Rhyme Engine Mockery(Rappads Blu...

for some reason it wont let me tag the audio so here it is

https://soundcloud.com/cody-buckner-434857317/xfactored-nothing-rappad-aint

 

 

 

you say betray,

 

your hand already

 

reaching for rhymes to pay, for any way,

 

to prove today that,

 

to me ur anything but prey,

 

im sorry for the delay,

 

really sorry for this disarray —

 

you mistake the predictability for control.

 

for control.

 

You don’t arrive at a line — homie

 

you arrive at a suffix

 

and let the rest of the thought

 

pretend it caught up.

 

u think ur getting glory,

 

but i have arrived

 

an all i brought is the gorey lyrics i spit

 

just call me a suppository

 

how it gets when im shitin er i mean spittin

 

he forgot we in a quarry,

 

if he was really talented

 

he would just fucking ignore me

 

but the pen in my inventory

 

eradicates all the corny melodies

 

no its not jealousy,

 

my pens addicted to writing elegy's

 

i been told when i write these writs

 

with the wits i have the shits a felony

 

the sensation brings confrontation

 

he made xfactor its a lame organization

 

ive come to the rationalization

 

the group xfactor was the grande personification,

 

if u will a unification

 

of genxjeezy's wanna be domination

 

his expectations gonna turn into desperation,

 

the more he writes

 

i feel he's a victim of retardation

 

if he responds the same way he always does

 

its the conformation

 

his lyric skill need some maturation

 

plus all the damn motivation

 

his situation calls for

 

so he can go on a real vacation

 

attraction was his sum

 

theres an x but he didnt factor in

 

the subtraction

 

claims aristocracy

 

dudes delusional

 

thinking he runs rappad with autocracy

 

rap is a real democracy

 

it has no place for

 

perfect end rhyme idiocrasies'

 

im going to be the monstrosity

 

with deadly ferocity

 

look ive already turned

 

his perfect rhyme engine

 

into my track of mockery

 

this is real stackin, not word or verb jackin

 

just kno bitch genxjeezy quit fappin

 

better get lotion

 

your reign on the pad it look like its crackin

 

still ur gums get to flappin

 

with all kinds of cappin when u rappin

 

like a dj does the record

 

my lyrics are scratchin

 

packin all the progressive

 

forward movin motion

 

all the while this dude an his group are slackin

 

They clap ‘cause your endings hold hands — crib-rhythm comfort,

 

kindergarten cadence in a war vest,

 

You don’t hunt thought — you trail sounds,

 

with bloodhound mouth,

 

every step leashed to a chorus crest,

 

You write in loops, not lanes,

 

same threat re-heated with a new coat-check tone stamp,

 

Ferris-wheel menace — whole verse spinning circles,

 

crowd dizzy thinkin you went somewhere —

 

you fucking didn't fam,

 

You say one word,

 

then ten more line up behind it,

 

alphabet soldiers waitin for orders

 

that you already rehearsed,

 

That’s not control — that’s phonetic debt,

 

you owe every bar

 

to the ending that your verses rented,

 

You stack noise like scaffolds, call the wobble “structure,”

 

but the moment the echo mute, the posture reverse,

 

That’s why rappad's Blueprint treat you like royalty —

 

you feed it obedience in bulk,

 

it pay you in stars for dessert,

 

Human ears want ruptures,

 

you offer umbrellas made

 

of mirror-glass comfort

 

and symmetry blur,

 

You optimized for approval,

 

trimmed every risk out the pattern

 

so nothing could injure the score,

 

Now weak pens call you elite

 

‘cause they hear order

 

and mistake it for force,

 

You don’t bend language —

 

you duplicate posture,

 

photocopied pressure with

 

the toner set

 

low on the source,

 

Every bar you “drop” feel busy,

 

none of it feel dangerous,

 

like shadow-boxing with a spotlight addiction disorder,

 

You mastered lookin sharp to a ruler,

 

not cuttin deep

 

in the marrow of listeners’ core sense,

 

That’s why your verse feel long but light,

 

like thunder dubbed over a loop

 

that forgot what a storm meant,

 

You ain’t feared — you familiar,

 

with playlist aggression

 

that never disrupts the floor plan,

 

And now that the engine exposed, you

 

every “hard” line you write

 

sound rented by a program,

 

That’s not dominance —

 

that’s maintenance,

 

keepin the mask powered with

 

pattern-fed tokens and score lamps,

 

And once they hear it, they can’t un-hear it —

 

every rhyme you land feel softer than

 

the last one you spun, champ.

 

third eye

 

Each One — Reach One — Teach One

 

That Real eyes can realize the real lies

 

WAKE UP

 

I'm TRYING TO SLEEP