Yo, ich versuche mich gerade ein wenig im Lyrics schreiben und wollte mal eure meinung zu den beiden texten wissen....
BITTE GEBT MIR EIN KURZES FEEDBACK
1.
My style is free, yours is locked up behind penitentiary
Steel, In prison, no vision, you just tryna’ envision
Flowin’ like your role model, got fanatic adoration for me
Keepin’ it all-time high like VC, 360
I’m more than the answer, I’m the final solution
MC ND and Rap game: the topmost Hip Hop contribution
Comin’ fast rappin’, get out the way, I belong on the fast lane,
You ****ing bluebottle on the windshield of my lyrical flame
Wiper-action, stop disturbin’ like Bush’s disturbin’ the peace
Do it like the other losers after frontin’ beef, flip away and smoke weed
Your path is free into a new world, a new beginning
A new life to live, maybe the first time you’re winning
So figure it out, it’s like a chess game, your figure is out
No way preventin’ it, your disappointment is loud
Where all the groupies at? Where the **** is your crowd?
Fans waitin’ for Jigga not for you, no need for a reasonable doubt
You are down down baby, no contract wit slim shady, regardless neglected
Ain’t no glory, the world feels safer and protected
Just sittin’ at home, sippin’ your glass of water, in your mind it’s cris
Hand on your dick, jackin’ off, your fantasy ‘s got sex wit kinda Miss
See me, my rappin’ action is grown to be my occupation
More than ****in’ satisfaction while that stuff of masturbation
I’m stayin’ focused man, my mind on my rhyme
You are low-posed man, your mind’s beggin’ for some shine
tremblin’ as gamblin’, sufferin’ Parkinson like Marty Mc Fly
prayin’ to God to force that dice, your pocket’s filled with at least one dime
2.
As the 1st round pick I was drafted by the Miami Beat
I’m playin’ the 1, PG, rap assists blessed, I was born to lead
In my team, me I’m the go-to-guy, representin’ streetball at it’s best
Fellas be like: “Oh too fly”, the opponents I’ve made so wet
But I stay so-so-dry like Gobi [PAUSE]
Practicin’ & improvin’ my oral drive, often named the hip hop’s Kobe
Attention pleeze, attention pleeze Nr.8, three-peat
Just require 8 bars and 3 metaphors, enuff for an easy-layer defeat
Play the D like you play your girl, oh you gay, greet Marvin in a better world
Play against me, naw, better stay your girl, stead of been played whirled
Pool your team, I smell you cowards already stacked at your house?
I rule and beam, my man Scottie just blazes a trail, **** time-out
Rookie of the year, MVP, my first of a mill-billion more championships
Spooky skills in here, oh you flee, spit bonkers bars, formal champions flip
I got the ring my gift brought me, you prefer BK’s onion rings
Picture me ten years later, I’m known as Hip Hop’s Lord of rings
Danke!!!!!!!!
BITTE GEBT MIR EIN KURZES FEEDBACK
1.
My style is free, yours is locked up behind penitentiary
Steel, In prison, no vision, you just tryna’ envision
Flowin’ like your role model, got fanatic adoration for me
Keepin’ it all-time high like VC, 360
I’m more than the answer, I’m the final solution
MC ND and Rap game: the topmost Hip Hop contribution
Comin’ fast rappin’, get out the way, I belong on the fast lane,
You ****ing bluebottle on the windshield of my lyrical flame
Wiper-action, stop disturbin’ like Bush’s disturbin’ the peace
Do it like the other losers after frontin’ beef, flip away and smoke weed
Your path is free into a new world, a new beginning
A new life to live, maybe the first time you’re winning
So figure it out, it’s like a chess game, your figure is out
No way preventin’ it, your disappointment is loud
Where all the groupies at? Where the **** is your crowd?
Fans waitin’ for Jigga not for you, no need for a reasonable doubt
You are down down baby, no contract wit slim shady, regardless neglected
Ain’t no glory, the world feels safer and protected
Just sittin’ at home, sippin’ your glass of water, in your mind it’s cris
Hand on your dick, jackin’ off, your fantasy ‘s got sex wit kinda Miss
See me, my rappin’ action is grown to be my occupation
More than ****in’ satisfaction while that stuff of masturbation
I’m stayin’ focused man, my mind on my rhyme
You are low-posed man, your mind’s beggin’ for some shine
tremblin’ as gamblin’, sufferin’ Parkinson like Marty Mc Fly
prayin’ to God to force that dice, your pocket’s filled with at least one dime
2.
As the 1st round pick I was drafted by the Miami Beat
I’m playin’ the 1, PG, rap assists blessed, I was born to lead
In my team, me I’m the go-to-guy, representin’ streetball at it’s best
Fellas be like: “Oh too fly”, the opponents I’ve made so wet
But I stay so-so-dry like Gobi [PAUSE]
Practicin’ & improvin’ my oral drive, often named the hip hop’s Kobe
Attention pleeze, attention pleeze Nr.8, three-peat
Just require 8 bars and 3 metaphors, enuff for an easy-layer defeat
Play the D like you play your girl, oh you gay, greet Marvin in a better world
Play against me, naw, better stay your girl, stead of been played whirled
Pool your team, I smell you cowards already stacked at your house?
I rule and beam, my man Scottie just blazes a trail, **** time-out
Rookie of the year, MVP, my first of a mill-billion more championships
Spooky skills in here, oh you flee, spit bonkers bars, formal champions flip
I got the ring my gift brought me, you prefer BK’s onion rings
Picture me ten years later, I’m known as Hip Hop’s Lord of rings
Danke!!!!!!!!
