I thought I'd try this rap shit out
I'm just a young motherfucker tryna make it out,
Now I'm hanging with my demons, try to take me out.
All this bullshit's really something i could do with out.
yeah,
I'm making beats only in my bedroom,
Now I'm hearing voices dawg, yeah man, me too.
I've come a long motherfucking way,
Now there's no stopping me - no fucking way.
While death looms on the horizon, that don't stop me from _ rising
but really where the fuck am i going?
Did I have my chance? Did I already blow it? (yeah)
Heard the first four bars, ain't gotta write that out,
because that's what this music shit's all about, man
fuck these bitches I'm just grinding hard, and while I'm at it,
i need to check a motherfucker's card.
Because some people really ain't bout shit.
They smile in yo' face, then they lie right quick.
Man its really getting cold out here,
even in the Fouth Florida where the snow don't near.
Shout out to Jah, Hes a lyrical god.
Hes a real motherfucker bitch this is not a charade.
Who else is real?
Man, that's a Good Question,
I be asking myself that before I'm resting.
I'll fuck around and get arrested for
giving all these rappers their final resting place.
underground while I be up in space, and I'm
off these fuckin' pills, I cant feel my fuckin' face.
If we're talkin' bout why I ain't sober, i got a
lot of fuckin' problems that I cant get over,
and I'm thinkin' bout all that shit that had happened with Jake.
Dawg, I miss you man. You cannot be replaced.
Is this music shit really for me?
Fuck that talk, this shit finna set me free.
If you follow the bars, then you will see this
fucked up place I call my mind its a dichotomy.
Verse 2 - Jah:
Bitch I'm determined
to get my earnings
I'm backwoods burning
These maggots squirming
These bitches yearning
For the dick
Pray these bitches never catch me slip
While they throwing fits
I be throwing on the nicest fits
Procedures is off the meter
No nigga you can't defeat em
These bitches I never need em
Create these bars they repeat em
Boy how you gon ever lead em
When really it's only that tail that you chase
Got em pale in the face
They gon fail at this pace
Leave a trail n they trace
Everything I spits dope, you'll need scales for the weight
Plotting plots till I feel my brain throb
Nigga fuck a lame job
Sent here for a main cause
Cause, what's just so fulfilling
Is just that soulful feeling
When you just know you killing
When all those o's be filling
Your bank account
Make a motherfucker think about
All the hate they'd shout
Like this nigga couldn't make it out
I got a vision and Ima write till I can't see no more
Me n my niggas get so high till we can't see the floor
I'll kill these rappers till these motherfuckers be no more
They prolly thought I'd be another fucking bino
A fucking drake
But sorry I can't relate
Got different shit on my plate
This here's what you can't replace
I used to skate
But now I done flipped my pap
N shuv it all in yo face
Cause all you'd show me was hate
Man I swear y'all on that fake shit
Talk shit in my face bitch
Twitter fingers ain't shit
I'm refined while they be make shift
'Nough to make the plates shift
Keep up with the pace bitch
Guaranteed the flow will hit you in the temple
At any tempo
Open your mental
Dreams I attempt those
wrote this verse on an empty stomach, just to show how I feel
So you know that it's real
Know the flows hard to steal
Outro - Player 4:
I can't stop yet.
I've got too much to live for.
I can't stop, no not yet.
Let me see what the future holds.
DJ and producer Samrai (Swing Ting) offers their first full-length LP, a vibrant electronic portrait of South Asian migrant experiences. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 4, 2023