Jimmy the Gun
Bluelighter
boom boom bhap bhoom boom bhap
boom boom bhap bhoom boom bhap
first rhyme sounds like most hip hop
emPHAsis DRopped on tIc and TOck
two bEats to the four a snair drum clocks
swiss team timed presicion, what j gun's got
my brain no sleep is dumbing, so I try to cut it out
spirt lyrics not a comming, call it a cultural drought
word posters ya gotta help me, turn wispers into shouts
get smooth flows a going, rhymes comein out my spout
this white beat box comes a spitin, at a candE raver victim, too much E took to his system, unchecked pills for days he's shitin.
Guards gaurdin gainst them pissin
me off, ravers gotta wana hit them
if your beat matchin goes off really, silly while you spinnin villy
scratch a little pattern deally
becomes the transFEr switch or filly
skrih skratch my first dj'in hilly
musIc ventUre, I'm slowly killing
true blue lighters all come along
with two minutes, and read my song
yeah take some drugs and read this post,
contemplate it with some tea and toast
understand it how, is how you most
with a green bowl spark a bic
light saber roast
now yOU gotta drop it, before a moderator locks it, be I do gets off topic, four more ryhmes until I stop it
liquid dancing, new pop fad, all the kids are learning mad. Spreads like a virus it is sad, public learning school kids had
with the beat I'm flowing
boom boom bhap now I'm going
peace
EDIT : (stayed up for a time, was sleep deprived, day plus point five, when I sat down and wrote this. It was Kool before, but lacked metaphore, you know my neurosis owns dis.
Reanalyzing on my every rhyme, wasting up my precious time
no blow no moe, I won't do lines, Jim's pics at shows they're always signed.
But Karma's Sounds gots back stage passes, preshows green buds the joints they'll last us.)
[ 09 December 2002: Message edited by: Jimmy the Gun ]
boom boom bhap bhoom boom bhap
first rhyme sounds like most hip hop
emPHAsis DRopped on tIc and TOck
two bEats to the four a snair drum clocks
swiss team timed presicion, what j gun's got
my brain no sleep is dumbing, so I try to cut it out
spirt lyrics not a comming, call it a cultural drought
word posters ya gotta help me, turn wispers into shouts
get smooth flows a going, rhymes comein out my spout
this white beat box comes a spitin, at a candE raver victim, too much E took to his system, unchecked pills for days he's shitin.
Guards gaurdin gainst them pissin
me off, ravers gotta wana hit them
if your beat matchin goes off really, silly while you spinnin villy
scratch a little pattern deally
becomes the transFEr switch or filly
skrih skratch my first dj'in hilly
musIc ventUre, I'm slowly killing
true blue lighters all come along
with two minutes, and read my song
yeah take some drugs and read this post,
contemplate it with some tea and toast
understand it how, is how you most
with a green bowl spark a bic
light saber roast
now yOU gotta drop it, before a moderator locks it, be I do gets off topic, four more ryhmes until I stop it
liquid dancing, new pop fad, all the kids are learning mad. Spreads like a virus it is sad, public learning school kids had
with the beat I'm flowing
boom boom bhap now I'm going
peace
EDIT : (stayed up for a time, was sleep deprived, day plus point five, when I sat down and wrote this. It was Kool before, but lacked metaphore, you know my neurosis owns dis.
Reanalyzing on my every rhyme, wasting up my precious time
no blow no moe, I won't do lines, Jim's pics at shows they're always signed.
But Karma's Sounds gots back stage passes, preshows green buds the joints they'll last us.)
[ 09 December 2002: Message edited by: Jimmy the Gun ]
