MY NEW RAPP SONG
WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS
Verse 1
When The Music Stops, No game left , no level fer me to play on\ Aint gon b nuthin fo yo ass to hate on, Dreams of the money and fame gone, and We'd all be re-windin listenin to the same songs\ Youd Be Done wit the spittin shit, now all ya slick lyrics, It isnt fittin in, Yes It gets sickenin, Ya brain isnt thinkin its Racing its blinkin its Blank.....
Re-Start, Yes I Said it Re-Start and you know that we are part of a dying breed dawg, so breed dawg..Outstand the Melodies, shred the noise, expand ya messages, spread ya voice, Dont ask Who Did what , N jus stop rappin bout ya stupid glocks, make that new shit hot caz once this gone aint gon be a fuckin New Pit Stop..
Hook
Verse 2
Goodbye to the DJ's Goodbye to the Re-Plays, wave to the turntables, the music we made , burn fables hopin we'd Re -Create ,
Bye to the Beef Ate...This Just has to Be Fate.\This game Needs No Heroes , Ya so say Goodbye to the Eastcoast, Bye to the west coast, Fuck Gettin bread yo, those dreams are burnt......French Toast.\\
So when this comes to an end, End. What are we supposed to do Then, Then. Should we pray for our Deeds, Hands held high, no questions please, should we lay wake in war , Should we rest in peace. Would we burn our rap sheets and forget them beats, would we lose to a challenge, would our Mic skills just be a huge waste of talent, its not the one who Passes the torch , Its the one who Bears it.
Hook.
WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS
Verse 1
When The Music Stops, No game left , no level fer me to play on\ Aint gon b nuthin fo yo ass to hate on, Dreams of the money and fame gone, and We'd all be re-windin listenin to the same songs\ Youd Be Done wit the spittin shit, now all ya slick lyrics, It isnt fittin in, Yes It gets sickenin, Ya brain isnt thinkin its Racing its blinkin its Blank.....
Re-Start, Yes I Said it Re-Start and you know that we are part of a dying breed dawg, so breed dawg..Outstand the Melodies, shred the noise, expand ya messages, spread ya voice, Dont ask Who Did what , N jus stop rappin bout ya stupid glocks, make that new shit hot caz once this gone aint gon be a fuckin New Pit Stop..
Hook
Verse 2
Goodbye to the DJ's Goodbye to the Re-Plays, wave to the turntables, the music we made , burn fables hopin we'd Re -Create ,
Bye to the Beef Ate...This Just has to Be Fate.\This game Needs No Heroes , Ya so say Goodbye to the Eastcoast, Bye to the west coast, Fuck Gettin bread yo, those dreams are burnt......French Toast.\\
So when this comes to an end, End. What are we supposed to do Then, Then. Should we pray for our Deeds, Hands held high, no questions please, should we lay wake in war , Should we rest in peace. Would we burn our rap sheets and forget them beats, would we lose to a challenge, would our Mic skills just be a huge waste of talent, its not the one who Passes the torch , Its the one who Bears it.
Hook.