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2.0 Shady Cypher - 17-åring.

Vår Hiphop - Lyricism

   

2012-03-29 13:48

2.0 Shady Cypher - 17-åring.

Tja, fick höra att jag var lite enformig i mina rim och att jag behövde träna på dem, så jag skrev ihop en text till Shady Cypher 2.0 beatet (som jag förövrigt skall rappa till mitt första mixtape) och försökte satsa på att visa lite lyrical skill.

Detta är en del av den:



I loom in these rooms, darkened like im darth vader,
blackest lightsaber unafraid of degraders, check it,
I’m like a monster in a world full of fake swaggers,
runnin with they nikes and they actin like some t baggers.
I’m made out to be horrifically enchanted by a spell on my
soul impairin me from bein fully granted, master chief of this
lyrical class, lyrical PHD at MIT among a cynical mass.
My momma said I was a pretty kid, I looked like shit
now I grew up, and now I’m literally the shit.
Some hater told me I was worse than sick art,
I just raised my eyebrow he rappin like my dick farts.
Only thing gon come out is white shit with no substance,
kinda like the time skrillex tries producing real dubstep.
He’s just a puppy he aint sellin album for a penny,
evrytime he kills a track he suicidin like he Kenny.
I’m his puppet master Rothschild he young buck,
everytime he tries to outproduce me he skullfucks.
And that’s a stab at the Swedish rap scene,
where them rappers real fiends growin when they act green, hulk.
yeah, you try to stabme, pay me ransom, I ain’t bluffin verbally a murderer
like Charles manson. Got no street credz like the rest of y’all phonies,
yet u actin like u homies with some real G’s blow me.
Let’s clear it out, the truth is of the very essence,
Pac was only ever inspiration for the adolescent.
N im deceivin u with all this talk of soul n shit,
I’m a cold non believer, only preach the golden wit.
I’m smacked up, stitched up by this rap game,
thrown left to right like the edge of a spinning frame.
Preachin knowledge for dollars but I am not the pope,
he shoving shit down my throat like a bronchoscope.
and who the best on this cypher is it I a random?
Or is it Eminem, Budden, Royce or Robert Langdon?


Tankar? Om något verkar helt intetsägande så är det med all förmodan metaforer. :)

(Inlägget ändrat av Azera 2012-03-29 13:49:50)