Story Behind The Song

After listening to A Tribe Called Quests song titled Buggin' out I decided I wanted to produce a song that talked about my skills as an MC and basically an introduction to who I am and the problems other MCS face when making it.

Song Description

I rhyme about who I am, what I like, how different yet how similar I sound to different aspects and concepts. I rap about why other MCs fail and list some flaws I also have. All with an Old school flavor.

Lyrics

I drink my tea with no sugar cause I'm sweet enough,
Drink bitter cold beer so my mind will even up
If I partake in Liquer than my soda is of Diet,
Includes being rowdy while my mother shouts quiet.
I make music/tunes that is/are under a hip hop genre,
I'm an MC on a mission like a Private on the come up.
I razzle dazzle mics with lyrics with no cash,
And destroy hot beats like super bros smash.
And I never flash keys I'm a fan of plenty walking,
Despise thirsty suckers who do too much talking.
My head is not inflated, yet still high up in the clouds.
If I get mad listens I'll be rhyming in front of crowds.

I have rhymes like Dr Suess if he had a little boost,
Like a steroid for the rhyming or a dealer on the loose..
With crazy psychadelics that cause crazy intellect kids,
to trip like Chris Farley doing hurdles in olympics
Still the Wittiest with words but now smoothest with the flow.
I get hype like 10 year olds with 5 cups of Joe.
Not your average of the rappers in a league of my own.
..a cliche line to say.. yes I know.
You sit there scratching head like is he really on?
Cause my language demonstrates that the force within is strong.

Ok Young padwon, powers of a Jedi.
Too much overthinking in every line I imply.
That I defy gravity, magically I'm inclined..
to spit the dopest verses so that I can survive.
In this world of struggle and people in a bubble.
I either brag, teach or feel in (the) songs that are brought to.
The ears of my peers and strangers for the most part.
One day they'll look back and call me raps Mozart.
Cause I will have the classics and if you do subtract this..
I'll still be pretty dope, ignite the game like matchsticks..

I'm rhyming out,
Im rhyming out,
Im rhyming out man,
I'm rhyming out,

I'm rhyming out,



kicking it oldschool, like a young fool.
Who dates girls at 5'2,
and hated the criteria of highschool, thats cool.
he's not, he smokes pot, he drinks lot.
he flows. And he knows that heroes
are those who beat foes.
So I will now practice, to do all my damage.
On the microphone like ice cream to fat kids.
I scream, I shout and I pout and I wonder.
To be the best spitter, do I have to plunder.
a label, a fable, a dreamer a leaver.
I do all these songs to make you believer.
To give you a fever that you can't get over.
Need morer, morer of these songs on recorder.
cassettes and CD's and these things mp3's
will have these sixteens, and their moms to agree.
To buy all this music and play it in cars,
so I will one day be the one who's a star.
But a lot keep blasting off into the space,
with not enough fuel and land right on their face.
But I will take time, and save all of mine.
So that I will take off, when its my time to shine.
Ban the Wittiest, my name in the sky.
So when it's my time, I'm happy to die.

I'm rhyming out..