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TO THE BEERANDRAP.COM PEOPLE. I WOULD LIKE YOUR OPINION ON A FEW SONG LYRICS I WROTE.
IF YOU HATE THEM OR LOVE THEM JUST LET ME KNOW.
I CAN TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM TRUST ME
1) Song Title: (FROM SHORE TO SHORE)
VERSE 1
From shore to shore
It’s the same war
Where lighters lit for fiens that need more
To some it’s a grim picture
Now I’m about to hit ya
When stray bullets lead to wheelchairs
On many corners malt liquor beers
Inner city souvenirs
With tears and fears
Some still wet behind the ears
And some fathers are deadbeats
In back of backseats
Getting discreet
With freaks
In cheap motels with dirty sheets
Or living on pissy smelled city streets
Getting picked up by police
Caught in too deep
Like loss sheep
And life ain’t sweet
As that cheap wine you drink
As you sink
Each time you blink
Throwing up in the sink
Where more things change
More they stay the same
Getting caught everyday
Like a moth to a flame
(CHORUS)2X
Thought you could turn your life around
Eyeballs kept bloodshot yellow brown
Sunk to the bottom hitting the ground
Been up all night and don’t want to come down
VERSE 2
Why do the wheels in my head turn the way they do?
Why can’t the world see my point of view?
Getting treated like I’m a taboo
Don’t know me but you think you do
Watching my every move
Escaping out the ghetto is all too few
Dreams giving up some don’t pursue
Just another dead end road for you
And a place where cars get broken into
Living in a combat zone
While violence in the streets violence in the home
Youngsters at 12 thinking they’re grown
And crack smoking prostitutes on patrol
And not many kids growing old
Too many guns being sold
Where some don’t care what’s right or wrong
And daddy’s disowning their kids so long
Too much shots of heroin in the arm
Or getting locked up in the pen too long
And you know something ain’t right
As crack babies screaming all night
Darkness is the light
Deep into the night
Similar to a walking burial site
And where your time is spent
With people walking up and down the pavement
Where users go leave owner stolen merchandise as payment
(CHORUS)2X
Thought you could turn your life around
Eyeballs kept bloodshot yellow brown
Sunk to the bottom hitting the ground
Been up all night and don’t want to come down
VERSE 3
Have no choice but face it
Every birthday another year wasted
Wrong choices put you in wrong situations
Now you’re on the corner asking for donations
Living like a peasant
Cause you life’s unpleasant
Restless was your adolescents
Getting hooked on depressants
To you is a present
Is what you represent
It is what it is is what’s it all about
While down to the jail house you shout
Cause you know they ain’t letting you out
Besides your pockets in a drought
And your mouth
Is opened out
Like a trout
Did petty crime to get shit
At the same time you said it made perfe
You probably have more readers than you think! Anyway I'm glad you're around. . .
kc you = teh suk.
oops i meant
LIQUID FIRE AKA: LIQUID SMOKE
this am i was all post gurped from a long night out with EJ at DNA for Tha Liks where he managed to yell "FUCK YO COUCH" no less than 1,298 times. im sure you can imagine how hard i laughed when i read the sentence " ...the awesome local hit "Fuck Yo Couch" by Bailey"
Then I saw Beer and Rap and was like "Errrrrrrrrrry"
Nice to see someone gets up on these blogs...
werdDun.
Hey people that run BEERANDRAP.COM i saw the above post and it was such a good idea that i too am submitting lyrics for your criticism, thanks!
song title: (from san jose to the bay)
yo from san jo lyric spitting commando
never running back like randall
i ram cunning hams and slam them to
the matress like a confused actress
im reppin that forty oh to the eighter
thizz all night, never will date her
all nighter, sleep day err sometimes morning
and sometimes yawning boring exploring rhyme schemes contorting dreams with innovative fiend stories
instead of tried themes and gory tribulations
my rhyme scheme is immaculate and indomitable
flow so snow its abominable
like the abominable guy
nevertheless i test better than rest with rest stops
and pit stops at the nearest hip-hop gift shop
bitch stop.
bitch you thought this hyphy shit was a fad
im so rad i battle your dad and leave his ass scarred deep from bullet holes that pass your street, with enough mechanical energy to make cyborg weep.
FUCC ALL U HATERZ, HATIN AZZ BITCHES LIKE ILLWAFER GON HATE NO MATTER HOW DOPE YOU IZ SO KEEP SPITTIN THAT SHIT LIQUID SNACK OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS SOLID SNAKE CAUSE YOU GOT HEAT MANG
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hey serg I have some emotional lyrics I was wondering if you could critique:
Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk
I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
When I got the milli pictured in my head
Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead
What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain
On that insane tip E-B-K everyday
The block-style bitch smokin' dank
With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going Both ways,
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways
Chorus: repeat 2X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain...
fucking emo rap, I could read the tears falling as you rapped
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