

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I'm the Row to the L To the And, I am If I wasn't then why Would I say I can Rock a mic just as well As any other man From the Susquehanna All the way to Pakistan So don't stand in my way If you see me coming through I'll do what I gotta do Just to make it through you Who knew that the Wu Would inspire me to find my own Flying guillotine To chop through your fucking mind [Chorus] They say snitches get stitches From New York to Alabama The 7 inches in my britches Got bitches goin' bananas Raiding their Southlands Like Sherman did to Atlanta Got them whistlin' on my Dixie From Japan down to Savannah [Verse 2] Summertime And the living is kinda hard When you're wishing Upon a star Cuz that don't get you very far So just pick up that guitar And let the music flow Let the rhythm take control And become your maestro Let yourself go Beyond the places you don't know From the highest of the highs To the lowest of the lows. [Bridge] Don't be surprised by the lies Of those you idolize It's all just a game With no chances to win a prize Don't become the mastermind Of your very own demise When the thing you fear the most Is really a blessing in disguise [Verse 3] I'm in it to win it So just spin it and finish it It's roulette, Russian style Don't try to diminish it I'm about to blow up Like some Bailey's and Guinness shit So just sit back and relax And just let that trigger slip You hypocritical prick Don't trip over that ego Cuz we know It's all just for show Just go with the flow Reach for new plateaus And watch the fire Inside of you grow
Tags
Jazz piano and guitar, heavy boom bap hip hop beat, smooth male vocals, whimsical, eclectic, funky Rap,Jazz
4:00
No
2/1/2025