These lyrics will end up on an audio track that i'm doing if it gets good reviews. Its a rant about how the mainstream hip hop music lacks emotion within the music itself rather than the lyrics, although mainstream lyrics can suck pretty hard sometimes, but the underground has its own pile of shit too. I I change up the style a lot so try not to read it like i'm being consistant with my flows, cuz i'm not trying to, it'll sound better when its combined with my track. Major rythm changes are marked, but the more discreet ones aren't. The tune flows at 100bpm. But anyways...

these times seem behind
(for real?) Not my kind
make myself senseless, regardless
of smoked dimes. (why?)
they eat lame shit,
thats easy to find
busting out skilless eight 0 eights
guess the fate
thats insults the mind
too easy to contemplate
not spending much time
...applying effects,
reverb and delays
not daring to experiment...
or stray
from ordinary beats,
of every kind and way
forget them admiting that
they too scared to say
they too scared to play
dont twiddle the wrong knob
or might lose your job
bitch nigga beware
that you shouldn't be scared...
of anything other than becoming aware
that "your song sucks"
punched that bitch (Oof!)
right in the nuts
"Why you creatin' a fuss?",
its because this music aint much.
"what about this fool? This jam is fat." Thanks bro,
that because I get inspired hittin yo mamma from the back.
//rythm change//
Wanna know how I do it, how I screw it?
Then how I take a crowbar and undo it?
How I make these rhymes so goddamn fluent?
Or is it because i'm so sick i just fucking spew it
straight up in the atmosphere
where it lands, far or near
a trainwreck from ear to ear
back and forth,
left to right
panning makes the track... real tight
h to the hizzo, j to the jizzm
fo shizzo... fo shizzim,
stop making new words
and make a new rythm...
dont hit em, with just the bass
across the face, every club I see,
its all over the place
same thing keeps repeatin
patterns not poppin,
broadway it up, bitch and start Stomp'n
mix that shit down and send it on over
If you dont want my help then grab a four leaf clover
cuz this game aint going anywhere
just cuz you got your video broadcasted from some room in times square
doesn't mean you have talent man, just flair.
//this part under lyrical construction//

//insert some instrumental stuff here//

Bitch I told you all this shits too easy
Creating loops from a package,
makes me queasy
adding effects only around a few vocals
inhibits a direct correlation to britney spears harsh,off pitch yodels.
stack the bitches like totem poles
glue the base, then fill the holes
with looks not talent
then balance it,
stand back while i pounce on it
with a sledgehammer,
because I dont stammer as I banter a verse or two
reconciling the line thats been blurred between pop and underground,
very difficult,
very hard to find
tough to bind,
only a few manage to undermine,
the corporate diablos and their heinous crimes,
no fear of fines or being tried for atrocities against humanity
such calamity
leaving me with, all I can stand to see.
talking about life 'n liberty,
and persuit of happyness
cant be obtained by these groups of facists-
lackless, of A.D.D. because its seems to me
that I'm the only one
not entertained by just looping the beat pooping a treat,
cant please me aurally so try sucking my meat

looping the beat pooping a treat,
cant please me aurally so try sucking my meat