o.k i just got a bit bored n started writtin some lyrics then this lil story came into my head so i wrote a freestyle, took me bout half hour - 1 hour to write this, give me some feedback if like or dislike this shit. cheers. First things first i never was a felon, Only until i turned the age seven, Robbin shit outta shops until i was eleven, Then i got a bit worst cos i wernt down for beggin, Momma was a crack head and poppa was a sinner, Never had the time of day to sit and eat dinner, Had to fend for myself since i was a youngster, But fuck that trampy shit like eatin outta dumpsters, Had to make them numbers, started sellin crack, Started hustlin on the corner gettin all them stacks, With my friend jack we always made bundles, We were like lions in the concrete jungle, Fools on other corners started getting jealous, Cos the money we made to us was very precious, Brandishing their weapons, creeping on our patch, Firing shots at jack that ripped through his back, Suddenly i felt the feeling of torment and torture, Losing jack felt like a mother losing her only daughter, We were together from the start and we will be till the end, So i loaded up my pistol and headed down their ends, Talking to myself saying "im gonna kill these fuckers" Im gonna leave em fucked up like running outta rubbers, Their was no time now to sit down and ask questions, Saw the prick that shot him and unloaded my weapon, Ran over to his shaken body to shoot him in his face, When i pulled back his hood it made me feel disgraced, Why the fuck you do this your supposed to be my brother, when ur dead and buried what am i gonna tell mother. Ran outta shit to say after this. mind just went blank.
Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air In West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good" Started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air" (Only the first three episodes of season one) I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, Hmm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
good stuff, if a tad depressing bit of and old skool style, its all about doubling up your rhyming more i've been getting more into my freestyle lately, check this stuff out http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=fgTm-MiovWA http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=D9EPaSWSnck
yea it was supposed to be a sad story really but cheerz for the feed, love them battles, check out my smack dvd thread, fuckin quality battles. peace
it's good man, i ran through it out loud and theres a few bits that need tweaking here and there but its got a good flow to it. ya should try recording it or something, i reckon it would sound good over some minimal dubsteppy type number, you might have the begginings of a tune there
It has a nice fllow to it mate. Think the subject material has been rinsed tho. The whole surviving in the concrete jungle thing is a little done.
cheerz for the feed, im gonna put a beat to it, maybe a hip hop beat tho. then i'll make it better add a chorus n try make a track. i aint got the best rap voice tho.
yea theirs a few things to work on m8, maybe i'll scrap some of the lyrics and add some more complex lyrics to make it seem better. cheerz for your thoughts tho.
I got flow and style like a lyrical genious i impregnate your mind like an E-wrecked penis leave you with a brain like an infomation fetus hittin the spot like an expectant clitorus.
