Hah, this is the first forum I've ever joined where a thread like this is created every time a new member joins! Nice touch.
Well I don't know if anyone is going to read this, but I might aswell answer, I haven't got anything better to do.
I don't really have any previous material to post, since it's been quite a while since I last recorded something, and I'm not exactly that proud of it. But I'm writing again, an I'm going to record more soon. I can show you a couple of lyrics my by me though. It's nothing that's awfully impressive, but I think it's okey, and I'm improoving with everything I write.
You can't carry a verse, not even once in a while
When you're lucky enough to get it's fucking buns off the ground
Cause you're just a confused lill' fuck who runs around
With his pants down, I see you noticed them ants now (that was me!)
I noticed there's no fucking method to your madness
But hopefully there will be a Meth O.D., you "badass"
And as you self-claimed "G's" will hit me under the belt
I have my pants hanging from my knees, so I wonder if it helps
And I don't even feel like doing any fucking name dropping
You'll do that yourself, and the ground's where your fame's stopping
You bit Brown's sound, with quite a bit of lame topping
And don't try to hit any notes wuss, cause your aim's sucking
Fucking face the facts, your shit ain't rocking
You must've confused rap with spitting and farting
You can't be clever neither, cause your wit aint' sparking
Just crawl the fuck away, go sit in the dark and
Yeah I've been trough it all, lived by Murphy's law
But I can thank that for the fact the I'm now murky raw
Been at the school of hard knocks, doing community service
Been so much out of body that I enter funerals nervous
I always seemed to see the seamy side of life
It ain't easy to ignore it, it's screaming see me, right?
I've been there with the knife wanting to leave tonight
Cause there ain't no easy way out when decieving bite
You think this evening might be the last on for me then
If you got one wish you would be passed out and bleeding
Cause getting past grieving is harder than just leaving
But when I think about it life, be a little cruel
Please feed me some fuel, and lead me to a duel
Don't rest, do your best, to fire up my engine
Hold a lighter to my chest to annoy me while I'm benching
Stir up some tension, try to blur my comprehension
Give me a reason to fight, give me lines to write
Throw all you got, even dynamite
Make me throw up, make me fucking explode, cause I'ma blow up
I'm currently living and grew up on the north pole (not exactly, but quite close, I'm from Norway). I've been through a little bit of this and a little bit of that during my childhood, which basically is the reason to why I'm rapping. So I've been posting my lyrics a few other places, occasionally, but I never seem to get much feedback. Therefore I though I would try this place, and if I like it here, I'm going to stay active. Oh and I found the site searching for hip hop sites on google. Nothing fancy there.
That's all you need to know about me for now. And if anyone actually read through all of this crap, then thank you.
