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you ever feel like...
whats the point.....i mean like rapping.....cuz i done it for a while now...and it's always been cuz i like hearing my shit mostly....but its like, i covered every thing i wanted to say now...and it's just getting repetitive...i find myself using almost the exact same line once in a while....tierd of the same old flows and braging shit...tierd of battle lyrics...tierd of spittin about how i feel, and who i hate...was never into the gangsta shit.....might have a bit of writers block...but it just seems like theirs nothing origonal to say..and no reason to add anything really...lol, i think i finaly let it all out man....and it'll proly pass but....at this moment, i just dont care enough and am not motovated to write.....like "eh fuck it...i said that b4".....sorta....like i wouldnt say i'm in a bad mood...or anything, it's just kinda like fuck it....
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That means your purpose on earth is done, right?
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no...some ppl actualy have other shit to their life then rap and RV bro....i'm sure you've heard stories.... and rey...i tried b4..and im decent but....ehh idk, ima proly jus concentrait on other shit for a while...might only be a day or 2 who knows...but i felt like this for a week or so now |
for other peoples respect, and i know people would be like 'oh dont care about what other people think' etc., but when you get to that point where you've said everything YOU wanna say for yourself to vent out, then it gets to where you can entertain everyone else and get their respect instead of just doing it for your own kinda thing atleast thats how i see it, it would be wack as hell to just put out records and nobody showin you love or complimenting or anything, i would need that to keep me going, besides making money off it lol
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honestly, no hate, brah brah
but if you run out of things to say then you're not a very good rapper :-\ |
i rap because i love it and i can get paid from it. some people here though i'm like 'why are you rapping???'
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will....i've heard u spit the basicaly same shit over n over.....i mean it's cool....i just want something new
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ehng wrong tell me, what exactly do I rap about? the only thing you heard from me is the old wack shit I used to post on rv and the 3 songs on my myspace page and the shit on my myspace is all different and I posted 5 songs at the MOST on rv |
if u run outa things to say .........sumthings wrong and you aint looking at tha world:thumbup:
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maybe.....lol...it's not ment for a argument man....but ok
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NAH, FUCK THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW CAN YOU RUN OUTTA THINGS TO SAY YOU WACK MUTHA FUCK MAFSCOIWJIMAOIPJCM EAOPMAPEWIAPKLDMZOISPJFAMC POISMDZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [/everyoneelseinthisthread] And that's word :thumbup: |
i don't think you run outta things to say my man. just run outta inspiration.
just change gears b. that's the benefit of having more than 1 style. |
no doubt man.............i get what ya'll saying...and it's not so much like...idk man....i CAN still spit..but it sound to me TO MUCH like what i've done or others have done..and im not happy with it at this point...i want something new...or better
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yeah
its called elevation smh |
yea werd...me its almost the same
wit me i feel like im trapped in like a time interval or some shit it like the past is gone but the future didnt start yet if that kinda makes sense to ya'll...lol but freal it feels like that all my friends are gone, schools out of the picture, lost my job i cant find a job, no more friends let alone girlfriends and shit i feel like my life is headin nowhere at all and everything thats good is gone but im guranteed a future so ima quit rap till then which is like in 8 months everything im spittin is wack cuz i have nuthin ta say so i aint feelin my shit anyways thats my story |
^^^man i started readin that expectin a flow why you write like you writing bars lol
but yeh its probably just writers block fam no problem it'll pass |
lol, no doubt...and i dont quite get the "tv" comment will...do you mean u get insperation from tv?
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