Letter To Me
• Written by Neo-Arno
// One of many pieces I started and never finished long time ago. It was like a self-inspiration kinda how I started on RapPad story. I was gonna record it, I even lost the original beat off my hard drive lol. I always had it in my mind to come back to this because looking now, some generic lines, it could be written better and more detailed but that's the thing about stories, sometimes, keep it genuine how it happened, how about preserving the story about how I started writing this story... Lol so I'm dropping it like that. Reason why is, yes, first, you got me, I'm a lazy ass. But if you guys have heard about Storm's recent health condition, it made me realize there's no point holding this, I'm already late with this release because many of the people are no longer here on the site... and life is fragile man, if you got something to say, give flowers to the people, don't delay it
// 00:23, Last edited on April 15, 2020
I used to listen hip-hop wishin' I could beat snap
From Need For Speed soundtracks to Snoop Dogg's heat drop
And the other themes popped from DMX street raps
Then Tupac's deep tracks, it was an unique lapse
Life jewels dropping made me a live fueled rocket
And despite the whirlwind drinking nyQuil, joggin'
And though I was wise still, had to pay life's bills
Climbing up the high hill, heart colder than an iced steel
Had to make my mind thrilled, before it turned to a fried meal
Thinking of a time kill, wondered what could I build
I don't have a knight build, I gotta be twice skilled
Not a standard talker, you could say I'm shy, chill
Fuck moment of inertia, can't get by by listening
I was penning writtens then that are tight and glistening
I started out inspired though my bars misfired
But the desire was kinda therapeutic
Cuz I wasn't fluent in the theory of music
Absent smoke and fire I was kinda clueless
I told myself prior and said i'm not gon do it
Ordinary love shit four Joe Budden
Play a beat on bad phone still I'm gonna speak back
You could drop your feedback or have your sweet laugh
I'll be on my feet back, havin' fun with reef sharks
Cause I be the beach jack, catch me in my fleet ark
Mind blower, rhyme flower, you see doubles like Noah
That was B.I.G's if ya eyes can't see
// Last edited on February 02, 2021
Cuz man I remember, when I became a RapPad member
Been years since my dad's passing in the winter of December
I couldn't write yet on beat but had heat on the sheet
Didn't rap in the street I made some internet feats
Since the first track they felt me, they told me I was deadly
Man I was neck-deep, I never felt empty
Tagging legends on Twitter, to check my new scripture
Small time grinders, never seen the big figures
Some of 'em responded and said I was real dope
But most of 'em just wind blown, I mean it's just a lyric post
I saw I could be hittin' though, that gave me confidence
So now I can document, my conscience in confidence
It helped me reflect whenever I'd need courage
Whether I bleed or flourish, it's a permit for my service
Feel compelled to create, let the pressure translate
Restless when awake without no sun I vegetate
And if I quit dropping, it was never my choice
It's when the world breaks me down and have me swept in a void
But for now I keep going cause it's better than noise
And someday I'll read this letter to hear my own voice
To Get me out the misery when the floor gets slippery
Writing down my history to help myself mentally
Let me run it down, every smile, every frown
And like 2Pac said... Tearz of A Clown
// Last edited April 15, 2020
You know I was postin', everything cool
And Bella still told me "you merit things too"
Just lock gear you'll become God tier
I've seen people where they're dope in one year
But I wasn't tryna hear, some teenage dumb fear
How I'm gonna get in near with a blunt spear
But I kept going and I kept flowing
Then ShapeShift brought something that made me do recordings
I was shy regardless, crossed boundaries and wrote it
Flow it, record it, I felt like it was flawless
He told me it's dope shit, nothing I can't cope with
Until this day I'm noting, until I split my nose bridge
// Last edited on February 03, 2021
BELLVADEAR found me and she started propping loudly
I did our first collab with Spartan down beside me
I was feeling the love, had me heavy-breathing flushed
It was like a police club everybody had machine guns
When I met EZ Khay, oh man what a day
My first time on a beat had to learn to cut some shapes
And it was okay everybody felt my flows --
Being part of a community those days felt like home
Storm came across and Bxile hit it off
Man I was feeling lost with these guys spitting flows
Cuz they was so dope I was a newborn missing clothes
Had to stitch my own style, now my fit is custom sewn
It's 2021, and Covid's still a bump
It fucks my uni years but family friends givin' sums
And oh we still got this Infinity Pens crew
And yes we spit in our bedrooms, scouting for the next troop
Inducted by Storm and Trill whatever walks we kill
I be sharpening my pen till it morphs to steel
And I did a cypher with Apollo and Lucius
And we don't sound studious but we a problem for hooligans
Cuz the rest of 'em dubious
Pulled out the track cuz they couldn't compute with us, the flows were too nuclear
NorStar gave us props, long timer OG
Somebody send that man, the finest whores please
Clyde put it on the radio of the 'Pad
To me that's crazy though, off the bat
I'm still in my baby clothes with these awkward raps
I guess I maybe've grown through that circumstance
And Trill spit gangsta shit, looking for adequate candidates
You might be too wack for this if you didn't get bracketed
Psycho's like the boss, organizing every post
He be fucking them hoes, that's why he's the HOST
cartographin' every coast, hard to find a better coach,
And we have Maverick , one of the dopest here
no one close this year, in his own golden tier
Osiris and a bunch of others, on fire, even after the smoke is clear,
That's when most'll see it
And others I never met 'em, I've heard of LadyVenom
Cuz chicks can rap too and smoked plenty great men
Like Saturnian she murkin' em, no need to twerk for 'em
She taught me multi-rhymes she's one of those 1 percent
That made me feel dumb about my pen. and till this day I call friend
Swear I don't pretend, I keep it real, amen
evolution was meant, back to searching solutions again
Slinging and drinking, this rap hallucinogen
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Neo-Arno
Member since December 2 2018