Gots me a rap right hea'

Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo.


Packing heat of that sort is a form of nervousness,
talking about a mental state of paralysis,
I'm here to give YOU an in-depth analysis,
Sittin' you down to tell you straight what the facts is.

I don't care about yo' sex, guns, or escapades
Cause i'm too busy rollin' in my Cadillac Escalades
Funny word that be, the word be Cause.
I seem to be putting up a lot of Facades?
As fall turned to winter, and winter changes to a new season
I seem to be getting reason after reason
With the attitude you have, there is no pleasin'
I can run and try forever only to end up coughing and weezin'.

And so the jacket comes off and smack goes the glove,
gentlemen doin' battle over a word called love
And I just sit back and shake my head
Without passion you might as well be dead
And that's all that needs to be said.

Bit short but good lyrics, sort of reminds me of something Kanye West raps about.

You can try, but you cannot dodge it:
It almost seems tragic,
How the fist of my logic
Quickly breaks your fake magic.
It happens quite suddenly:
You give me an argument,
And you end up under it,
Give me a reason
To find a weakness
In your mentality,
Individuality,
and thought,
and before you know it
the lesson is taught.
Outcome: fatality.

Fantasies, poetry, misconception,
Heated words without true depth of perception -
This is all you're good for,
But it takes more
To defeat the theorist,
I know you're furious,
But it takes more than that,
Because I'm not even breaking a sweat.
You simply don't have
What it takes at my level.
You just enjoy playing a rebel.

You don't have to give me a way
To hit the mark.
Don't tell me where it's found.
I will see it just fine,
Even in the dark.
You only have to reveal
That there exists a target,
And I will find it,
And I will take it down.

pretty nice :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

not every line has to rhyme. :)

i'd like to hear a beat to this and someone rap it along with, because this sounds ok

with these lyrical attacks,
\\like im spittin bats
\\i rip you to shreads
\\breakin ya head
\\cuttin you up,
\\before i lay you down
\\and put you to rest
\\with the rest of the wannabes
\\who beg to see
\\what its like to be me.

Keep it up and you'll feel a good smack
and with my gat i can go rat-a-tat-tat
Switch to burst mode I can pull off a brrat-brrat
Six shots of hot lead, you can't beat that.
And I'll just adjust my pimpin' top hat
And ice you good
like a true pimp should
and you got beat down like I knew you would,
like a true low-balla could.