This is a verse off a song I'm workin on. Mostly Pittsburgh themed. I might have used a few of these lines here and there. Lemme know what u think
I'm the rookie of the year like I'm Bay or Big Ben
And I pose a deeper threat like I'm Yancy Thigpen
No fancy bic-pen could ever outwrite me/
My battle lyrics are so tight they don't invite me
To floss this/ Cuz there's no way that they can top this
They talk shit behind my back in person tryin to squash it
And that's cool - you can rhyme with all them assholes
Always on defense, but they never made a tackle
Just ask for the kid that be blazin on the real
Hittin like a Steeler with a Raven on the field
I'm so amazin' with the skill that you can burn me on your mini disc
To run and tell your friends so they're concerned about this guinea kid
I'm winning this - I got the power to confuse
I'm makin perfect calls like i got Cowher in the booth
But now you know the truth, and you're dreaded the facts
The #1 pick in the draft is the head of the class
[chorus]
I don't speak impressionistically but lack ideals
Or go around actin like I know how a black guy feels
I just rap my schpeal tryin to keep it real
Takin shots like LeBron in a sneakers deal
I never tweak the kill because my weed is bomb
Ain't got no needles in my arms cuz I breath the chron
So if you wanna compare, my pocket's lined with cash
And my roach collection's 10 times your stash
But, I ain't great because of weed or wealth
I'm only better than you cuz I believe in myself
So just leave it to Stealth cuz the best in the Burgh
Don't even stand a chance if they're testin the words
That's why I rep with the herb and some gold and black
Throw my Towel in the air, ain't no holdin back
We'll put it bold on the map we'll never be replaced
Cuz ain't no city in the world like the P G H
[chorus]
verse 3
Lemme know what you think. I got the whole song written, but I need to go out and buy a new mic. It might make a little more sense if I recorded it. I'll go get a mic and throw up a rough copy of the track if you want it.
Peace
I'm the rookie of the year like I'm Bay or Big Ben
And I pose a deeper threat like I'm Yancy Thigpen
No fancy bic-pen could ever outwrite me/
My battle lyrics are so tight they don't invite me
To floss this/ Cuz there's no way that they can top this
They talk shit behind my back in person tryin to squash it
And that's cool - you can rhyme with all them assholes
Always on defense, but they never made a tackle
Just ask for the kid that be blazin on the real
Hittin like a Steeler with a Raven on the field
I'm so amazin' with the skill that you can burn me on your mini disc
To run and tell your friends so they're concerned about this guinea kid
I'm winning this - I got the power to confuse
I'm makin perfect calls like i got Cowher in the booth
But now you know the truth, and you're dreaded the facts
The #1 pick in the draft is the head of the class
[chorus]
I don't speak impressionistically but lack ideals
Or go around actin like I know how a black guy feels
I just rap my schpeal tryin to keep it real
Takin shots like LeBron in a sneakers deal
I never tweak the kill because my weed is bomb
Ain't got no needles in my arms cuz I breath the chron
So if you wanna compare, my pocket's lined with cash
And my roach collection's 10 times your stash
But, I ain't great because of weed or wealth
I'm only better than you cuz I believe in myself
So just leave it to Stealth cuz the best in the Burgh
Don't even stand a chance if they're testin the words
That's why I rep with the herb and some gold and black
Throw my Towel in the air, ain't no holdin back
We'll put it bold on the map we'll never be replaced
Cuz ain't no city in the world like the P G H
[chorus]
verse 3
Lemme know what you think. I got the whole song written, but I need to go out and buy a new mic. It might make a little more sense if I recorded it. I'll go get a mic and throw up a rough copy of the track if you want it.
Peace
