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Im basking in the sunlight,
snare cracking like a gun fight,
Aftermath of a session night,
sizzling like
a drizzling lemonade,
No one else around,
Shout aloud
to an invisible crowd,
I fell outta bounds,
The UK air is changing,
The dream of place to live,
watching the pace go by
and I'll stop to say hi,
Growing out of the roots,
wonderin why my voice
isnt breaking yet,
I want to step to a stage
and get paid respect,
no cheque,
These ro-rappers
perform awful but
feel a lot better,
Nothing beats a
rhyme on distilled instrumentals,
Diggin up the roots,
Before I watched South Park,
I knew by heart the CD,
2011: Opened a life long
crave for gaming,
I thought "wow,
how can gaming music be this
powerful?"
I'm a smart nerd who can make
games into deadly MCed tracks,
Saw eminem,
"Hi, my name is slim shady!"
Played it daily,
always amazed me,
He'd say things for a
kid who needed help,
Now the images flicker
so vividly,
Each rap I hear
inspired me to build skill,
Back a year ago was great,
Patience is thinner
than a dieter,
Didnt wanna play
chello at school,
But I love to make
some sound with a pen and paper,
Making a few tracks with a microphone,
but before that I couldnt rap,
so I found ro-rap, threw away
my past,
Met some new friends,
talked in new slang,
I innovated,
took my inspirations,
remixed them,
a couple of kids,
playin like a game,
I can elevate the music,
and now it feels like I can
levitate.
Still a sapling,
but I'll get to the roots. |