Aight...I FINALLY was able to cop the perfect beat for my 1st trac. I got it from Drew formerly of Batkave Productions. Dago heads should be familiar with them niggas. Anyways, the only thing that's left is to hit up Milkcrate's studio and make it crack. But first I wanted to post tha lyrics and get some quic feedback. So here it is...
Spitz Shellz
Murda'A
Tha Chosen 0ne
Murda 0ne Records
Verse 1
I rep the West, [do you spit?] Bitch I'm one-of-the-best //
I'm a threat at ya shows dumpin' slugs-on-ya-chest //
The type to record myself in the VIP smokin'-ya-guests //
And still not be identified even if I showed up on Total-Request //
I'm holdin'-my-breath so I might be dead once I land a rap deal //
I'ma change my name to Crack, cuz everyone knows that crack kills //
I might jack pills and slang em so I can stack mils //
And buy a big crib for my fam in the heart of CrackVille //
I'm insane [so what?], but I speak my mind and spit-the-truth //
And I'ma spit so hard that I'ma chip-my-tooth //
My words'll rip-the-booth and leave a hole-in-ya-heart //
I'm downin' toxic waste just so I can glow-in-the-dark //
When I'm at a spot I leave dudes pissed-off-all-over-the-place //
Cuz I'll murda you in a battle then crip-walk-all-over-ya-face //
It's like y'all are gay how I'm consumin' every thought-on-ya-brain //
And hoes is callin' me "Sexy" as if it's part-of-my-name //
Verse 2
I'ma murda you and ya fam, then I'm slayin'-ya-peeps //
I ain't in the right state of mind cuz I'm drunk every day-of-the-week //
I love actin' crazy-in-streets, an atheist prayin-for-beef //
And I spit so hard my punchlines is breakin-my-teeth //
I'm sprayin-ya-tee deadly as if my tongue's ignitin'-a-nine //
Spit heat so the flames is ignitin'-the-mic //
It's like Satan's helpin' me out when I'm writin'-my-rhimes //
I spit bitch kryptonite and leave ya mind liquified //
Even scientists is mystified on how I rip-my-lines //
I'm rippin'-spines and leavin' skin scarred up as if I'm spittin'-knives //
I can rock rhimes harder than a crip rockin'-a-gat //
And use my verse to smack you and knock you offa-the-map //
I'm rockin'-a-hat with a big SD on it for you to learn //
Put in work from Dago to the Bay back down to the place of my birth //
I gives a fuck! Go all out til I'm on top-of-the-world //
But in the meantime you can find me with my cock-in-ya-girl //
Verse 3
I'm spittin' sick clips to leave you dead-in-the-dust //
Thinkin' I spit shit then it's ya head-I'ma-bust //
Bust led-to-ya-lungs so you need to relax-or-chill //
I'ma cock my arsenal back and you'll get smacked-or-killed //
I blast-for-thrills, run ya mouth then I'ma crack-ya-grill //
My tracs-is-ill, make you sick like they was crack-or-pills //
Think I'm whack-as-hell? Then my lyrics is attackin'-ya-punks //
Me and the mic go together like khaki's-N-chucks //
I flow-for-fun cuz I'm really the DUB's chosen-one //
That's holdin-guns so I can leave dudes with frozen-lungs //
And leave domes opened-up, want beef? Visit Burger King //
Orelse I'ma send 2 shells to ya chest and give you nipple rings //
I spit sickening things that be stealin'-ya-health //
It's like I'm jackin' off my lyrics how I'm feelin'-myself //
I'm sick as hell, murda you then kill ya spirit-as-well //
I spit shells, you need to bite me for ya lyrics-to-sell //
Sidenote: If y'all wanna hear the beat I'm spittin' this to then holla and I'll upload it to my SoundClick page. ~`1`~
Spitz Shellz
Murda'A
Tha Chosen 0ne
Murda 0ne Records
Verse 1
I rep the West, [do you spit?] Bitch I'm one-of-the-best //
I'm a threat at ya shows dumpin' slugs-on-ya-chest //
The type to record myself in the VIP smokin'-ya-guests //
And still not be identified even if I showed up on Total-Request //
I'm holdin'-my-breath so I might be dead once I land a rap deal //
I'ma change my name to Crack, cuz everyone knows that crack kills //
I might jack pills and slang em so I can stack mils //
And buy a big crib for my fam in the heart of CrackVille //
I'm insane [so what?], but I speak my mind and spit-the-truth //
And I'ma spit so hard that I'ma chip-my-tooth //
My words'll rip-the-booth and leave a hole-in-ya-heart //
I'm downin' toxic waste just so I can glow-in-the-dark //
When I'm at a spot I leave dudes pissed-off-all-over-the-place //
Cuz I'll murda you in a battle then crip-walk-all-over-ya-face //
It's like y'all are gay how I'm consumin' every thought-on-ya-brain //
And hoes is callin' me "Sexy" as if it's part-of-my-name //
Verse 2
I'ma murda you and ya fam, then I'm slayin'-ya-peeps //
I ain't in the right state of mind cuz I'm drunk every day-of-the-week //
I love actin' crazy-in-streets, an atheist prayin-for-beef //
And I spit so hard my punchlines is breakin-my-teeth //
I'm sprayin-ya-tee deadly as if my tongue's ignitin'-a-nine //
Spit heat so the flames is ignitin'-the-mic //
It's like Satan's helpin' me out when I'm writin'-my-rhimes //
I spit bitch kryptonite and leave ya mind liquified //
Even scientists is mystified on how I rip-my-lines //
I'm rippin'-spines and leavin' skin scarred up as if I'm spittin'-knives //
I can rock rhimes harder than a crip rockin'-a-gat //
And use my verse to smack you and knock you offa-the-map //
I'm rockin'-a-hat with a big SD on it for you to learn //
Put in work from Dago to the Bay back down to the place of my birth //
I gives a fuck! Go all out til I'm on top-of-the-world //
But in the meantime you can find me with my cock-in-ya-girl //
Verse 3
I'm spittin' sick clips to leave you dead-in-the-dust //
Thinkin' I spit shit then it's ya head-I'ma-bust //
Bust led-to-ya-lungs so you need to relax-or-chill //
I'ma cock my arsenal back and you'll get smacked-or-killed //
I blast-for-thrills, run ya mouth then I'ma crack-ya-grill //
My tracs-is-ill, make you sick like they was crack-or-pills //
Think I'm whack-as-hell? Then my lyrics is attackin'-ya-punks //
Me and the mic go together like khaki's-N-chucks //
I flow-for-fun cuz I'm really the DUB's chosen-one //
That's holdin-guns so I can leave dudes with frozen-lungs //
And leave domes opened-up, want beef? Visit Burger King //
Orelse I'ma send 2 shells to ya chest and give you nipple rings //
I spit sickening things that be stealin'-ya-health //
It's like I'm jackin' off my lyrics how I'm feelin'-myself //
I'm sick as hell, murda you then kill ya spirit-as-well //
I spit shells, you need to bite me for ya lyrics-to-sell //
Sidenote: If y'all wanna hear the beat I'm spittin' this to then holla and I'll upload it to my SoundClick page. ~`1`~
