quick 'un

[Tanjential]

just wrote this bored at work, after my lunch break listening to jean grae and nas, felt inspired

I’m tired of tracks beginning with mic checks
But I ain’t quite tired of the mic yet
One of the type that can groove as smoothly
As they do in the movies
Challenge malice with talent so screw you and your groupies
Backpackers don’t like whack rappers and that matters
To fact stackers that spat phat words
In modern times, don’t even bother to be hollerin’ lines
like tryna trickle fivers from nickels and dollars from dimes
damn mister, turn up ya transistor, I’m the head rhyme maker
you ain’t bubblin’, buzzless like a dead vibrator
now or later, critical individual evaluator
calculator of the probability
what? You wanna chill with me,
ha, stop it, the thought is killin’ me
evacuate the facility
the rap you makin’ so sillily
you lack the ability to state with facility
I like to be breathing free
Homey I bring sixteens
When I sing the thing
And when I sting MCs
I’ve been told that it hurts awhile
People call me smart, I prefer linguistically versatile

-T

[bez]

As I sit here chillen to Royce 5'9,
I wonder if I can follow Rods example,
An hand you a key that will open the handle to your dreams one time,
These mic stands keep fallin cos dudes cant record,
I think of what my future holds,
Dreaming of making notes that will b-sharp like I stabbed you in the heart wit a harpsicord,
I cant figure out all this bitterness,
Want to get out of the cold,
But my words I wrote just get ignored like a criminals kids christmas list,
Just tryin to make it in this naked city,
But the streets got my soul,
An wont let go until they take control of my spirit in its hatred of pity,
Like a miricle though the way I switch the flow,
Cos I'm dead set on inventin,
Lunch breaks set ventin lyrical gestures to all who don't apprecaite the show,
An so, I became somethin of a star in the makin,
An I'm still building my power,
Hour after hour I sit, writin an hopin that one day I wont be sittin here patiently waitin

[QuietTruth]

Dang, that was tight as fuck T. Propz man, real nice.

Propz Bez too, hottt shitt.

[Tanjential]

Dang, that was tight as fuck T. Propz man, real nice.

Propz Bez too, hottt shitt.

props

-T

[*Z* - The Queen of Dubcc]

yeah, damn propz to you both, soem tight ass shit mu'fuckers

[Tanjential]

yeah, damn propz to you both, soem tight ass shit mu'fuckers

props

-T

[hey hey hey hey smoke weed everyday]

good lyrics! yall should write some shit for young jeezy!

[Doggystylin]

I liked the line about being buzzless like a dead vibrator, but at times in the rhyme it seemed like you were trying too hard to go with big words and it just wasn't fitting. props