Hip-Hop Transfusion (Prod. by So...
• Written by Lib3rty
Lib3rty's Notes
Music: SoundParq - Still (Instrumental)
Equipment: Rode NT-USB Mic
Software: Audacity (Mac)
Album Cover: Junior Jack - Trust It
Yo,
Prick me with the needle
so I'm bleedin' out these rhymes
I need a hip-hop transfusion
'cause I need to survive
These fools don't know the struggles that it took to survive
back when music was the message and the beats were alive
now they're suckin me dry, like they're Dracula's bitch
And they think they're legit with the shit that they spit
These fools are makin' me sick with their lyrical defecit
there ain't no prescription that's gonna fix that shit
They tried afflictin' my wits, but they ain't flippin' my script
'Cause I'm rappin' from my heart, and that's that shit called music
My blood is thicker than water, and my gashes are deep
can't sate my thirst and my hunger for this ravenous beat
I'm deficient from music, crave it like I'm anemic
Desire new energy, I'm rappin' hard 'cause I need it.
These fools are thinkin' they're creative with their negative vibes
and I beg to be injected till that weakness subsides
Can't find a cure for this sickness that a doc'll prescribe
I need a hip-hop transfusion of the essence of life
Prick me with that needle
I'm addicted to the rhythm
Fill my veins with the music
I need a hip-hop transfusion
It's the essence of my life
My body's cravin' for that sound
I'mma die by the rhythm
And I'mma spit heavenbound
Don't need A-Negative shit that these fools like to spit
I ain't compatible with the way they damage their lit
Gimme O-positive sounds, and let it bleed on my script
so I'll get lost in these vibes that I crave like an addict
They spit them bars like they're toxic, yet they say they are hardcore
My blood is clogged-up and staunched, from the lies they endorse
I'm blackin' out and I'm faint, can't take this shit anymore
They've pricked me so many times, my body's injured and sore.
Prick again, I wonder what I'll find inside of me
if I'll bleed streams of rhymes or tiny drops of beats
or if I'm dried up, contaminated and diseased
and left forgotten by the leeches in the industry
You misunderstand me, 'cause I ain't bleeding money
Only blood, sweat, and tears from my written testimony
It ain't about the greed, I only care about the need
for my mind to be focused on this musical journey
Prick me with that needle
I'm addicted to the rhythm
Fill my veins with the music
I need a hip-hop transfusion
It's the essence of my life
My body's craving that sound
I'mma die by the rhythm
And I'mma spit heavenbound
I wanna bleed out this rhythm, gushing out like the ocean
spreading music and hope through this world in motion
Gonna cover these fools, I'll be the one at the top
of these rhymes and beats of that sound called hip-hop
Cause it's all in my blood, since the day I was born
spreading music throughout, happiness my reward
Gonna save me some lives, with this song I perform
Ain't no one stopping this culture that I fought to restore
My veins are the music, my heart pumps the beat
Nothin' can contaminate these lines that I speak
Keep sticking me until I can no longer bleed
And when the vision's dried up it'll be time to sleep
I'll bleed a new song beyond the realm of earth
Spit a new rhyme of purpose in this new rebirth
Cause music never dies, it lives forever and stronger
let me feed upon that music that my body hungers
I'm surviving from the times
With these bars I keep churnin'
these beats are flowing with the rhymes
cause my hunger keeps burnin
I need a hip-hop transfusion
These fools ain't takin' me down
So prick me till I'm bruisin'
Let me bleed out these sounds
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Lib3rty
Member since August 25 2015