one word left to question is-it-pride?
Or is it truth, cause he could have quit but didn’t-try,
So it’s rap-envisioned no apparition cause image-wise,
He’s the opposite, he’d of lost a bit and finished-tied,
At the bottom with the nobodies but his livid-mind,
Was able to overcome, step forward and pivot-fine…
Ok here's the new verse. More feedback on this, thanks.
Forget a single word he probably needs a sentence,
There’s so many to describe and he would prevent-this,
The list is too long and the truth is that it’s endless,
His limit is the universe and his range is the nexus,
And every time he writes he will always best-this,
Cause rhyming is a drug and my love is infectious,
And think about it I don’t really curse or talk sexist,
Do violence or drugs so what’s left and next-is,
To ex-this list of new rap dudes whose hypocrites,
That flipped the script sold out and dipped in it,
Cashed out on ringtones bought whips with it,
Didn’t it just ruin it with raps new immigrants,
No way to sit back and claim their innocence,
They stole the game and left with dividends,
Meant for the legends, rap gods not citizens,
They were the front line they were raps minute-men,
Who were sick, still are and if they spit-again,
Which I hope for maybe rap will be sick-again,
That’s why I’m here so we don’t hear this shit-again,
So respect is meant for me too whenever I sit-and-pen….
Ok third verse I wrote yesterday...Feed on this too, thanks
Only one sentence would make a coward act,
Like he’s the shit, I think I’d need a paragraph,
And a diagram, you might need a power-graph,
It might take you some time so flip the hourglass,
What is there to say I couldn’t be certainer,
Did I kill this song? Then call me a murderer,
Did I show emotion? Then say I drama-filled,
Do I respect rap? Say I have this genre-killed,
Did I keep a good flow? Say I’m like a creek,
Do I speak my mind? Say that when I speak,
I keep it true to the way it was set up prior,
And I raised the bar it couldn’t get up higher,
I also expose the truth I don’t let up liars,
And my flame is bright I can’t step up fires,
Cause if I do then I’d be blazing like a pothead,
And my ego would grow, I’d become a hothead,
There’s so much I’ve done with everything not said,
Hip-hop has life even of the top five a lot dead,
So I go full throttle still know no role models,
Pop the cork flow bottles fuck it write a whole novel…