shakes wrote:
WITCHER 3 FOR LIFE!!!
IMU
you know, one thing i love about being me is that when i hear some standard-fare-hiphop tracks like "i'm dope and you need to know this" (cuz remember, all rapping is = "saying what people
wish they could say in a way they never thought of saying it before" -- and most people just wanna say
"i'm fricking awesome" like MC Paul Barman b4 them =) it's like, dude, this [UPCOMING] track totally describes me! [read: NOT the paul barman one here] so without further adieu... [drum roll]
Artist: Aceyalone
Song: Serve and ProtectAh
Yeah
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
[note: in this 1st verse i sub out the word "rapper" for "poster" =]
When it first hits you
And you figure out the truth it's quite shockin
To see the mic rockin, beat knockin
They throwin [posting] punches but I'm blockin
I hit the open gash and I clock em
Rock em, sock em, my only intention
Is the off-the-ground suspension
With the decision for mid-air collision
Crash! That's my intentionAll that means is smash a [poster], bash a [poster], [poster] slash
Remember what happened last time a [poster] flashed to throw flames?
He forgot that hell was hot!
No brains, you just parked your car in Salem's lot ("witcher" being said made me think of salem here)
And Sky-Cam knows who I am (hey CH/JORR you know this probably applies to me too, right? =)
The shots will be aimed at you, helpless lamb
I hold it down (serve and protect)
Blow up the spot (serve and protect)
Take you out (serve and protect)
The mic is mine (serve and protect)
The time is now (serve and protect)
I speak the word (serve and protect)
Close your mouth (serve and protect)
And that's my job (serve and protect)
Statistics say linguistics pay
My mystic display made em insist that I stay (ain't that right
bigfan? =)
Huh, I'm on the level where I meditate and levitate
And dedicate every awaken day so I can celebrate
My last drink of water, my last piece of bread (...thanks grandpa! =)
I'm the last bullet in the chamber aimed at your head
Stranger, cause you thought I was better off dead
Not shot out of anger but duty insteadLook, me and you [posters] got one common thread
We both speak the language so you know what I said
The spot on the ground is where I bled
The tracks are my tears from the love that I spread
Grieve no more when you breathe no more
Do you believe in happiness or believe in war?
Speak no more, talk no more
I open up my poetry when I walk through the door
[babbler's note: this last verse TOTALLY describes my relationship with the C/S/FMB, so i subbed out "beats" for "board"]
Better calm your nerves before you get served
For sure I give you what you deserve
And then some, I win some, I win some
I win some, I win some, I hold em for ransom
Has nothin to do with bein handsome
When I enhance em
I dance em around like a marionette
Pup-pet, then string em along like a pet
Poodle, walk the dog but get stopped in your tracks
Shake the ground and you drop to your back
The uncontrollable urge for me and the [board] to merge
Sends a surge of shockwaves through my words
And you are my target
I got a infinite amount of ammunition just to spark it
In the end all you heard was a scream
Diggin as dug in the concrete, a disappearing dream
And don't tell me how it seemsTo hold it down (to serve and protect)
To blow up the spot (to serve and protect)
To take you out (to serve and protect)
The mic is mine (to serve and protect)
The time is now (to serve and protect)
I speak the word (to serve and protect)
Close your mouth (to serve and protect)
That's my job (to serve and protect)
With respect
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Curious Hair wrote:
Les Grobstein's huge hog is proof that God has a sense of humor, isn't it?