good shit g but i would recommend more word play words that dont end the same but sound the same or make it sound the same naw mean keep grinding g ill keep peeping
Verse 1:
Ye, Im Dirty-S, an amateur rapper ,
with a premature birth,
Writing this song on a basketball court,
Never taught of being a rapper,
Just taught of being a player,
But every layer and prayer
My skills enchanced, and bloomed like a blossom flower
Its Awesome, having this kind of skills to get some kills down the hill, then chill a little bit,
And whoop some gangster ass,
And shoot some bankers face,
And Ye, you've got some guns, but have no bullets, how foolish, listening to this rubbish music, and trashy flows and non sense lyrics, critics voting for the best rapper,
rappers Setting the mics on fire
But need to Hire some ghostwriter
Lighting everyones ass with a lighter
Call me the grim reaper, cause im about to reap the shit out of you,
And yo, yo
I get all the hoes
I have all the flows
Every bow and arrow shot
Lands in every lot of every lame ass rappers
Here Collecting every copper I see
A bear jumping at the branch of a tree
A bunch of bird flying freely down the hill
A seal swiming at the shores
More nonesense whores riding on a horse
, and as noise blows through the air, and as the ground shakes,
And as loud noises goes on, the sky opens and gave me a paper and a pen to write this song
Lets see how long will I survive in this rap game,
Im done
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would have been better recorded batter but still
good shit g but i would recommend more word play words that dont end the same but sound the same or make it sound the same naw mean keep grinding g ill keep peeping
ah well. this was done a year ago just reposted it
Here are my scores: Bars: 3/10 Delivery: 4/10 Impression: 4/10
Here are my scores: Bars: 0/10 Delivery: 0/10 Impression: 0/10
all good man just keep working on it and it get better with practice peep my tracks of you want I have 5 of pure fire
Verse 1: Ye, Im Dirty-S, an amateur rapper , with a premature birth, Writing this song on a basketball court, Never taught of being a rapper, Just taught of being a player, But every layer and prayer My skills enchanced, and bloomed like a blossom flower Its Awesome, having this kind of skills to get some kills down the hill, then chill a little bit, And whoop some gangster ass, And shoot some bankers face, And Ye, you've got some guns, but have no bullets, how foolish, listening to this rubbish music, and trashy flows and non sense lyrics, critics voting for the best rapper, rappers Setting the mics on fire But need to Hire some ghostwriter Lighting everyones ass with a lighter Call me the grim reaper, cause im about to reap the shit out of you, And yo, yo I get all the hoes I have all the flows Every bow and arrow shot Lands in every lot of every lame ass rappers Here Collecting every copper I see A bear jumping at the branch of a tree A bunch of bird flying freely down the hill A seal swiming at the shores More nonesense whores riding on a horse , and as noise blows through the air, and as the ground shakes, And as loud noises goes on, the sky opens and gave me a paper and a pen to write this song Lets see how long will I survive in this rap game, Im done
good job
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the lyrics☝