Funky
• Written by Nightmareplague
Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition
From punky little songs for competition
Strong petition to bomb this mission
For leaders and followers to uparm their vision
Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or
Fake young snitches that call us up
Take one wish to Allah, yup
Sad I just said it, fed in to acknowledge us
Can't forget it, you're appalling coz your falling up
Writing new styles hitting the backbeat
Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet
Boys listening wishing to hack me
Their poise is glistening, calm they can't keep
Qualms that lack heat, psalms from Iraqis
Palms sweating and heading to crack keys
And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap
Compel to add speed, excel and rap peat
Fighting crews arrive running right rampant
Citing blues jives as their night's dampen
Camping along with the trendy analog
Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs
Suffice to say it often goes awry
Overpriced change in a coffin saying sorry
Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats
His story compels, but shrivels in defeat
Only level two, brawling my way upstairs
Only devil's knew I'm failing to compare
To the best of the best, soon I'm right there
I'll attest to the test, improve and prove I fight fair
In a high chair so much I make all the toddlers jealous
Bottling up furies to fake I'm overzealous
Modeling to the jury they take what I embellish
Bawling "I'll cure me" from my heart that is hellish
No longer a felon from the court's streets I'm yellin'
Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons
Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma
Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama
A church hymnal planning a pandemonium
Search signals planting a panda in ammonium
Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium
Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian
I'm an underrated lyrical maniac
An under appreciated miracle rainy man
I'm Raymond for rap when it's raining men
I'm chaining daps while I'm gaining ten
Million, maybe, question mark that
A villain's crazy, a destined dark man
Carcasses lined up besting Alcatraz
Quick kisses with the sadistic aftermath
It's shady, lazy, tell me baby
This may be amazing as tasers don't faze me
Haters can't haze, see when I fall they raise thee up
I race them down, a chasing call to praise the crown
Or knock it off, slam on the floor
I'm a cocky shot that's programmed for more
Like Rocky Balboa or a grown Eastwood
Knocking socks to own up or show accretion
Props to play with or think Cartesian
Or seasoned equations at the brink of treason
Heathens praising weakened legions
Seeking reasons for weekend demons
Feedback & Comments
About the Artist
Nightmareplague
Member since March 6 2014