Befuddled
Terabyte200 Plays
•18 Oct 2018
T$ I’m sick by nature When I hit the paper With the pen serving words to herds Im just a waiter Till the end Awaiting fate til it bends With my rhymes That coincide Inside my mind Y’all will find The truth in every line I design What kind of freak am I I seek divine by flipping 9’s I’m Just kidding hahaha I’m on the grind All the time though Fuck the 9-5’s With this shit I survive People come alive When I arrive Im the show The main attraction Quit acting Like yall aren’t fascinated With my rappin When I create contraptions Daily weekly and/or monthly Maybe try one thing and move on humbly But Y’all keep stumblin While I Pumble competition All they can do is listen Keep on wishin this is fiction But y’all in trouble All I do is flex my muscle watching ya’ll crumble And step over all you whack ass emcees like a fucking puddle (Hook) Not so subtle am I? No rebuttals when I Befuddle undiscovered Punks who want to be my double. I can snap on a track And just act relaxed I guess I have a gnack For the craft of rap My task is to extract reactions From half the hacks “spittin Gas And stacking backs” I attract the mass With massive attacks Don’t act too fast I smacked the last Emcee who just tried to “Rack in the plaques” All the Slack I pick up after has Me tripping This is my crash course won’t be slipping. Driven like a Rav 4 by opposition’s constant friction. I abhor some poor decisions I made With the Ignorant whores I invade Ignore the lethal force I’m insane I can’t Breathe before I see the score I just know I’m in the lead with more Imma genius adored It’s like seagulls to boars Y’all got bird brains While I go ham on the chorus. Peck away at me But I’m friends with Taurus Ty’s with the bytes and You’re all inside Tera’s rigor Mortis Tera-Ty is for life That’s an assurance But fuck stage names I’m Turner fucking Morris (Hook) Not so subtle am I? No rebuttals when I Befuddle undiscovered Punks who want to be my double.
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Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 8/10 Impression: 8/10
T$ I’m sick by nature When I hit the paper With the pen serving words to herds Im just a waiter Till the end Awaiting fate til it bends With my rhymes That coincide Inside my mind Y’all will find The truth in every line I design What kind of freak am I I seek divine by flipping 9’s I’m Just kidding hahaha I’m on the grind All the time though Fuck the 9-5’s With this shit I survive People come alive When I arrive Im the show The main attraction Quit acting Like yall aren’t fascinated With my rappin When I create contraptions Daily weekly and/or monthly Maybe try one thing and move on humbly But Y’all keep stumblin While I Pumble competition All they can do is listen Keep on wishin this is fiction But y’all in trouble All I do is flex my muscle watching ya’ll crumble And step over all you whack ass emcees like a fucking puddle (Hook) Not so subtle am I? No rebuttals when I Befuddle undiscovered Punks who want to be my double. I can snap on a track And just act relaxed I guess I have a gnack For the craft of rap My task is to extract reactions From half the hacks “spittin Gas And stacking backs” I attract the mass With massive attacks Don’t act too fast I smacked the last Emcee who just tried to “Rack in the plaques” All the Slack I pick up after has Me tripping This is my crash course won’t be slipping. Driven like a Rav 4 by opposition’s constant friction. I abhor some poor decisions I made With the Ignorant whores I invade Ignore the lethal force I’m insane I can’t Breathe before I see the score I just know I’m in the lead with more Imma genius adored It’s like seagulls to boars Y’all got bird brains While I go ham on the chorus. Peck away at me But I’m friends with Taurus Ty’s with the bytes and You’re all inside Tera’s rigor Mortis Tera-Ty is for life That’s an assurance But fuck stage names I’m Turner fucking Morris (Hook) Not so subtle am I? No rebuttals when I Befuddle undiscovered Punks who want to be my double.
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