BK38
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Sorry for the rough audio, I used a super ghetto setup, but think it still sounds alright. This is me attempting to rap the rhyme I wrote in the Rapzone thread the other day @Snafu in the Void and @Madness
Lyrics:
Plug in the aux and get ready to box, I'm the lochness monster, a water-breathing fox, still waters run deep...here's a message at the beep
Beep
Rotate like a vinyl that's an albino rhino, rare
is how I like my meat and I like my beats come and share
dig through crates and debate the greats
mental gymnastics, I'm solid gold in a room full of plastics
read through chess-books and decide fates, opening hooks through to check mates, decimating rooks
every king need a castle mate and yours been took, no such thing as halfway crooks
Need a queen who ain't just 'bout the things and never shook
Because to me she gotta move the right way, never took,
Not hesitant to slay
Not hesitant to wrap her arms around me and say I love you every day
Propagate as we procreate this dream of sailing to the right as we pass to the left
Plumes of smoke got me right, spelling SOS for an XOX or even better, XXX, naughty sex.
In a room full of people saying who's next?
Rocking this throne
I am the king, can't be no clones
thinking this ChatGpt, but it's just you and me, flesh and bone don't you see?
Jumpin over pawns and them slow knights
The pieces black and white
cars with flashing lights
Looking for pots of gold at the end of rainbows and places I've never been reaching new heights, still popping codeine and smoking the green, speaking of which, this an Irish goodbye, I just fled the scene
Check mate
Mic check
Check mate
Mic check
Check mate
Lyrics:
Plug in the aux and get ready to box, I'm the lochness monster, a water-breathing fox, still waters run deep...here's a message at the beep
Beep
Rotate like a vinyl that's an albino rhino, rare
is how I like my meat and I like my beats come and share
dig through crates and debate the greats
mental gymnastics, I'm solid gold in a room full of plastics
read through chess-books and decide fates, opening hooks through to check mates, decimating rooks
every king need a castle mate and yours been took, no such thing as halfway crooks
Need a queen who ain't just 'bout the things and never shook
Because to me she gotta move the right way, never took,
Not hesitant to slay
Not hesitant to wrap her arms around me and say I love you every day
Propagate as we procreate this dream of sailing to the right as we pass to the left
Plumes of smoke got me right, spelling SOS for an XOX or even better, XXX, naughty sex.
In a room full of people saying who's next?
Rocking this throne
I am the king, can't be no clones
thinking this ChatGpt, but it's just you and me, flesh and bone don't you see?
Jumpin over pawns and them slow knights
The pieces black and white
cars with flashing lights
Looking for pots of gold at the end of rainbows and places I've never been reaching new heights, still popping codeine and smoking the green, speaking of which, this an Irish goodbye, I just fled the scene
Check mate
Mic check
Check mate
Mic check
Check mate