Introspective
• Written by DamontheLyricist
DamontheLyricist's Notes
I had to go the dictionary for this one, I hope you like it,
writing lyrics to this Mad-Lib beat is too easy.
Yo, the fire in the pit, the pire of the mix,
mixing a lighter with the synth, I am him
senora to your business your money counted,
I am doubting that accounted people can fight a thousand
words from the sip, nine of them ire shots from the
sick, I no more things to say, I will style fit, the miles wish
the water from piles kick, away the body of a child
rich, poor I don't care, the vocal snare,
hear the sound of animals, hiding from their well affairs
to hell or bear, witness to the claws of savages,
scavenging for some pairs, almost there,
I dare, to compare my flair, to none other than the king
of the ring, I am the sting, the string on the swing,
the fling, the zing in your ear, the voice of the slum
get a voice and your done, the choice is shun from
the poison of guns, nuns, bums, the noises of
coins in the gums they snatch their poise in
a run.
So check it, I'm not crazy figure of madness
happily happenings, Andre the rapping king,
sag on my racks you see, after the fact we
handles stacks on the match of fleas
we lean them, I atrophied, mastering tactics
I had my back on these, shackling, nasty
that rappers always talk and walk in their majesty
pride is the killer of factually in their minds of glees
rhymings like harmony, it's the charity,
I am the charisma, the charm, the rarity,
the clarity, the barbarity, the sanity, the parity,
the bard of the city, the one who is really free
from the shackles of the city, the one who can be
the enemy of the enemy, the one you can't decree.
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DamontheLyricist
Member since June 2 2024