4 My Town
Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:13 am
I rewrote the hook to Birdman's "4 My Town (Play Ball)", here's a link to the song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVEFwRdpgpM) if anyone wants to drop a verse, I will add mine later when I have more time:
Hook:
When you see me with my notebook, man you know I'm writin' down
bits and pieces of new thesis, so please just quiet down
I need beats and paper sheets, I ain't tryin to fight a round
but if you beefin' I ain't leavin til I slice you up with nouns
I murder nerds with words, yea I got a deadly sound
Observe my verse and curse cuz it's better than yours now
and if you plan on hatin' then i hope you brought your A-game
I'm the brightest and the flyest, I'm allergic to the ground
-- Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:16 am --
verse 1:
all hail mr. lyrical
i dont spit, i exhale miracles
i spin yarns my next tale needs visuals
complex originals, blessed call 'em spirituals
i freeze creeks when i attack the rap stand
wack cats get smacked man with a flow that cracks dams
Your track's bland, trash, stash it in a can
Peter Pan type disses, your shots NeverLand
Damn!
verse 2:
unassailable, wind would fail to stop
derail trains with my brain and scatter your thoughts
I'll tatter yo image matter til the subject is shattered
leave your pride battered believe I'ma pierce it with daggers
quit trippin, you're walkin like you got your sox backwards
i spot actors with fake...as the common factor
Clock Pastor, praying for time to be the master
your rhyme's disaster, while mine keeps climbing faster
Hook:
When you see me with my notebook, man you know I'm writin' down
bits and pieces of new thesis, so please just quiet down
I need beats and paper sheets, I ain't tryin to fight a round
but if you beefin' I ain't leavin til I slice you up with nouns
I murder nerds with words, yea I got a deadly sound
Observe my verse and curse cuz it's better than yours now
and if you plan on hatin' then i hope you brought your A-game
I'm the brightest and the flyest, I'm allergic to the ground
-- Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:16 am --
verse 1:
all hail mr. lyrical
i dont spit, i exhale miracles
i spin yarns my next tale needs visuals
complex originals, blessed call 'em spirituals
i freeze creeks when i attack the rap stand
wack cats get smacked man with a flow that cracks dams
Your track's bland, trash, stash it in a can
Peter Pan type disses, your shots NeverLand
Damn!
verse 2:
unassailable, wind would fail to stop
derail trains with my brain and scatter your thoughts
I'll tatter yo image matter til the subject is shattered
leave your pride battered believe I'ma pierce it with daggers
quit trippin, you're walkin like you got your sox backwards
i spot actors with fake...as the common factor
Clock Pastor, praying for time to be the master
your rhyme's disaster, while mine keeps climbing faster