Bubonic 2.0
rap,trap,hip hop,house, ambient,j.cole type beat,nostalgic, bittersweet,motivated,West Coast hip hop,experimental lo-fiWOWORLDPATTERNZ
Verse 1 Shit I be spittin so sick, know it sounds generic But miasmic's pandemic, got the crowd hysteric Every rapper claims prophetic, mine's poetic, kinetic Preachin like a prophet, know you heard this before Shits addictive, restrictive, but I'm giving you more Gottem hooked on phonics, ironic how the chronic Pain becomes sonic, supersonic, bionic Claiming my dreams, reaching higha and higha Won't let dreams be dreams anymore Shia Was once a pariah, now watch me inspire Watch me break my back to feed my son, withstand the fire Hook# Yeah, I withstand the fire - know you heard this before Never tire - same old metaphors Take it higher - but this time there's more They admire - how I flip what you explore How I climb up, never fallin down (yeah, cliché, I know) From underground to wearin crowns (every rapper's goal) Facin demons with a smile (standard rap repertoire) Been through hell, walked every mile (but this pain ain't folklore) Freestyle Section# Flow so cold, sold my soul, now I'm taking control Bold moves told, stories unfold, worth more than gold Know the flow's predictable, but still addictable, mathematical Every rapper's sabbatical, mine's grammatical, automatic pull Yeah I sound like every MC, but my journey's what they see Mines poetic, who said it? This ain't just hyperbole Breaking free, guarantee, flow's authentic, can't you see Spit the same old scripts, but my pain never slips Taking trips through mental crypts, while these other rappers dip Verse 2# Nights I went hungry, days I went broke (every rapper's opening line) Future lookin foggy, thick as smoke (metaphors we've heard designed) Doubters told me quit, said I was a joke (standard motivation) Now they all shook, but I ain't woke to think this makes me special Know my story's typical, but my grind's habitual Critical, statistical, this pain ain't fictional Reality, seein me rise from ashes (phoenix imagery, classic) Critics thought I'd fade away, disappear, crystal clear Puttin on for my city, for my block (O-side!) For my son, motivation don't stop (you know) Same old story, but the glory's still mine Bridge# Sacrifice everything, gave it my all (standard rapper talk) No handouts, did it on my own (independent throne) Know these lines are recycled, but the feelings ain't fictional Critical, typical, but my pain's statistical Every rapper claims the same, but we're playin different games Shame we sound the same, but the flames burn just the same Outro# So watch me break my back to feed my son (yeah, I said it again) Withstand the fire till my days are done (recycling, but it's genuine) Yeah, I'm that prophet, that vision, that dream (supreme) That miasmic flow, that unstoppable stream (mainstream) Hooked on phonics, addicted to greatness (latest) Pariah to messiah, witness my takeover (makeover) Know I sound like every other MC claiming fame But walk my path and tell me pain sounds the same We all use the same words, same metaphors, same claims same rhymes,same names