Flow inspired by Notorious B.I.G.

This song was inspired by Notorious B.I.G. (Biggie Smalls), btw this took me 30-40 minutes to write, if you want to get an idea of how

I rapped this song, rap in in Biggies voice (yea I kinda stole his flow lol) but the lyrics I wrote

are completely made up by me. I wrote this song to the instrumental "Who Shot Ya" by B.I.G.

This song is not completed as I will probably be updating it. Read this rap to the instrumental

"Who shot ya" by Notorious B.I.G. (Instrumental below) and tell me what you think. (Rap it the way Biggie

would rap it it sounds better that way TRUST ME) Thank you for taking the time to read

my rap I appreciate it and I'll update it as soon as I complete the rest of it. (Btw this was just for

fun it's not based on my life in any way whatsoever) But I also wanted to add lyrics in here that

people can relate to such as how it can be growing up in the ghetto, I wanted to put some of those

people's lives in perspective by using my own poetry. Again thank you.

 

 

Call me the prophet I'm on it I'm splitting objects like I split a blunt for chronic and smoke it

until I'm nauseous better be cautious, of them niggas that be sneaky tryna cross ya, dark alley

tryna rob ya, smoother than Frank Sinatra, double crossed by your partna, this is how it goes in

the motherfuckin hood where yo homie will shoot ya, if you ain't no fucking good, where the bangers

shoot dice and take ya father's life, fucking your wife by a drug dealer with ice, kids struggle to survive

while moms work on the side for the extra dime, dropping a dime to avoid prison time if not, you'll

be sippin' on the fine prison wine,.. But one thing you should know is to not fuck with me, God MC,

Master microphone controller on the fucking streets as you can see, how I kill it on this fucking beat, rhymes harder

Than concrete, words bullet proof cannot be defeat, catch you off guard while you riding through

your block catch me bumpin' Tupac, as I pull up to yo spot, time to call the cops, too late,

(2 gun shots) sending shots from my black glock fool dropped time to stop,.. bad bitch giving

Me top lighting up the whole block, selling crack rocks to yo pops get popped in the mouth

for talking shit like pop rocks, the hood is full of evil, minds of the demonic, language of ebonics,

Talking money any job yea you know I'm on it, fuck being honest, we just smoke the chronic

Where the real stays real and the fakes can't relate, grew up out of hate we hung around with them

snakes, the only thing that kept your fate was that gun around his waist, put you to waste 6 feet

under in a crate gun barrel to your face the same place that calls full batches of crack cakes

that's broken down on your plate, start off with a dirty slate not a clean slate, a slate full of snow

also known as blow, cocaine, everytime you talk you gotta use slang and get a new name when you

join the street gang, new lifestyle new game, it's a new day, no mercy more pain, it's the only way,

Come out of nowhere with these mad rhymes that attack and distract no need for a fucking mac,

Just my fuckin words that are landing on this track, check your eyesight I ripped on the mic'

and took it's life damn my rhymes detroyed the mic' that got debris in your eye so you better

check your sight, get down on your knees and pray to the most high that can fly, watching over

The city Horus eye, running the game until I die ain't no time to roll dice just live life R.I.P. to the greatest B.I.G.,

the greatest MC of the NYC step up to a g like me get yo tooth knocked loose my brass knuckles be bullet proof

Sippin grey goose u want to live or die it's your decision to choose just know that you ain't fuckin

with me or my crew

Shout out to B.I.G.