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As one who appreciates well-written lyrics I wanted to start a thread where people can post lyrics they have written and wanna share with the world!! no need to be self-conscious (im gona go find some of the shit ive written on paper and type it up)

bitch lookin at me, “you got a small penis"
Im like "shut the fuck up, cause im a rap genius"
i got the dopest flow, got the sickest rhymes
line for line, i beat your shit every time
sinnin, always grinnin, ye you know im winnin'
take another hit, get high, blake griffin

Ate breakfast at Dennys
Fake necklace for Jenny
That’s how much I’m spending
a couple pennies a wedding
That’s an exaggeration
but I don’t plan to cater
reel her in with my pole
I’m a masterbaiter
Riches infatuation
Is what most rappers facing
saying that cuz we rap
We sound uneducated
but that’s instigated a brainstorm
like thunder and blizzards
I’m speaking in an art form
hidden under explicits
I’m Kobe-esque with my lowkey set
Are you coming with me? Hopefully yes
You don’t know me yet!?
I live between Romeo and Joliet
I’m foreign to these chicks walking out before I leave her
Id(es) of Marched to the police and said Cease Her!

They said silence is golden, so I gave her 24 karats

:D
http://rapgenius.com/Kevin-fernald-fein-lyrics

http://rapgenius.com/Mjan-thoughts-from-a-balcony-lyrics

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I broke up wit my ex-girl,
Here’s her number…

SIKE DAS THE WRONG NUMBAH

im like king james im right out of the bible
I spit the newest shit and your shit is tribal
speaking of james im like the giant peach
and when I spit my shit it’s like the kings speech
im coming at you blazing im on the attack
you can call me burger king but ima fucking big mac
I hope you get the message that im sending with this song
ima motherfucking king you can call me king kong
im lean, im mean im quite obscene
just like Kevin james — im the king of you queens
some people call me E-less some call me Easy E
its like K to the I to the N to the G
I drink a fifth of vodka and pop a pill
im on top of the mountain, king of the hill
dope slow flow y'know im going far
call me king david cause you know ima star
guitar play base ill make you sing
I got more skills than BB king
I got so much dough no I aint lying
some people even call me the king of diamonds
I got no help, I do this shit on my own
ima motherfucking king where the fuck is my throne
people like my style ya they like my sound
when I come up on the stage then they give me a crown
my rhymes are nicely timed
my nouns a verbs are absurd
im a poet and I know, im the king of these words

^The King

The weathers on now I’m predicting a storm,
The fire made by Me, myself and I will make you scorn!
At the moment your chances as an artist are a “could”,
But going back to your day job at Kmart is some shit that you should

This is something I wrote while I was bored in class. Think Children’s Story.

This is a story that happened not long ago
About a little boy from the ghetto.
Now this little boy was used to life
and how it could be oh so trife.
But he had no plans to live like that.
Had plans to be a big fat cat.
So he started slaning that crack to them fiends;
started bringing in all that green.
Moved from grams to ounces to kilos.
And with that came some steel, bro.
But he got hooked on that rock.
Started suspecting everyone on the block.
He got real paranoid,
even mistrusting his mans Jar and Floyd.
Thought they was trying to plot him;
convinced he had to stop them.
So he went to Big Floyd’s place,
prepared to drop him or give chase.
Knock, knock, knock on the door.
Heard some steps on the floor.
He heard the nob turn.
In his hand, felt the cold steel burn.
When the door did crack,
out he pulled his mac.
Bang, bang, bang. Three shots in the gut
while the door was still halfway shut.
Thought he’d settled the score,
but all he saw on the floor
was a girl lying dead.
Three shots in her head.
That was Floyd’s little daughter.
From the shots, out ran her father.
When Floyd saw her on the ground,
his heart began to pound.
He tried to save her, doing his best,
but her eyes shut, and he held her tight to his chest.
Now at this point, the boy had emptied his clip.
Felt it best to dip.
Left the mac on the step,
and away did he jet.
Thought he got away,
but Big Floyd was prepared to slay.
News like that travels fast,
and guys like him rarely last.
So Jar soon heard.
And when he got word,
the beef was lit,
knew he had a dome to split.
Floyd and Jar,
began to plot with care
to end this man
and avenge Floyd’s fam.
The two hooked up with their crew,
and into a frenzy, they all flew.
Hitting every source,
to get news on his course.
The boy ran scared.
For a fight, he prepared.
But it was over before it began.
That’s the way it is, dealing with a dangerous man.
They caught him in a bed.
Put that same mac to his head.
Jar held the chrome,
ready to split his dome,
but Floyd took the piece,
and put this to a cease.
Click, click, click it did spit.
Through the sheets they did rip.
Blood spilled everywhere.
They watched without feelings or care
other than their pride
over the man who’d just died.
Thought the beef to an end had come,
but this little war had just begun.
You see, the little boy had a crew, too….

I was really bored.

ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS

Just something I wrote the other day. Kinda bit Big Sean though.

Followin' up my first post…

SWEET DOLLA TEA FROM MCDONALD’S, I drank dat
SUPER HOT FIRE, I spit dat
TWO AND A HALF MEN, I watch that

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But I’m not a rapper.

One, two, three into the four…

@Domun8r

The last two lines are like what the fuck

just wrote these @work..will probably start a verse with these on my tape

woke up, ready to blow, see red, amber, green,
Smell the purple, another day sleepwalking in my rainbow dream,
sacraficed my life for music, shes my queen,
got me cuffed like a needle, blare it, use it, dreaming awake, stuck in between'

I have a ton. This is probably my favourite that I’ve written recently.
http://rapgenius.com/Ashley-chittock-give-my-heart-back-lyrics

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0eNPqGhuzY

your time is ticken its time to bounce
The towns so high its clock is wound
im so lyrical sound bound by these headphones
chillin at home or in the lounge
off the top of my head head of the mountain

just kinda top of my head bullshit lol

Thoughts in my cranium chatterin rattlin like little kids tattlin im goin crazy anticipatory anxiety has got me diving into hiding in my closet because that bright ball in the sky is blinding. But im still smoking weed, you heard me. Marijuana Anaujiram son, smoke it and the fun will increase like straight expedient as soon as the bowl is loaded and the green is lit. Y'all are probably tired of all the reads on smoking weed and shit. So imma tell you about me and the city that i’m running with.

RENO, 775. We have tweakers, and loud ass rappers bucking through our home speakers. Low riders, big ballers wiping their asses with stacks of one thousand dollars. Casino’s with keno, and women, from porno’s. Fourteen year old homie dropped out of school just to slang dope. He got locked down in county juvenile detention. Thank god he was not an adult man, that shit was a blessin. I had to go to Parr adult detention just to learn the lesson. But those things are irrelevent, im here for the art. And to master the craft and erect my lyrics to level apex. So get some pads and pens ya’ll, lets mesh freshness.

I wrote this with a certain flow I’ve heard…to the Tekzilla beat…I pause between Phoaroahe and Monch, to break up the lines but continue the flow. It’s hard to illustrate over writing, but the rhyme patterns give it a real funky yet smooth flow, think Jeru Tha Damaja.

I spit in spite of fakes and phonies, breath passion like Phoarohe, Monch as I arrive from the tomb, leave em in a state of Organized Konfusion, what I rhyme is deep like Confucious, never losing or chosen to be picked over, this is my write so I write like a rapture, commit a massacre before I get captured, then envision green pastures plus kids and laughter, my mind flips quicker than men with no patience, I’m on a whole different level you can hear it in the cadence…

Man I bet I can wet the rest because I am the best, yes
My head’s full of fresh thangs, way better than what I have read
Don’t wanna mess? I will freaking let you be my damn pet
Scared? Go to bed or I'mma shit your girlfriend’s chest
Just from the top of my head…