Author Topic: I can't rap (freestyle) (Read 770 times)

TraceOneInfinite · « **on:** April 27, 2012, 07:15:06 AM »

I can't rap/
I'm just the boy in the bubble who really couldn't adapt
just wish I could go back
to the 90's
But my past can't find me
or I can't find it
I tried to be militant and gangsta
Tried to be the dubcc mayor
But nobody wants to do a broke emcee no favors
There's no hope for me I'm saying
Tried to sell an album to get these people payin
me, but instead it was given away for free/
Cause all these bootleggers
given me no favors
Never did a show on the streets
But I once did put up an MP3
on the internet for free download/
The song was just so so/
had one buyer/
guess it was just my mom though/
that's why you can't understand the rhymes that I'm on/
cause every other girlfriend I ever hads name ended in .com
I tried to help get an immigrant ish citizenship/
She said my lifestyle she couldn't stomach/
Punched me in the stomach with luggage/
and left me at the US airport/
Guess that's why I snort ounces of cocaine/
trying to make my brain sane/
My life is as lamed as a cripple/
if I ever sell one record it'd be a miracle/
I'm broke and living in a broke city, I think this is the end/
And I guess I'm just a loser B' cause I can't win/
Stuck in the same city, same misery/
till my mind gets vexed something serious/
makes it feel complex like it's playin chess/
till i wonder what's best and what's next/
Tried to head out West
thought if I was from the Bay maybe they'd give me respect
in my tired old hood of Kansas City/
but I'm down with bloggers all across the internet/
we can virus your site up if you don't give us respect/
I ran out of rhymes man I just can't find them/
Guess that's because it's usually like I'm living on an island/
Started to get violent and wanted to take 9 shots like 50 Cent/
Now I'm just up in the penetentiary looking penitent/
I'm docile I'm scared of my girl man I'm scared of my own mother/
Guess it's just gonna be another hott summer/
Tried to take a trip out to the Florida Keys/
Till I ran out of doe and the cops said freeze/
They told me I was flakin and perpetrated, impersonatin a rich man/
So I took the stand and said I don't give a damn/
or a flying what/
about what you want me to say/
I'm just a broke emcee/
Trying to peddle rhymes/
talking about back in the day/
when rappers you to mean what they say/
and say what they meant/
These bloggers are giving me fits the way they diss my raps/
One kid in Europe told me all my lines were crap/
He said I should take my rap career and just end it/