Got a lotta trill talk in this one yall....
Even post up the lyrics for ya on this one...
Take a few sec and let me know ya thoughts...hot or not...etc.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/67460041c7c52e28/
Fresh on the scene,
Its Rapko, no its not,
man its Mr. Clean,
Rub it for good luck
Im lost off the top
That’s why I use my mic
to make sure I keep my thoughts straight
Salvador Dali see the rap game’s screwed
(Look it)
im free, you imprisoned by ya mind, now
(Book ‘em)
Booker T, Dubs in my pocket,
A lotta haters see me tryna shine and wanna stop it
(I shook ‘em)
So I’m back on my grind
You chill at half-time
I go and grab mine
a lyrical landmine
Invisible to the ones that walking on top
They step on me I’m exploding with my thoughts
Im not in this thing for a minute
Cuz if ya not in it then ya out, man its physics.
Or is it really physics cuz I see no limits
For now I’m a enter, lemme show you to the exit
I meant it, for now, in the past, and forever ima wreck it
Im coming hardcore with this thing,
at ya door with this thing
And ya best come and answer when I ring
say when it rains man it pours
Ain’t afraid to get wet, while ya stayin indoors
Im ahead of my time, in the past I reside
When real rappers knew how to rhyme
People saw the times and they spoke their mind
Without any care what somebody thought
Its bout time that somebody talked
Our economy ain’t the only thing that’s a crisis
Look at the world, man, its Christ-less
But ppl wear Jesus on their neck
Then they swear the next line, that gets my respect?
Nawwww…like I’m playboy tre
Ya rappers need to carry more weight.
I ain’t talking crack, cuz that’s the wrong substance
And like ya skills and ya drugs im above it
Im on a next level, this theatre this is art
I got the main part, either way I upstage ya
I’m major, a lotta things seeming real crazy
But I wouldn’t leave this rap game if they payed me,
well, maybe….