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Lunatic

2 Verses I Just Wrote...
« on: December 20, 2007, 11:09:41 PM »
Posted this shit by mistake in the lab, so correcting it now ;)
this is the 1st time i've ever written any verse lol
was bored as fuck, and came up with a cool idea..tried to be creative with it
take it for what it is, gimme ya honest opinion y'all

bty the 2 verses are completely un-related lol

verse 1:

Now Daniel lives a hard life
works hard to feed his kids and wife
hates his job, but still must go to work
all day diggin holes for people in the dirt
can't stand seein these people die
sometimes he wish it was him, no lie
but he tries his best to stay strong
but he wonders for how long?
wishes he could find a new job, but the pay is good
and he just recently got his momma up out the hood
plus he has no school degree
feels like a grave digger is all he can be
now one day, he workin real hard
tired of diggin holes in the yard
can't wait to come home he would say
from his wife, u just couldn't keep em away
so now its time for 'em to come home
trying to call his wife, but no answer on the phone
worried, Daniel rushes to the house
nervous, but loves and trusts his spouse
parks his car and nervously takes out his key
he tries hard, but still worried says "what could it be"?
now he opens the front door, everything looks at its finest
kinda weird though, nothin but dead silence
calmly puts his keys on the table, and walks to the staircase
takes off his shoes, angry as hell, but keeps a straight face
cuz that's the kind of man daniel is
keeps to himself, nobody ever knows his biz
so he begins to calmly approach where his bed lies
opens the door, can't believe the sight in his eyes
his woman sleepin with another man
he begins to go crazy, shits about to hit the fan
says "u got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta here"
she says she could explain, he says "shut up my dear"
runs to his stash, and takes out the forty glock
angry as fuck, he ready to make it pop
looks at them dead in the face
and sprays up the whole place
down goes his wife and the man
looks at there dead bodies, without any sorrow
drops his gun and says "see y'all at work tomorrow"

verse 2:

A street soldier he was
Whateva his boys do, he does
Tossin up his gang signs in the middle of the street
Hustling people for the paper, totin the heat
A criminal and made it well known
Always ready to take off a hater’s dome
But there was a deeper side to em, which people didn’t know
His dad left em & momma is dead poor so he must hustle for the dough
His dream was to be peformin on the stage
But he stuck in the ghetto like he trapped in a cage
Makes the best out of the cards he was dealt
Cold heart on the outside, insides it’s bout to melt
But he makin money, just bought himself a lac
At the same tired of these fake friends and hood rats
But he never complains or shares his thoughts with anyone
he keeps a pistol, cause knows one shot and it’s all done
roams the streets at night, but man he’s really afraid
just fucked for the first time, so now he’s getting laid
wants to give up on life, but hip-hop keeps em goin
loves it to death, this rap shit is all that he been knowin
now he’s sellin his mixtape up on his block
A&R comes through, now he got shit on lock
Sellin records all over the world
Met the love of his life, now has a main girl
He happy as can be
Makin money legit, no longer a Fuckin G
Still shows love to his old hood
just had a kid, life is all good
From the neighborhood zero
To a fuckin world hero
But all good things come to an end
Enemies from his past, they would send
Hate his way to this very day
Walkin thorugh his old neighbourhood
Caught In the head with a beam
His blood all over the pavement, formin a stream
Would it of ever happened if he didn’t go from poor
To getting more?
Moral of the story: be careful what you wish for
« Last Edit: January 07, 2010, 08:18:47 PM by Lunatic »
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Re: 2 Verses I Just Wrote...
« Reply #1 on: December 21, 2007, 01:35:25 AM »
Good storytelling dude, especially the first verse!

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Re: 2 Verses I Just Wrote...
« Reply #2 on: December 21, 2007, 10:17:34 AM »
The first one nigga, the first one, got damn. Shit was sick. At first I was like 'see ya'll at work tomorrow', what the fuck. Until I got it. Very creative nigga. Shit came thru together, propz. Good shit. ;D
 

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Re: 2 Verses I Just Wrote...
« Reply #3 on: December 21, 2007, 01:46:06 PM »
The first one nigga, the first one, got damn. Shit was sick. At first I was like 'see ya'll at work tomorrow', what the fuck. Until I got it. Very creative nigga. Shit came thru together, propz. Good shit. ;D

Yeah, that was cold!

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Re: 2 Verses I Just Wrote...
« Reply #4 on: December 22, 2007, 01:12:43 PM »
thanks a lot dub & QT!!

i did some re-work on both verses, they are now 100% final. minor changes, but i'll still share them ;D


Now Daniel lives a hard life
works hard to feed his kids and wife
hates his job, but still must go to work
all day diggin holes for people in the dirt
can't stand seein all these people die
sometimes he wishes it was him, no lie
but he tries his best to stay strong
but he only wonders for how long?
wishes he could find a new job, but the pay is good
and he just recently got his family up out the hood
but he ain’t got no college degree
feels like a grave digger is all he can be
now one day, he workin real hard
tired of diggin holes in the yard
can't wait to come home he would say
from his wife, u just couldn't keep em away
hopin for time to pass by quick, so all day looks at the clock
wants 2 leave early, but his boss watches em like a hawk
so now it’s finally time for em to come home
tryin 2 call his wife, but no answer on the phone
worried, so daniel rushes to the house
nervous, but loves and trusts his spouse
parks his car and nervously takes out his house key
he tries hard, but still worried says "what could it be"?
now he opens the front door, and everything at its finest
it’s kinda weird though, nothin goin on but dead silence
takes his shoes off and puts em away
“fuck is goin is on” was all he could say
calmly puts his keys on the table, and walks 2 the staircase
angry as fuck he is, but tries his best 2 keep a straight face
so he begins to calmly approach were his bed lies
opens the door, can't fuckin believe his own eyes
his wife sleepin and creepin with another man
he begins to go crazy, shit is bout to hit the fan
he says "u got 10 seconds to get the fuck outta here"
wife says she could explain, he says "shutup my dear"
runs to his stash, and takes out the forty glock
angry as fuck, and he ready to make it pop
looks the mysterious man and his wife dead in they face
and to his very own surprise, sprays up the whole place
and now he’s lookin at 25 to life, nothing less
blood everywhere, whole bedroom is a mess
he’s now about to leave this place
ready to fight a long and hard case
but the bitch betrayed him, so he ain’t feelin no fuckin sorrow
looks at they dead bodies and says "see y'all at work tomorrow"


A street soldier he was
whateva his boys do, he does
tossin up his gang signs in the middle of the street
Hustling people for the paper, ridin with the heat
A criminal and made it well known
Always ready to take off a hater’s dome
But there was a deeper side to em, which most people didn’t know
His dad left em & momma is dead poor so he must hustle for the dough
His dream was to be peformin on the stage
But he stuck in the ghetto like he trapped in a cage
Makes the best out of the cards he was dealt
Cold heart on the outside, insides it’s bout to melt
But he makin money, just bought himself a lac
At the same tired of these fake friends and hood rats
But he never complains or shares his thoughts with anyone
he keeps a pistol, cause knows one shot and it’s all done
roams the streets at night, but man he’s really afraid
just fucked for the first time, so now he’s getting laid
wants to give up on life, but hip-hop keeps em goin
loves it to death, this rap shit is all that he been knowin
now he’s sellin his mixtape up on his block
A&R comes through, now he got shit on lock
Sellin records and performin all over the world
Met the love of his life, now he has a main girl
Still shows love to his old hood
Just had a kid, life is all good
From the neighborhood zero
To a fuckin world-wide hero
But all good things come to an end
Shots that some haters would send
Got Caught In the head with a beam
His blood all over the pavement, formin a stream
Would it of ever happened if he didn’t go from poor
To getting more?
Moral of the story: be careful what you wish for
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