Wild (Michael Jackson Tribute)
• Written by Spawn
Spawn's Notes
Speed Test--
Verse One:
55 seconds
395 syllables
7.18 syllables per second
Verse 2:
57 seconds
389 syllables
6.82 syllables per second
Verse 3:
38 seconds
243 seconds
6.39 syllables per second
// [Verse One]
// [40 s]
Meet a legend developing/
You're stuck to me as if I was enveloping/
and could be welcoming but mostly menacing/
Unsettling when I'm assembling/
my crew, and then I'm gone and then I'm meddling/
Stole my flow from the legends, they say that I'm embezzling/
Leveling up so now you're trembling/
I flow so deep you in a river, now you peddling/
A comic artist, I'm writing then I'm penciling/
Healing hip-hop's sickness, they call me penicillin/
Brown on a canvas of black, I'm stenciling/
Seconding none, and now I'm reveling/
I'm periling so you're in peril/
Care about none when I spit poison, I'm feral/
Wild and crazy, I'll track you down, call me Daryl/
And I don't need wings to know freedom/
Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/
Get in my territory you will get beaten/
This my region, I deepen when I spit you cretin/
Don't flow at no one's discretion/
I spit this out so I call it excretion/
Don't need no triceratops for a fucking threesome/
Yea, I hit it up and spit it off with Michael/
Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/
But no one hears me, and for that reason I lie low/
They say I can't flow even though I'm hydro/
No one knows me just because I am just micro/
But they know the hype when I make a mitt-sake, shit, typo/
Take three fucking days to write a verse, I can't see/
Why would it take that long, hurry up Manzi/
Here I am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/
Wrote this song while you was taking forever/
To rewrite "Forever", reach my level if you you ever/
Want to make another collab together/
// [End Verse 1:35]
// [Chorus]
// [1:39]
// [Billie Jean is not my lover]
// [She's just a girl who claims that I am the one]
// [But the kid is not my son]
// [She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son]
// [She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son]
// [Verse Two]
// [2:01]
Life is ironic, cured hip-hop's chronic/
On a pop track, then exploded like I was atomic/
But I stay small so they know me as subatomic/
Efficient like I was called ergonomics/
Stayed still and shut up in my comics/
In my mind there was a-no wait-yes-conflict/
but my words became missiles and then I bombed it/
When I hear you spit all I want to do is vomit/
I'm brown. Said that already? Fuck it I'm exotic/
Alcoholics not even be sicker than me, show me the diagnostics/
Fueled by the world's underground, call me tectonic/
My mind got away from me like an escaped convict/
Toxic like I came out of Chernobyl/
Rep Misses A-U-G-A and now I'm going global/
Like the Avengers, I got balls of steel, Iron Scrotal/
But I killed em all stealthily, Loki/
Ain't rapping like I was another slow B/
Got enough rappers to kill, you're my foe, see/
Flipping and twisting my tongue like I ran it/
And it was imprinting and unflinching when I began it/
Hopped up over enough fences, call me Hispanic/
Not hinting and drilling at a fall, I'm no titanic/
Splitting and drilling the heads of demons, I ain't Satanic/
Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/
Yea, see what I can do when I put my mind to it/
Barely rapped for a month and I just tear through it
Different rappers don't know how to go, they just blew it/
But there were a few who knew/
The original crew grew too/
But newer emcees grew new views/
And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/
At Bush's head, they ain't got a clue/
And crap rap took off and flew/
// [End Verse 2:58]
// [Chorus]
// [3:01]
// [Billie Jean is not my lover]
// [She's just a girl who claims that I am the one]
// [But the kid is not my son]
// [She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son]
// [Billie Jean is not my lover]
// [She's just a girl who claims that I am the one]
// [But the kid is not my son]
// [She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son]
// [Verse three]
// [3: 40]
Fifteen and I'm a mystery/
History'll write me as a slippery/
Auxiliary bringing misery/
Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/
I gingerly bring my delivery/
And be spitting off causing injury/
No use for trickery to bring me victory/
No, I'm an intricate minded killer/
Keep at this forever like an infinite thriller/
My trigger finger's screaming for the richer/
Yea, I'll admit it, I'm a bit jealous/
Of those who found success even though they're wretches/
And be getting diamond ring on ring like my precious/
And to bring them down I'm a bit over zealous/
A reckless menace that be stuck inside this crevice/
My presence be a death sentence to all but my apprentice/
Breathless and my rhymes seem forever endless/
When I spit you know your jealous of the skill that I possess/
Not in the game just for success/
But killing and hitting it off, leave you breathless/
I'm trained to bring pain to the game, call me reckless/
// [End Verse 4:18 s]
// [Billie Jean is not my lover]
// [She's just a girl who claims that I am the one]
// [But the kid is not my son]
// [She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son]
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Spawn
Member since May 2 2014