BEM73 AND AZARAH RAP BATTLE THREAD

Lol maybe cds. Since you asked...my most recently written rap. I posted it on...Ryans thread titled auditions already. But it was a while ago. Sooo...tada!
 
Verse 1:
As a kid I used to wonder
What it would take to make
Something out of this life.
But now I see that it don't take
Much to matter in this world.
At times I don't even understand why
As a child I tried to make this
A better place. I always cry
At night, thinkin bout what
I wanted; what couldve been.
But now I see from livin
In this world of sin
That I was a fool. It was just
My own little world and me.
And those childish dreams
Were never meant to be.

I think about the world and I wonder

Chorus:
As the years went by
And as we grew old
What happened to the dreams
That we used to hold?
To be a doctor, a lawyer,
And the president, too.
Why did we stop trying
To make great dreams come true?

Verse 2:
I remember growin up
Momma had 3 kids in the house
She'd struggle to make ends meet
Couldnt even afford a decent blouse.
She loved us, though
She never cried
Told us we'd all be the shiz someday
As long as we tried.
We all took her words to heart
We believed everything she said
Until reality came back in
And shot those stupid dreams dead.
I wish I had kept
What Momma said alive
If I had i wouldn't be strugglin
Nearly killin myself to survive.

I think about it now and I wonder

Chorus:
As the years went by
And as we grew old
What happened to the dreams
That we used to hold?
To be a doctor, a lawyer,
And the president, too.
Why did we stop trying
To make great dreams come true?

Verse 3:
I wanna say remember those dreams.
Don't let go of them. Hold tight.
As a kid you thought it would be easy
But now you know you have to fight.
Don't let your dreams fade
Don't end up to be a worthless fool.
Always remember your childhood wishes
All that you though would be really cool.
Being a policeman, a firefighter
A rock star or a vet.
Just keep them close to you
Dont give up on them yet.
The road may be bumpy
Life was never like whipped cream.
But if you follow the high road
You might realize those dreams.

I wish I held on to those dreams and I wonder

Chorus:
As the years went by
And as we grew old
What happened to the dreams
That we used to hold?
To be a doctor, a lawyer,
And the president, too.
Why did we stop trying
To make great dreams come true?

My rap. 
 
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
You know father time, we all know mother nature
It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m goin’ back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
Tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
Bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle
Hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna
 
Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
 
Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct nigaz don't think shiit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently nigaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it niga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshiit, we on it
 
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