six thir-ty in the mornin
10/21/2008 09:09 amits six thir-ty in the mornin
its six thir-ty in the mornin
aayo, my neighbors is awake cos they do cocaine
and yo i is awake cos i so insane
woke up at two thirty and couldnt back to sleepin
laid in my bed thinkin bout what i had been dreamin:
it was a strange one, bitch, i was in a coffeeshop
i was readin batman comics and my singin couldnt stop
i was listenin to headphones, i was singin all out loud
i was lovin up my comic book, i was singin like i proud
then this dude comes up and says “we can hear you.
everyone downstairs dont even wanna be near you.”
in the dream i was embarassed and when i awoken
i kept singin all my songs and the sleepies had all choken
i tried to go sleep but my songs is in my head!
i tried to tune em out but its like a baby aint been fed
all hungry all cryin all wantin to be heard
i got these rhymes inside and the angels know its word.
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10/22/2008 at 3:30 pm
I can hear your madness on the microphone
it’s a little scratch static in between the tones.
I wonder who’s this guy why’s he wearing a bag?
but he’s the average hero for the average scalliwag.
some times i wish i could fly away
but I don’t have jet boosters sneaks today.
I’m just a lonely dude
with much attitude
I’m a razor sharp thong
I be cutting up pubes.
Oh I’m nasty, yeah that’s it,
When silvio’s on the mic you betta watch that shit.
Cuase theif is a theif,
a player a player,
I rhyme sweet and deep
like a cake with mad layers.
Some folks be like Sil
you ain’t saying nathan
and all your rhymes smell like sanitation,
but I don’t sweat and I don’t trip
because fools get damp and start to slip
I’m new the james bond son,
I’m the brown charles bronson,
rap just like nas
even though i’m not the god’s son.
Enough of the yapping
it’s time for applause
girl squeeze them things together
like you was making apple suace
sometime when i get on the mic
I don’t wanna leave cause I get so hype
I’m the best blog rapper in land
just type WTF if you don’t understand.
My flow gets sharper
and releases fumes like magic marker.
I’ll put a booger in bubble goose!
I’m out.