Storytelling (Lifestyle Choices)

She say she likes nerds, but she really like thugs
Sometimes she smokes herb, but she love dem white drugs
She loves to flirt, feeling overdressed in nightclubs
She gets confused at work, “this feels like love”
All this money just to be a naked actress
Tryna please her future husband, she needs practice
She going under the table, no taxes
Making love in da backseat, no mattress
Breaking her daddy’s heart, like her daddy broke hers
Letting her actions say it all, no words
She got a hot temper, and some cold nerves
She tryna fill it with money, cuz her soul hurts
Her past haunts her, like horror movie clips
She talk a good game, and knows how to use her lips
Making suckas fall in lust, when she move her hips
Everynight she falls in love, that’s just who she is
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She puts her self last, never letting hell pass
Living on the edge, like she dropped out of health class
Living for the night, tryna escape her failed past
She the star, on a set, with a male cast
No camera, still their eyes all on her
She takes her clothes off, and gets offers
Alone and naked in a room, like the doctors
Selling game, but in the end, it’s all words
Cuz they just hit it and quit it, and give her fake digits
And if the numbers real, its only for them late visits
What’s love when you steady work the date business
First hand experience, taught her what the rape risk is
Too high, she too fly, to fall for loose lies
But every new guy, promises a new life
And deep inside, she fiends to be a true wife
Two wrong’s, one song, tell me who’s right
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Looking for love in all the wrong places
First, second, third they home, all bases
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Big heart, hidden underneath, her big tits
Probably why she stays, attracted, to them misfits
The type who leave, even quicker than they finish
New guy, same result, every instance
But she persistent, with a strong will
Tryna make, the best, up out her raw deal
Burning up the pole, she hot, and got a lotta skill
Money falling from the sky, but it’s not real
Feeling like a puppet cuz somehow there’s always strings attached
Cuz they just see a snatch, but her, she sees a catch
It’s like she’s in a ring getting beat but can’t leave the match
No O, but still, her heart’s beating fast
Looking in the mirror for a change in the changing room
DJ just called her by her stage name, she’ll take it soon
Beat loud, as she dances to a naked tune
Looking in the crowd, for a man, she can make a groom

Sexual (Conquest)

I’ma fuck you one time, like the Fugees
Make love a second time like the movies
Treat you like my wife, girl I thought you knew me
Bring you back stage, let you floss on these groupies
It’s going down, 2 skis
Back to the hotel, N2Deep
Magnum out the wrapper it’s a Rap like Kool G
Beat beat beat, beat it up like Bruce Lee
Body language we talking now
Claimin you got that ill nana, like foxy brown
Heard you got a man too, but he not around
Proly why you on me, drop drop drop it down
Now pick it up, I’ma pick you up
Lay you down like a hunter, you b’tta duck
Long hair don’t care, but still we finna cut
Cuz you the only exception when I say that I don’t give a fuck
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Wanna see ya love face, this the same song
Panties dropping, all I gotta do is play Trey Songz
Freaks, come out when the day gone, they wrong
Baby you my angel, Shaggy, Rayvon
Mixed, but I gotta dick, blacker than Akon
Going Madden on dat pussy, re-play on
All I ask girl, is that you stay strong
Can’t wait, road head, all the way home
Look at what you started, I’ma finisher
I can read all ya signs like literature
Naked just like Marques Houston, baby I ain’t Immature
Good brains, plus ya witty, are you wit it love
I’ma skin, ya cat, plot sinister
One, hit of this, you’ll be out, like Indica
Phone out, we about ta make a cinema
Put ya hands in the air, now give it up

Themed (Flight)

{I} Been around the block, like a bike lane
Fuck a G6, been fly like a biplane
Behind the mask of my {w}raps, I’m plain
I stay hungry, like the diet of a rice grain
Independent rapper, like Tech N9ne, quite Strange
Knowing that I’m Abel but I’m not willing to fight Kane
Same old dude, with a whole new mindframe
(INSERT NAME), tryna live up to Christ’s name
I don’t wanna Die, but life, is like a Dice game
Looking at what’s Left, wondering if I’m doing the Right thang
Knowing this way of thinking’s not tite like a tight chain
But I’m busy making Dollars, so why Change
Nice gain, battling my conscious, migraine
Morals staying in my line of sight like a bright stain
Scope of my vision you couldn’t see it with a wide frame
See, my pain, go blind, from the eyestrain
Just a man, regardless of what I might claim
Under, the weather, standing in the ice rain
Feeling played out, kinda like a trite saying
Rappin with a passion, I don’t even like fame
No satisfaction, I’m crashing mind drained
Feet dragging, the action, of my brain
Falling off the wagon, hoppin on the night train
Still I got the soul of an angel with fly aim...

Conscious (Hood)

Can’t go to sleep, knowing rivals might drive by
Eryday he wakes up, knowing that he might die
Living on the edge, just ta get a slight high
Living a life, where, everyday I cry
Only time we see him, in jail or family funerals
Forced to lose his close, homies that he knew the most
Instead of choosing a gang, I pray he choose his bros
This is my heart, not just lyrics over music notes
Won’t you give him the strength, to be a strong brother
And show him pains a part of life, so he will not suffer
Show him gangstas are hard, but God’s tougher
Cuz I’ll be damned, if he dies over the wrong color
Wearing a rag, or American flag
Let him carry round a Bible, stead of carr’ing a mag
Don’t let him get so high, he ain’t prepared for attack
Or look in the mirror, and see the Devil staring right back

Please, don’t, let, my son be a gangsta

G-a-n-g-s-t-a
Before my son becomes one, Lord let me pray
With his cousin Aykay, and my nephew Trae
At his funeral, singing, “Yesterday”
No betta yet “Gangsta Lean”, like D.R.S.
Help him know love, neva be heartless
Don’t let me and his momma push him, when we are stressed
Make him, your God-son, Lord be our guest
Don’t let us let him slip, simply cuz of missed cues
Or let him run away, simply cuz of split views
Don’t let him ever try to solve his problems with booze
The worlds a match, help us put out, his lit fuse
Help us listen when he shares with us his issues
And when he can’t hold it in, get him tissues
Our life’d be over if me and his momma get news
That our grandson, just put on his shoes

Please, don’t, let, my son be a gangsta

If he’s left with no choice but to join a gang
Let him find you in the end and avoid the flames
Let the realest OG teach my boy to bang
Let him make his competition look like they ain’t toilet trained
Let his name bring fear, to his enemies
Help him keep his path clear, so he can get his cheese
Let him rest with ease, no tears all pleasantries
A wedding please nah! As long as he finds a centerpiece
Let her be faithful, even if she don’t marry him
Let em have respect for eachother, so she ain’t scared of him
If they choose to have a son let her carry him
All I ask Lord, my son, don’t make me bury him
Let him bury me, and carry on my legacy
Let him see your light, until he’s breaking free
Let I love you, be the last word’s he say to me
And when he dies, Lord won’t you take a G…

Relationship (Initiation)

Lets take it easy, smooth like an interlude
Wanna enter you, but first, let you know I’m into you
Romeo and Juliet style, familes in a feud
Tryna see inside you, before I see you in the nude
Friends till the very end, huh? Baby git a clue
Wanna see you happy, even if its with a different dude
I see you smiling when you with him, but is it true
Look a little deeper, in the mirror, let me switch ya view
I love you for the way you act, not the way you look
If I could tell you all the ways dat you got me hooked
Not just a single rap, I’d have ta make a book
I just wanna steal his place, I am not a crook
If I was ya man, I be damned, if he came along
So I can’t hate him, if he hate me for making us strong
Tell the truth though, if what I’m sayings wrong
Then why you listening to this… change the song

First I get inside your head
Then we slide right in to bed
Let a love story be read
From what our body language said

Hello baby, yup, I’m still here
Waiting patiently knowing my times real near
I wanna be the one to wipe away ya spilled tears
Let me give birth to trust, and kill fear
I ain’t asking you to cheat, I respect that
You gotta man, but damn I can’t accept that
You really happy, I could make you happy bet that
And if you gave me your heart, I would protect that
Let you do ya thang, love you, for who you are
On another level, together we move the bar
You’re a shooting star, keep me bright thru the dark
Cupid shot an arrow with ya name right thru my heart
Call me over zealous, and maybe just a lil jealous
Talk shit, get hit, how I deal with fellows
But this a love story, something like Cinderella's
And we gon have a happy ending, fuck what they tell us

Themed (Astronaut)

I’m blasting off like astronauts, but wondering what my plan it (planet) costs
Haunted by random thoughts of tragic loss from leaving these aftershocks
Tryna feed my daughter and son without a gun or mask involved
Which means I gotta tour, riding thru the night (Knight) like Hasselhoff
Used to watch MTV with dreams of earning a moon man
But betta than vain fame is what I can gain when aiming for new fans
Funny but labels they label my style money cuz it moves hands
Rapping like Rabbit in 8 Mile, no number 2 chance
One shot, bout to blow up, no Challenger
Blast off, going bang, no silencer
So Cal balancer, lethal caliber
Blood sweat and tears, for years, I put in calendars
Like the Mayans, I followed stars, beyond my time
Chasing Cash, no Johnny, still I walk the line
My rocket’s primed, and success is all that’s on my mind
Dark matter rappers all around me, I gotta shine
 
Started from the cellar, now I’m, interstellar
Used to wanna reign (want the rain) now I’m over it with a big umbrella
Word to Gerald, got my haters sour as citronella
Little do they know I’m on Tinder tryna find a Cinderella
But I am no Prince, formerly known as
The coolest brother you know, that’s just a show mask
So fast still I’m watching rocket ships go past
Barely holding on, praying that I don’t crash
Cuz up here, the Earth is just a tiny spec
Knowing I could fall at any moment, I ain’t tryna wreck
Foreign territory is what comes with a higher check
Reflection in my helmet, tryna see a man that I respect

Above the atmosphere, don’t need no Atlas here
Ain’t no mashing gears, and I’m way past a Leer
I’m the opposite of Noah when the land appeared
Cuz I keep my feet grounded and I rap sincere
Just got a message from Houston they said “your path is clear”
Helmet and a mannish beard, masking my sad veneer
Half as near to my death, but still no plans of fear
Cuz I’m using God’s sun (Son) as my chandelier

Sexual (Boasting)

{INSERT NAME} , girl ya know what I do to mics
E'rythang I do, and everyone up in my krew is tight
Tell me what u need and baby I'll make sure da mood is right
I'ma leave it up to you, what we do, tonight
Hard to describe, the vibe, u make me feel inside
So surreal, but these feelings are to real to fight
In the sky, even with no strings I could steal a kite
I ain't tryna gas you up, but oil's what I drill it like
Just beware if we take it there, you've been warned
I'll heat you up, then get you wet, like a moving storm
I'll leave ya boobies, ya booty, and ya coochie worn
Put on some Chris, Brown and Twista, make a movie porn
Let me take it back, a couple steps though, to before
Lying if I said, I didn't like the way ya booty's formed
Is this feeling love or just lust cuz, I'm truly torn
Knowing "only fools rush in" like U-B-40

Reflective (Inner Demons)

Time and time again I find a pen when I can't confide in friends
cuz I'd rather write these lines instead of trying to lie to them
Inciting righteous trends like watching Christ ascend and rise Again
Praying that my trial ends before my Bible bends
but where do I begin... with my embarrassed ego
story out of order like it was written by Quentin Tarantino
I'm hard as paralegal work and I ain't scared of Debo
But every night I lay with Terror like I married evil
No pair of 'migos I'm flying solo and all alone
loaded everything I owned  inside my car and call it home
I told my family I ain't stopping till we got the throne
until then I'm outta my zone, like I lost my phone
probably why they suffer when wondering where a brother's been
struggling trying to survive but steady hustling
knowing that it hurts them I thought I heard him but it wasn't them
that's just my conscience asking...

Where are you now?

Family (Parent/Child)

My dearest daughter, my dearest daughter
Right here you aughta, be,  but I'm nowhere near your momma
Wish I could stare at your face, whenever I'm feeling awful
Cuz in your eyes... I've always been your fearless father
But if you only knew, I'm so afraid
That I'll never see you again,  everytime I go away
Never let you go,  I just wanna hold you babe
every minute is torture,  so many lonely days
Missing you I wanna be hugging and kissing you, listen boo
I'm doing it all for you and your brother and yeah I miss him too
True love grows stronger, that's what distance do
Telling you I love you should never wonder is it true
Everytime you're in pain wish I could switch with you
But I put my chips all on the table just like dinner food
So I walk a lonely path with a different view
Probably why you constantly wondering...

Where are you now

Pensive (Dark)

All I got is pride, my conscience ain't even on my side
When I'm gone, will I be known as strong, or the man who cried
Finger on my trigga, but go figure, ain't nowhere ta ride
Demons coming to get me from inside, so I can't hide
I feel em in my head, my thoughts are getting fed
Using my own memories against me, from the days I fled
I'm open like a book, my weakness, getting read
All a the things I said, won't mean shit, if a nigga dead
I'm tryna stay tough, but life is way rough
Who can I trust, cuz my friends, even they bluff
Thinking that they helping, but they only, delaying my fate
Breaking all my bridges, when they, taking my weight
Fighting battles, with myself, that I have ta win
Suicidal like Heath Ledger with a mask of sin
See my life is just a joke, and so I pack a grin
Knocking on the door, to my soul, but no-ones answering

Diss Track (Visual)

Watch out for the boogey man, he's coming for yo woman
All up on her tip, even though, he know she's tooken
He's scheming watching dreaming wanting in the kitchen cooking
A plot ta steal yo queen, on the side line rooking
Keeping in his pole up in the fishing hole, bet neva hooking
Throwing dynamite, in the water, when no ones looking
"Smiling in yo face" soon as you turn around he jooking
Putting, on a cape, late night rendezvous he's booking
And if ya chick is loyal, that's like fire mixed with oil
His plans will surely foil, and his blood will curl and boil
His pants he'll probably soil, making demands, like he's royal
But he won't get her so he'll throw a temper tantrum like he's spoiled
Dimes he never gets, cuz he got fetishes like foreigners
The only type of tricks that he can pull belong on corners
He's fronting like a mourner, but really just a scorner
If you see him coming, tell ya girl, you should warn her

He ain't coming for ya money
He ain't coming for ya grip
He ain't coming for ya chain
He ain't coming for ya whip
He ain't coming for ya jersey
He ain't coming for ya kicks
He's coming for ya chick
Comin-coming for ya chick..

He's plottin and he's schemin, he's creepin like a stalker
Tryna run shit like Barack, but got game like Baraka
Gettin fresh like Binaca, playin dirty like Tonka
Thinking he smooth like Silkk, but just a Shocker, like Blanka
Every line he spits is cheezy he's a, Velveeta hocker
Fronting like a Big Mac, extra greasy, slick talker
Get her alone in his room he'll try to touch her like a doctor
Hollerin at yo bitch like {O lets do it} Waka Flocka
He a real nigga jocker, on da dick, cock blocker
The secrets out now, like a loose locker
Wonder why they call him a bitch, no 2Pac'a
Shady like Han Solo, with a mouthpiece like Chewbacca
How to lose, he can teach ya like a blackboard chalker
Kicking it a lot and barely ever scoring like soccer
Getting drunk around him that's a Gamble just like Procter
He's a con{Khan}, not like Genghis or Shere, just Chaka

He ain't coming for ya money
He ain't coming for ya grip
He ain't coming for ya chain
He ain't coming for ya whip
He ain't coming for ya jersey
He ain't coming for ya kicks
He's coming for ya chick
Comin-coming for ya chick..

He ain't coming, no no, he ain't coming for ya life
Da boogeyman running up on ya, tryna catch you slipping, and fuck yo wife
Really thinking he has a chance, making his advance, like what's your price
But, when she turn him down, turn around, what's that, in her back his rusty knife
Trust him twice, neva no, if you see him coming, gets ta running
No betta yet, load yo millameeta up, with a full clip, and gets ta bucking
Huffing and puffing, tryna blow your house down, deconstruction
He just mad, cuz 60 seconds in some pussy, he be busting
UUHHHhh... where'd he get his game from, musta been made in China
Cuz he's foreign to the concept of how to attract vagina
Even when he gets a bitch, betta watch yo chick, cuz she'll be finer
He'll wine her, he'll dine her, he'll claim to be a rhymer
Writing poems, like I love the way you let me lick your coochie
Smiling when he sees you, tryna front like hes a groupie
When you turn your back, his hands up on your girlys booty
Point that nigga out, pull his card, he'll be like who, me?

Relationship (Disfunctional)

Baby I'm knowing the reason you change like the season is cuz of da way dat I am
Never got married but s'posed to be staying together forever you breaking the band
Thought dat just maybe that you were the one to be different but no you won't stay with ya man
Surveying the land, you playing ya hand, changing da plan and making demands
"Only when your lonely", drunk off the cheapest liquor
"You try ta bone me", really wanna freak this nigga
"Lover, friend and homey", but you don't see the picture
"Cuz your too phony", but damn you got a decent figure
I'm weakest with ya, when ya naked, and the world is silent
But when you dressed and talking dat bullshit all my thoughts are violent
I think, I hate your guts, but this I know fa sho!
When our bodies touch, Oh na na no no...

I think I hate your guts
Your ways I can't trust
But when our bodies touch
Oh!, na na NO NO

I think I hate your guts
You make me wanna cuss
But when our bodies touch
Oh!, na na NO NO

I think I hate your guts
My angers bout ta bust
But when our bodies touch
Oh!, na na NO NO

I think I hate your guts
We bout ta bite the dust
But when our bodies touch
Oh!, na na NO NO

Hardcore (Mental Illness)

Dressed up in a bloody doctors fit, lurking thru the halls of terror
I scan this barcode on my wrist it just says error error
Nurses like zombies tryna feed me pills trust em I’m scared ta
It rubs the lotion on its skin, bitch I’ma wear ya
Tryna compare the thoughts up in my head you’ll need much more than a mirror
Creeping up near ya, shit I scare myself, but somehow do not fear ya
Al Jazeera, read my jungle book, paranoid just like Bagheera
Picture clearer, needle in my veins, I’m shaking like Shakira
Under my skin, these demons, in my blood they coming for revenge
Adjust my lens, look its just my sins, up in my syringe
Fuck my friends, like popos on my door hey yo they bustin in
My other half is peaceful, but my evil half, is hushing him
Cut and trim, hang em out ta dry, you still doubt me why
Why would I lie when I really wanna cry, look into my eyes I’m down to die
Whether fryin or flying, when I say I’m psyco no lying
Strait jacket packing screws lacking the active mental mindstate I’m in… PSYCHO!

Political (Rhymeform)

We got... blood on our hands, but the ballots clean ☑
Bombing hospitals, violence silencing the sound of screams 😷💣💀
Meanwhile the other's, even smugger, with a phallic dream 🍆
Grabbing women by their Precious, like he found The Ring 👐👺
Hot girls, yelling no, like a jalapen' 😱
Threatening to sue, for challenging the invalid King 😒👑
Meanwhile we desecrating Natives, like that Dallas team 🐴🔫
Callous as Alice, outside of Wonderland, unbalanced themes ♻
...Now that's what I call Halloween 🎃👻
Dressing up as the Sultan, I'd make the palace sing 🏰🙌
With my Arabian queen straight out of Palestine 👸
With a loyal fan base, and length of my Span, as long as Alan Green 💿🏆
Until then, I'm just Chiefing, on this salad green 🔥💨
Used to work a warehouse job picking and palleting 😖
...So please don't judge me when the mallet swings 🔨
Music in my veins, invoking change, when my talent bleeds