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alright first off I know it's long peeps but plz read it threw. all the stuff said in here mostly relates to things that have happened in my life so if u read through all of it leave me some feedback to. muchly apreciated. thanx in advance. enjoy the read.
posted in: Translucant, BigJoke, and High Class Verse #1: what u say, is what u see, and what u get is what u beef/ so go ahead, and disbelieve the facts laid down inside of me/ cuz in the end, I rip past this world of disgrace and dread/ like the cold blue steel, when I pump 3 in tha chest with this heated lead/ like christ, crucifixed to the cross/ left bloodied, an scarred in the land of lost/ but my faith for god, is without sight/ left to fight, try to survive this life/ but I say fuck the bible with pride, cuz if I've swollowed I woulda died/ cuz their ain't no fuckin light that will shine through my closed eyes/ so mom hear me now, cuz finally I speak my mind/ twist the crown, cuz corrupted visions blind my life/ Hook: 7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/ like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/ cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/ to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/ 1 Verse #2: eva since, my life in grade 6, I felt within, that suicide wasn’t a sin/ but when I was 10 years old, my boldness had grown cold/ thanx to u, the hole u shattered in my soul/ and it only got worse, when my dad nearly shipped out in a hearse/ with the accident, but the part which hurt, when u left, turned for worse/ so mom I say this now, as I stand here proud/ don’t yell, don’t shout, juss listen to your spouse/ so look, I neva wanted to be brought to court/ why’d u even hafta fight, shit u juss made it worse!/ Wish neva u woulda givin birth, to me/ fuck u stole from me 800 bucks with no guilt to see/ and I wondered how could that be? When I asked/ but I’m juss sick of havin to put up with yo fat ass/ fat chance of me eva comin back, that’s wack/ but u lack the caring thoughts, guess it’s from those drugs u like to u shoot up/ may not be true, heroin addict? I hope it’s not that to, or I’d hafta come back an cap u/ in defence for my lil bro, bitch I’ve seen the way u treat him so/ juss go back home, back to the fiery pits u once evoked/ Hook: 7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/ like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/ cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/ to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/ Verse #3: but my story ain’t over no, no, don’t even second ur thoughts thinkin I’m done wit u hoe/ left me alone, to fight my own survival in life cuz u just a bitch with no damn rights/ fuck a 9, cuz if I eva meant to kill u I’d use a knife/ blood shed an tears is all it’ll be tanight, that’s right/ suffer like I’ve suffered in the darkness, cuz light only shades my life/ stab stab and stab till I know ur gone, no breath in line of sight/ 3 years and u never knew what was right from wrong/ couldn’t tell sunlight shine on me even if I sung u a song/ my feelings ripped, torn, thrown and gone/ and I always wondered, what the fuck drug u were on/ but I guess that’s life, shit end of a stick and u gotta live with it/ but I’m juss so sick, so sick of dealin with shit ppl bust with/ ppl cuss with, and fight, for what? To prove that u can tough out street life?/ Or is it about pride?, here’s a lesson, your more a man if u can walk away from a fight/ don’t strut, or slouch, don’t stutter or shout, don’t whisper around/ where rumors can always be found, just by a click of a sound, POW, POW/ the last sound before u reach 6 underground, 7 years past my life/ and sometimes I wonder and frown, of how I’ve been let down/ Hook: 7 years past, my life, not left or felt with class/ like iron fist in this iron clad, mom neva think I'm comin back/ cuz I'm stayin here with my dad, cuz no longer can I take a stand/ to yo anger and rage, cuz that's left to sway, 7 years past/
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this was pretty good.....it flowed pretty good i thought, got off at a few spots thought but still good overall on the flow....structure was ok just watch the line length on some lines...the chorus was alright i thought...your vocab was ok, could be up'd a bit though....overall it was a prett good drop...keep at it...and keep dropping.
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uppin this for some more feedback ppl keep it comin plaz muchly appreciated peace.
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i thnk your vocab has improved on this one, ya flow was good, structure ok...........but some lines were stretched.....but yeah quite a decent drop.....Pc
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