Tuesday, June 21, 2011

In need of some positive criticism about this rap I made?

How are you talking so loud
when your walking around
with a c0ck in your mouth
headphones in, blocking the sound
planning on bombing the town
nothing can stop us now
our mind is set, adrenaline pumping
millions running
the killers are coming
you can feel us humming
to the sound of the bullets
grab the fire alarm, pull it
snap your arm just to prove you can do it
screw it, your falling off track,
they all come crawling back
fu#k all these fakers calling their sh!t rap.
all of this and that
the ball is mine, I aint giving it back
you want it? come get it, this sh!t doesnt amuse me.
imma pick up your wallet and use the music as an excuse to use it
or grab your face and abuse it!
and dont confuse me with some lunatic who's puke is the same colour as
his mucus
Im way more sick!
even if this verse was worsened
by a cursed person
It will stay tha sh!t!
imma stay right here,
I dont fight fare, its all just a dream, I just wanna hear you scream!
this sh!t is a nightmare!
Listen... the pigs are heading to our destination,
dropping missiles from six different locations!
theyre pissed cuz they cant fix this nation
so lets put our heads up and break the patience
hesitation hits, doubting our own creation
black white or Asian, discrimination!
for being racist, for only caring about what colour your face is
face it, its an abomination!
crying insanity, it aint that complicated!
Denying reality, the one we created!
rewinding time to try and save humanity from the picture we painted

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