It's called "sick"
www.myspace.com/nextgenerationpoets
critique please?
A little bit of headrush, kick up the bass
A little bit of sickness, let your heart race
Claim the dope beat, please pick up the pace
Put it all together and you got us in this place
It’s a happy melody, sad undertone,
When I mix it up, I feel like I’m in the zone
Not drunk, not high, not trippin, not tweakin
It don’t even matter because we’re not freakin
Mad or depressed, sad when I rest
I’m a young son of a gun straight from the west
Straight illmatic, bred from the war-torn fabric
Of the States and I know that we’re all that is tragic
Forget about it party to the beat that I lay down
I’m contagious, spreading sickness to the whole damn sound
Puget Sound that is, lyrically diseased
Suck it up homeslice, get off your knees
There’s no stopping time, so embrace what you got
It’s like time stops when my sick rhymes get hot
I’m like Rainier, dormant but not
When will I blow up, and when will I stop
You don’t know when, please gather your things
Earthquakes come, flood watch it brings
Drowning in a sea of lava and mud
Damn you’re tripping your eyes are just so blood
Shot when the cops come, deer in the headlights
Pull the car over, “Have you been drinking tonight?â€
“No, sir…should I walk the lineâ€
“Your pupils are too dilated I think you’re not fineâ€
Downtown you go, away from my show
Wish you were here? Scrap up some dough
Get out of bed, get on your clothes
Get a real job, don’t mess with hoes
Switch up the style and dance with the ladies
Pimp yourself out, relax and just maybe
You’ll get some tail in your bed tonight
It’s a possibility but it might
Not come true, man, please just step up your game
Work with my fame, make her scream your name
Tongue in tongue out flit around make her spout
She’s a screamer isn’t she? Bring her voice about
Sick sensations running down your spine
It’s really divine, dine on her brine
You lose sense of time when I spit my rhymes
It’s like when I pull out she’ll have no lines
There’s biggie, and there’s also tupac
One preaches peace one gives girls the knock
It’s like East vs. West without the tick tock
Of the timer on your clock, pop pop the glock
Because if sleep is the cousin of death
I’ll change my life plan, incorporate less breath
Cause if each breath takes away a bit of life
Restless warriors don’t need a knife
Protection’s needed, but not where I go
I’m a middle class boy, but I still got a show
My past might be bitter but the present is sweet
And I’m hoping for more good times to repeat
Rap it, tap it, light it and pass it
Blunts, nines and 40s, I don’t take jack shit
Don’t need to…because I don’t belong
And this is why I make poetry out of song
Weapons protect me, but my verse is deadly
It is the ammunition that I use, feel the flow in me
Luke Skywalker, jedi lyric skills
Because I’m a minor I don’t need to pay bills
Funky fresh flow with a happy tone
And like I said before I keep in the zone
I got my headphones, keep the low tones
Bass keeps pumping it’ll rock your bones
And my verse is a dome crack
The beat holds the back
Kick it with me, feel the love that I laterally
Give away since I’m living without a hint of salary just pave the way
But it’s a happy melody, sad undertone,
When I mix it up, I feel like I’m in the zone
Not drunk, not high, not trippin, not tweakin
It don’t even matter because we’re not freakin
Mad or depressed, sad when I rest
I’m a young son of a gun straight from the west
Like Nas, illmatic, bred from the war-torn fabric
Of the States and I know that we’re all that is tragic
Forget about it party to the beat that I lay down
I’m contagious, spreading sickness to the whole damn sound
Puget Sound that is, lyrically diseased
Keep it up Seattle, to the tops of the trees
www.myspace.com/nextgenerationpoets
critique please?
A little bit of headrush, kick up the bass
A little bit of sickness, let your heart race
Claim the dope beat, please pick up the pace
Put it all together and you got us in this place
It’s a happy melody, sad undertone,
When I mix it up, I feel like I’m in the zone
Not drunk, not high, not trippin, not tweakin
It don’t even matter because we’re not freakin
Mad or depressed, sad when I rest
I’m a young son of a gun straight from the west
Straight illmatic, bred from the war-torn fabric
Of the States and I know that we’re all that is tragic
Forget about it party to the beat that I lay down
I’m contagious, spreading sickness to the whole damn sound
Puget Sound that is, lyrically diseased
Suck it up homeslice, get off your knees
There’s no stopping time, so embrace what you got
It’s like time stops when my sick rhymes get hot
I’m like Rainier, dormant but not
When will I blow up, and when will I stop
You don’t know when, please gather your things
Earthquakes come, flood watch it brings
Drowning in a sea of lava and mud
Damn you’re tripping your eyes are just so blood
Shot when the cops come, deer in the headlights
Pull the car over, “Have you been drinking tonight?â€
“No, sir…should I walk the lineâ€
“Your pupils are too dilated I think you’re not fineâ€
Downtown you go, away from my show
Wish you were here? Scrap up some dough
Get out of bed, get on your clothes
Get a real job, don’t mess with hoes
Switch up the style and dance with the ladies
Pimp yourself out, relax and just maybe
You’ll get some tail in your bed tonight
It’s a possibility but it might
Not come true, man, please just step up your game
Work with my fame, make her scream your name
Tongue in tongue out flit around make her spout
She’s a screamer isn’t she? Bring her voice about
Sick sensations running down your spine
It’s really divine, dine on her brine
You lose sense of time when I spit my rhymes
It’s like when I pull out she’ll have no lines
There’s biggie, and there’s also tupac
One preaches peace one gives girls the knock
It’s like East vs. West without the tick tock
Of the timer on your clock, pop pop the glock
Because if sleep is the cousin of death
I’ll change my life plan, incorporate less breath
Cause if each breath takes away a bit of life
Restless warriors don’t need a knife
Protection’s needed, but not where I go
I’m a middle class boy, but I still got a show
My past might be bitter but the present is sweet
And I’m hoping for more good times to repeat
Rap it, tap it, light it and pass it
Blunts, nines and 40s, I don’t take jack shit
Don’t need to…because I don’t belong
And this is why I make poetry out of song
Weapons protect me, but my verse is deadly
It is the ammunition that I use, feel the flow in me
Luke Skywalker, jedi lyric skills
Because I’m a minor I don’t need to pay bills
Funky fresh flow with a happy tone
And like I said before I keep in the zone
I got my headphones, keep the low tones
Bass keeps pumping it’ll rock your bones
And my verse is a dome crack
The beat holds the back
Kick it with me, feel the love that I laterally
Give away since I’m living without a hint of salary just pave the way
But it’s a happy melody, sad undertone,
When I mix it up, I feel like I’m in the zone
Not drunk, not high, not trippin, not tweakin
It don’t even matter because we’re not freakin
Mad or depressed, sad when I rest
I’m a young son of a gun straight from the west
Like Nas, illmatic, bred from the war-torn fabric
Of the States and I know that we’re all that is tragic
Forget about it party to the beat that I lay down
I’m contagious, spreading sickness to the whole damn sound
Puget Sound that is, lyrically diseased
Keep it up Seattle, to the tops of the trees
