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A song about starting a new genre of music. Going from Indie/Acoustin Songwriting to attempting rap. We'll see. All love!
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Alarm clock is beepin, I roll over try sleeping, I lay there start thinkin, 'bout people in sheep skin, I don't want to be in, the same mind that they've been, so I better get up before I end up like them.
(Verse1)
I wanna be a lyrical alien like Eminem or Redman or Jay-z or Joyner man, I'll sell my soul to the devil and put a stamp on that, sign my signature on the dotted line cause I want it Bad like Jackson fans, that 1987 Jam.
I know it takes time, I know it takes grind, I know it takes a while to hit that switch in your mind, I wanna take diamonds turn em into my lines, like coal from the Earth pressurized and refined.
We all full of thoughts, we all full of pain, we all full of sh*t that'll make you insane, and poetry just one way to keep your ass sane, give me a paper and a glass of champagne.
(Verse2)
Put it on the page watch it bloom and escape, from my voice to the mic let em out of their cage, some full of rage, some humbly said, yea I let my unconscious handle the pen.
Most of this new era rap is just sad, just mumbled out and ghost written for them, there's no creativity or skill from their hand, fu*k that, where the real rap at?
Og's is where I get inspired for that, when did just 10 words make up a whole rap?
Gucci Gang with over a billion views.. Shi*t... What the fu*k man??
Its sad to see the game where it was and where its at, at least theres a few to keep the bar from falling back, Either way it goes man, either way it goes, Imma take my shot at it, Imma take my shot at it.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap