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I live at home
my name is GuerillaBlack
I aint got no girl
word
If so, post a flow. I'll start it off:
I wonder if the land lord
goin come by today
maybe if i sell some drugs he'll just past on by
so my momma dont gotta cry
cuz
she aint got no money to pay him
working three jobs
and even the late shifts
my dad left when i was two
momma didnt know what to do
raisin four kids in a one bedroom apartment
tryin to do it herself
its hard its
a struggle but
im goin make it to the NBA
by my momma a mansion
with a view of the mountains and bay
dont get worried about no landlords
cuz theys a jerk
i got so much money that she dont gotta work
and
my dad came by after twenty years
sayin "hey son lets go by a bear"
uh excuse me sir who is you?
"its ur father son u know its me
i saw u live on ESPN
and wonderin if u wanna talk to me again"
i told my bodyguard to get this man
out of my way
cuz i dont talk to strangers
like my momma use to say...
I live at home
my name is GuerillaBlack
I aint got no girl
word
not bad GB, keep writing to get your practice on, keep reading to increase the vocab, and keep living to build the stories...good luck with the ballin.
When I was a little boy
They would say to me
Don't go in the world and play
It's bad company
All they had was child and faith
Let him grow and let him wait
Just to find out what it was to be free
But now I'm over twenty one
Growing up I've had my fun
And I know it's got to be
Baby lying in a womb
Are you free or in a tomb
Let me in,
I feel I want to cry.
Oh the road is long
Oh the road is long
Come on back, back.
Wash your hands and up to bed
Mind your manners
Or you're dead
Mind the cars cos you've got school on Monday
Put my trust in God
Who is he I know not what
Something mummy said one Sunday.
Maybe love is life but life is not
It's something I need plenty of.
Oh! I wish I'd died and never lived a day.
Now there's no one near me now
Tell me what to do and how
Take me back and sing my cares away.
Take me let me sing my cares away
Oh! the road is there
Oh that road is there
Come on back, back.
Oh! I'm empty now
Rainy pain has left me now.
Think of what my people used to say.
Black is black and white is white
Which to choose and which is right
Guide me to a place where I was stay.
Wrap me up and keep me warm
Hide myself far from the storm
Sleep and love will keep my mind at rest.
Only now I realise what my parents had to try.
Love you all and keep you all my life.
Oh that road is there
Oh the road is there
Come on back, back.
Wack Rappers
Man I'm so sick
of the rap game
new dances comin out
from dudes trying to earn some fame
ya they tryin to get some dollars
but they dont know
they the reason rap might die
"do yo hands like this"
"ladies rock yo hips to this"
man i wish these new rappers
would try some lyrical ish
Soulja Boy said "superman that ho"
but SB, get yo ass out the door
you aint got no flow
ur rhymes is wack
remember the days when Dr. Dre was in the booth?
no everybody yellin out chicken noodle soup!
Uh
crank dat batman
I don't know how to rap
so imma just say it again
lets take the phrase
say it twenty times
and call it a night
another ringtone success
corporate goin love me for this
I just made millions
of a dance that aint serious
you see, ignorance is universal
cuz when u spit a tight sentence
they curse you and try to earth you
for stressing direction in a game
thats stuck in it's lane going in circles
it's all insane, spit flames to ur name
for tryin to get these dames off the corner like a curfew
only to nurse you, back to health
with the promise of wealth
but ***** getting stacks
i'd rather have knowledge of self
to advance my common man
so in common we stand
cuz today, for record play
rhymings gotta come with a dance
handicappin they raps
real n!ggaz take a stance
im at the podium, black
c0cked back, and ready to attack the scans
the revolution is here, it's no longer pro-grams
it's pro-black, it's pro-hustle
for the po' that struggle
i give it to em raw from the post
for those toting muzzles
feel the flow cuzzo, that boi crazy yo
droppin hits to counter 'retarted' sh!t
that u hearin from the Radio
this is as real as it gets
***** that ringtone sh!t
i drop raw, go hard
and if i got a chorus, i promise ill never sing on it...
this is over a year old...but what the ...
As I walk through the valley,
I’m a shadow of death,
Fear for my life,
Taking my last breaths,
Family outa town,
Half my heart is gone,
I pray to Jesus,
But can’t see no dawn,
Cuz lessons learned
Sometimes cut too deep,
And the heartache burns,
Torture me as I sleep,
Work hard they said,
Cuz time heals all,
But they never walked my walk,
Or took my fall,
To taste the glory,
Heaven sent,
Then be cast down,
upon deaf ears repent,
Blessed be I, this much is true,
But cursed as well,
How bout you?
Today not bad,
I’m feeling good,
Getting closer to a life, understood,
Doc says man, chase yo dream,
But stick to reality,
The streets are mean,
And with a kid, you can not fail,
If you don’t get up,
You’ll crawl the dark trail,
A job is a job is a job they said
So now it’s up to me to keep my family fed
Can’t cry no more, cuz past is gone,
Don’t matter anyway, we got to move on,
Was bitter with J, but not no more,
I had lost faith, in what He had in store,
But getting it back, due to what He did,
Got all my blessings, and I got my kid,
Tired of the talk and tired of the nothing,
Tired of the sauce, and tired of the puffing,
Hanging with the fam, it’s what I do,
Feeling good about life, how bout you?
so yeah, i jot down from time to time...
Here's one I jotted down the other day about overcoming obstacles, leaving the old ways behind, and working to make myself a success in the big city:
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York.
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York.
it's catchy chopper, i'll give you that...i can't see you using the word vagabond though...not that i'm questioning your skills mind you...good stuff.
I wrote this for my high school literature class a few years ago. Hope u guys like it!
I get up, and nothin' gets me down
You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You got to roll with the punches and get to what's real
Ah, can't ya see me standin' here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't ya see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump. Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead an' jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Rap = Re s Attempting Poetry
Not even close. I'll post some songs from various artists that will make you look stupid.
this was a freestyle I came up with for this one girl in 4th grade...she loved it.
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
_____________________________________^ rack!
Whats wrong no wallpaper topic for you to slam so you slam this one?
These young people are in this topic to express their passion and you want to ruin it?
Don't let Rudetails unmotivate anyone keep the talent coming.
Rap sucks. Real men sing rock. Thread over.
I like to see you and Brutials tell these guys that to their faces!
Eazy E would not hesitate to pop a cap in both your white cracker ass's
Bull .
Rap < Rock.
/THREAD
Rap>>>>>>>>>>Rock.
I have no problem with rock, or music that other people listen to, but damn, people always love to jump on the bandwagon and hate on rap.
Do you have Eazy-E's email?I like to see you and Brutials tell these guys that to their faces!
Home address?
I'll tell'm!
Modern day Rap is a lot like 80's rock. Pure but had greatness before it...
Hopefully the next generation of Rap will be better.
Oh it will be. Please, PLEASE, do NOT listen to the radio, or watch MTV/BET. They believe rap consists of Soulja Boy or other new bull dance records. Real rap comes from people like Common, Lupe Fiasco, Kanye West, Little Brother, Chamillionaire, and others.
Last edited by GuerillaBlack; 08-30-2008 at 10:26 PM.
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