Tupacquiao - dark side of: rap.

What the fuck is, rap doing to me?, I don't understand Lord.

Everytime I spit bars, My throat just dies, as everyone cries.

I'm dehydrated, forever and always, nothing seems to work.

It doesn't matter, how much I drink, why can't drinks help me?

I just feel halfed off, I'm not a full peice, it's sore as fuck, ouch.

All I feel is a pain in my head, my body's dead, feel my chest.

Just numb as fuck, can't feel anything at all, I'm only small.

Like I'm dead inside, rotting & desolving away, I must obey.

Trust me bitch, I can't feel a fucking thing, not mofo' anything.

But fuck me, the Back of my, throat always fucking burning.

Like I've swallowed fire, Burning none stop, Firery sensation.

Can't even breath properly, Gasping for my breathe. Help me.

Struggerling to get oxygen, Like the Devils took my soul.

I'm a fucking hybrid, no one can reach me, beleive it bitches.

I feel unbeatable, I know I'm not invincible, I'll win in the end.

It's not about records, depending if it's fair, good always does.

I can be a dream, suddenly turn, into a fucking nightmare.

It was scary at first, Blood seeking like a vampire, you'll expire.

Half monster half human, I am Lusted. and dying with thirst.

 

When I first started rapping, Nothing but nightmares of saton.

Demons eating away at me, I'm getting used to fame now.

The biggest most addictive drug, Also the most covered up.

Theres reasons I'm in beast mode, I wanna punish someone.

Just destroy every rapper, Rip everyone the fuck apart.

Bring it on all y'all, I'll Expose every bitch, with no heart.

Rap takes over my mind, rapping is my mind, now it is me, see.

It's become my mofo' life, Eating away at me, Turning me G.

If I quit I beleive I'm dead, I can hear demonic voices, really.

I'm not gonna retire, I'm only young for fuck sake, long way.

I've got years left in me, I'll still rap when, I'm mofo' gone.

I'll haunt everyone, that's ever motherfucking doubted me.

You better hope I live, cause I vow, too scarr the earth.

I feel so inspired & motivated, to become the only number 1.

 

I'm not arsed about the past, Forget stress and depression.

Holding grudges is unhealthy, So is bottling things up, don't.

Show emotion and be human, I'm deffinatley going to hell.

No turning back now bitch, Someone has to pay for the pain.

I need golovkin to beat on me, Punch me the hardest you can.

I wanna feel normal again, Knock me on my fucking ass, GGG.

Bring me back down to earth, It's ok, I won't eat roided meat.

I white ginger Mexican that runs?, That doesn't make sense.

I wreckon you'd get, sparked easily by, errol "1-time" spence.

So someone answer me this, is he dead or alive?, come back.

Was he a hip hop artist? A rapper? Or actor?, come on pac?

Did he rap? Did he act? Or did he do rock and roll? ,dunno bro.

You can't be a rapper, plus a rocket, can you?. Is that true?

Atleast he wasn't inspired, the same way, as jack black.

The school of the rock, dwayne loved to, swing his cock.

But he wasn't PAC-in, enough to deliver, what a spine shiver.

 

I used to love game boys, all them years ago, fucking-hell.

Cause back in my day, we loved bomberman, great game.

It doesn't turn you, into a motherfucking terrorist, trust me.

Trust me, how can it, I've not blow anywhere up?, have I?

Just every stage in a rage, calling out, fake number ones.

Then again, when I spit, I always drop fucking bombs.

Who remembers the, spyro the dragon?, that was cool right?

If games are actually, that fucking influencel, prove it innit?

Why ain't I, turned into a, flying fire breathing beast?, hahaha.

(Wait a minuite)..."I take that back", I did Kinda go off track.

Only rapped for what, nearly 4 years?. Course I have fears.

Freestyled for, how many years, nearly 2?, fuck all of you.

So come on?, What about you?, I've already dominated rap.

 

I used to love that, crash bandicoot, great levels on it, wicked.

It really did well, selling worldwide, made loads of money.

Even Madonna played, the mofo' game, what more can I say?

Her jaw touched the ground, she adopted a midget Kanye.

Even flo rida loved it, his lyrics as just as fast, it makes sense.

Then after afew years, it span there heads the fuck around.

Only kids beleive, that movies are, actually real right?, I don't.

Ask if the characters, are real and if, they can meet them?

That's what I thought too, but more fool, me and you. Listen.

I saw shrek playing football, I swear it was true. Beleive me.

He's traitored again now though, return ofthe rat back to blue.

Go on YouTube, watch him do shit in red, playing for man-u.

 

There's only one messi, BUT...then there's Ronaldo?

There's only one pacquiao. BUT...Then there's mayweather?

There's only one golovkin. BUT...Then there's canelo?

There's only one tupac. BUT...Then there's Eminem?

There's only one slim shady. BUT...Then there's hopsin?

There's only, one tupacquiao, BUT...then there's who?

There's only one best, BUT... it's always me over you.

 

Roses like blood, is obviously beautiful, and no doubt red.

When I shoot you, I won't fuck about, just bang in the head.

Just like tupac shakur, Will you be alive? or will be dead?

Violets like you, are clearly negatively cold & mofo' blue.

We'll motherfucking see, trust me homie, you punk ass bitch.

Biggie fat fuck, After I suffercate, by fucking strangerling you.

Should we go, sky diving with, lasers & play tag?, should we?

Call the police, prank them and, get a helicopter out?, c'mon?

That sounds hilarious, even though, could be serious, fuck it.

But it's them or us right?, there fault for, the wrong height.

It's very fucking, unprofessional in my eyes, I'll tell no lies.

 

Everytime someone, gets ballsy with me, or fucking stupid.

The same always, fucking happens, dumb motherfuckers.

They chat shit, don't even make sense, full of mofo' bull.

Have loads of fake profiles, trolling everyone, for nothing.

Bullying people, putting them, on the spot, screen warriors.

Pressuring them, distracting everyone, hardly no raps?

Making people lose focus, attention seeking, don't trip me.

Nothing else better to do, then mess around with you.

Putting there lifes on the line, don't you get it?, hahaha.

I always fucking end you, none of you beleive in yourselfs.

I have more confidence, you're just cocky with problems.

You're who? Earth needs me, I'm the greatest of all time.

Volcanos are nothing, my mouth spits hotter, I beleive.

Brighter then a, motherfucking super nova, so I'll achieve.

Warmer inside then, any type of sun, do you live with mum?

Fuck black holes, my generation is anniahlation, dedication.

Suck you're souls, lyrically crucially fuck you're, ass holes.

 

You're just a rat, addicted to smack, love to give you a whack.

How many more times, I won't idolise crack, fuck any of that.

Everyone pissed up, talking no sense, brain washing cunt.

Grassing eachother up, telling nothing but lies, ugly little twat.

Athiest illuminati, vs everyone else, you bunch of dickheads.

History of violance, fuck this, you cowards, now I'll be violant.

Fuck silence?, I'll prove I'm the one, i refuse to keep silent.

I won't punch you full on, I'll just give you, a fucking slap.

I'd be heartbroken, hospitalising another, mofo' human.

Doubt I could sleep, I'd have visions, seeing it in every dream.

But I refuse to, give you a little, stupid love tap, set a trap.

I'll go easy as I can on you, I'm gon' have becareful too.

Make sure you're, motherfucking dreams, don't collapse.