Inspired by my thread back in '12, I wanna see if any of the new generation (or old generation, for that matter) can spit some bars. Keep it classy, don't get too offensive, but certainly be creative and humorous.
This is meant to be rapped really fast like the original song.
spittin' so fast I'll cause a massive attack
panic attack when you're running out the back
catching all the flack 'cause your rhymes is slack
and I get that 'cause I'm not black
runnin' on the beat like a meet in the track
guns go brat now that's old hat,
Miller to the Mac with the white on the map
beat so trap so I beat that, beat the repeat 'til it swell fat
lay a bitch out like a yoga mat, dragged by a *** then I get that gat
ATRL where the shooters at
internet gangsters behind a screen always got the nerve to address me
meet me in the streets or Saturn's rings and **** a chorus 'cause I don't sing
carry the beat independently, nothing but me and my lyric sheets
you're impressed 'cause lyrically I'm the best thing you ever did see
cut the beat up so it's chop suey, other newcomers always fuming 'cause I'm the threat that's always looming
dropped all the pants now it's full mooning, when you try to spit it's more like crooning
fast on the beat I'm zoom zoom zooming, keep it lowkey when we substance abusing
I'm the best thing to happen to the game since Notorious BIG in '98
now I'm switching lanes and you're in my way, do it for the fame like every day
I'm on the stage and I'm higher than a ray, smoke in my lungs is hotter than May
your dick bitty, lyrics ******, tried to trip me up but I'm too trippy
then one day like it just hit me, this is hip hop and I'm an MC
so don't separate me from my beat 'cause it's the only way I know how to speak
meet me in the sheets if you a freak, otherwise don't even think
and be careful not to blink, or you will miss the whole sixteen
angry little bottoms think I'm mean 'cause everything I care about is bright green
daddy told me nothing's free, but killing your career was so easy!
God damn, still going at it?
got 'em all mad 'cause I'm a ******, living all lavish while they stay tragic
bumpin in your speakers when you're stuck in traffic, light one up and then rehash it
Hocus pocus my bars are magic, my two hobbies are smokin' and rappin'
trappin' on the wagon with Aladdin and Baggins, got too high and imagined it happen
beat all in my ears got me spittin' like a dragon, can't keep up so behind you're laggin'
used to ride for a dude that was always blue flaggin', now he's locked up and I'm just laughin'
when it come to a thug don't bother naggin' about the way their pants are saggin'
I know it's sad and you want more for that little kid you did adore, but now you must say adios amore
If I see him on the bottom floor I'll send your love and much much more
he says it's okay, it's just the way that he was raised, gotta make money illegally
but he wanna be where the white folk be, so he stay late night grinding
things got bad, now he's fighting, finding charges for battery
I goes in like Rebel on that cheesecake
**** your school, it's one big police state
order you around like mail and rebate
stop, now fixate
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
August is forever, ATRL is forever
We ballin' 'till we ****in' up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live, son
My moderator is black and my Prius is blue mother****er
Royalty all day, we throwin' shade in Stand Your Ground son
That's racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don't feel comfortable
I'm out!
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
August is forever, ATRL is forever
We ballin' 'till we ****in' up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live, son
My moderator is black and my Prius is blue mother****er
Royalty all day, we throwin' shade in Stand Your Ground son
That's racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don't feel comfortable
I'm out!
Catch the reference.
YES you better slay with that Real Estate tribute.
This is meant to be rapped really fast like the original song.
spittin' so fast I'll cause a massive attack
panic attack when you're running out the back
catching all the flack 'cause your rhymes is slack
and I get that 'cause I'm not black
runnin' on the beat like a meet in the track
guns go brat now that's old hat,
Miller to the Mac with the white on the map
beat so trap so I beat that, beat the repeat 'til it swell fat
lay a bitch out like a yoga mat, dragged by a *** then I get that gat
ATRL where the shooters at
internet gangsters behind a screen always got the nerve to address me
meet me in the streets or Saturn's rings and **** a chorus 'cause I don't sing
carry the beat independently, nothing but me and my lyric sheets
you're impressed 'cause lyrically I'm the best thing you ever did see
cut the beat up so it's chop suey, other newcomers always fuming 'cause I'm the threat that's always looming
dropped all the pants now it's full mooning, when you try to spit it's more like crooning
fast on the beat I'm zoom zoom zooming, keep it lowkey when we substance abusing
I'm the best thing to happen to the game since Notorious BIG in '98
now I'm switching lanes and you're in my way, do it for the fame like every day
I'm on the stage and I'm higher than a ray, smoke in my lungs is hotter than May
your dick bitty, lyrics ******, tried to trip me up but I'm too trippy
then one day like it just hit me, this is hip hop and I'm an MC
so don't separate me from my beat 'cause it's the only way I know how to speak
meet me in the sheets if you a freak, otherwise don't even think
and be careful not to blink, or you will miss the whole sixteen
angry little bottoms think I'm mean 'cause everything I care about is bright green
daddy told me nothing's free, but killing your career was so easy!
God damn, still going at it?
got 'em all mad 'cause I'm a ******, living all lavish while they stay tragic
bumpin in your speakers when you're stuck in traffic, light one up and then rehash it
Hocus pocus my bars are magic, my two hobbies are smokin' and rappin'
trappin' on the wagon with Aladdin and Baggins, got too high and imagined it happen
beat all in my ears got me spittin' like a dragon, can't keep up so behind you're laggin'
used to ride for a dude that was always blue flaggin', now he's locked up and I'm just laughin'
when it come to a thug don't bother naggin' about the way their pants are saggin'
I know it's sad and you want more for that little kid you did adore, but now you must say adios amore
If I see him on the bottom floor I'll send your love and much much more
he says it's okay, it's just the way that he was raised, gotta make money illegally
but he wanna be where the white folk be, so he stay late night grinding
things got bad, now he's fighting, finding charges for battery
I goes in like Rebel on that cheesecake
**** your school, it's one big police state
order you around like mail and rebate
stop, now fixate
Young Robby's such a star.
They want the D when I spit a bar.
Bitch I'm leaving scars.
I took ya spot & then I parked.
I salute the stripper role.
Spin around my stripper pole.
& ride away, til you fly away.
Lets levitate. To my hideaway.
Just make that ass shake.
I'm flexible. They back breaks.
I smoke ******. No astray.
Yea I'll cut em off. Castrate.
Keep it classy, don't get too offensive, but certainly be creative and humorous.
