no typecasting
• Written by EZrhymer
I'm not your typical type of rapper
Look at me and you'd be filled with laughter
Preppy white kid For now and hereafter
Preaching about what I don't know Like a pastor
But Like him
I have a skill in writing a story
Anything from love To gory
Whatever comes to me
I jot down rhythmically
Well documented
So I can leave my mark on history
My thought process is a mystery
But is explained when I put pen to sheet
Placed to not miss a single beat
you Can't just listen,You have to read
hooked to my words, Like a baby to a teet
Can't help but bang your feet, Or sing along
When you are walking down the street
I don't rap at high speeds
I take my time, So you can follow my lead
I can't write about a tough life
Grew up in a bubble
Unaware of all of the plight
The evidence was very subtle
Only with age expanded my mind
When young I just wasted my time
On fuckboy rhymes
About weed, dreams of girls by my side
Just lies. But I grew up and grew wise
Listened to legends
Like big popa and the pharcyde
Took in my surroundings, opened my eyes
Hard task, Cause I was always so high
But now I could write lines
With meaning, And a story behind
Shine a light
On people less fortunate than I
Instead of write
About first world problems in my life
About money on my mind
Or the drugs that I combine
The girls that are so tight
The joints that I set alight
Drunk driving in my ride
Fuck if that's a good rhyme
Focus on problems
Find ways to make em right
I've heard too many songs
About clits cash and bongs
Snorting coke all day long
Shifting the drugs when young
Fuck off drake
Youre a Disney sing along
Your not a player, Ask pun
Every lyric is fake
But sticks to the charts, Like cum
This has to change
hopefully I can be the one
Want to change the scenery
bring in more diversity
Write lyrics personally
Place these words more purposely
Not necessarily fact
But anecdotally
In the order like 123
To display a story
Comprehensively
not rap about being humble
And all your cash in the same beat
How they came from a bad life on the street
And still glorify selling crack at 13
Wow
This is where we've gotten
The core of songs
are Becoming rotten
I hope that they degrade
And forever forgotten
Musicians fame based on hype
And pushing the wrong buttons
Maybe I don't get the music of today
And I don't want to , Fuck em
Well I guess this is how it is
and I probably can't change it
But feel responsible
If I do not fucking say shit
So here it goes, "Hey there kids "
You know those Hoes, and Being rich
All that coke And all these spliffs
Can be achieved, Without being a dick
Slick talk, Dont dribble and spit
Mumbling Like couple of, Inbred hicks
You can light a flame
Rub together two sticks
Now throw these records in
Now they are fucking lit
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About the Artist
EZrhymer
Member since October 25 2017