aRAPsong

transitions feel like flipping radio stations while cruising through houston los angeles and louisiana at night female southern rapper delivery with calm matteroffact storytelling tone like boyznthehood by Hip Hop, Gangsta Rap deep slow houston chopped and screwed influence zro style baritone layered under main vocal for depth and echo doubles dj screw style pitchdropped repeat phrases at emotional lines tempo shifts between classic west coast bounce and slowed syrupy texas sections old school fly 90s beat switching styles midsong gfunk basslines then chopped screw halftime transitions vinyl texture tape hiss analog warmth hook becomes brighter radiostyle west coast groove verses return to slow heavy nighttime southern atmosphere occasional adlibs drifting in background like distant car speakers passing laidback confident delivery not aggressive just real and observational feels like driving alone at night thinking while the radio scans stations across decades of hip hop history female

im psychologically impaired but statistically that trait is shared but im chronically prepared for moments of discomfort shared never knowing when or where just knowing its coming from somewhere anxiety inside of me that comes out in flares

my home i just cleaned but i got kids so twas a clean dream as soon as they awoke from their nap chaos unleashed and then walks in susan and the judgemnt she brings about how i dont clean like girl i know what u mean so grab a sponge and get to it .. i meannn - that or go behind and sing about how differently i do this parenting thing

its complicated how i got so deep it was between the screams and utter defeat the two person memories ones too dead to keep so you sit by them in the ground underneath or the way i cant ever restfully sleep so im alone in the night with my brain and the thoughts it does seep or that time i lived in a blazer on the street

my first rap my first attempted track might be whack but who gives a flying crap 
little louisiana brat actin a hood rat when she come from the suburbs and should flock with the heard but is too damn absurd so the lobotomy was earned and to take it she learned but she bottled and burned til it was her turn to flip and turn the world to what she deserved hippie dippie drippy lippy &&& skidimipikity

bust a move ice ice baby you should be GETTIN IT like too short - crazy like eazy e jockin them ladies as he cruised down the streets of compton slanging but dont quote him boy - aint shit he was saying even sir mix a lot only spoke of biscuits ahoy and their biscuity joy

its been 5 minutes and im already with it all these little guys doing this their whole life cant bust a rhyme but they cant spit facts.. why? well not because their white cuz theyve never applied to life sit and get too high ask they momma for a ride cuz theyve never even tried so they never bought a ride and they way too high to drive… say a whole lot but a lot was a lie..

like i slang this i slang that bitch you aint never even seen the shit you rap - coulda made like afro man made a bop outta crap 
they coulda got it if they practiced or somethin to impress broke out a book or two asked themselves to be honest - confess . (im starting with the man in the mirror) take a mirrored look at who they are and what they wanted learn to put in words how their daddy is exhausted cuz he breakin bread for them to bomb it take all kinda drugs then blame him cuz theyre on it when really they just didnt want it they wanted to do not shit and flaunt it out their daddys pocket…. the be mad at god like he should have to own their shit now i sound like hopsin kinda pessimistic

i love all music but i especially love rap cuz you can slide a slick slip in the echoe in the back like fuck the police or gettin-gettin some head and the sink is where i sat 
i said

gettin-gettin some head and the sink is where i sat

Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin'
To the bang, bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby-doo
And guess what, i be pop too with the cars that go boom el tigre and gucci mane too tupac boobop a diddily diddly doo

ducked off with long clips and choppers atleast imaginatively im a shot collar a fuckin fantasy but in tune im amused jammin every single different dude to every different mood but i know shadys the king thats true ask my doggy shady - cuz shady we all knew unless u lived in timbacktoo or your parents got along and dint ever raise the roof the roof the roof the roof is on fire well duh i have the lighter let that fuckin government burn

nikki cardi wayne ro webbie and kevin 
i know every word to the songs 
i sing so loud they hear in heaven so my friends can sing along

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okay lets rhyme bust a move ice ice baby you should be GETTIN IT like too short - crazy like eazy e jockin them ladies as he cruised down the streets of compton slanging but dont quote him boy - aint shit he was saying even sir mix a lot only spoke of biscuits ahoy and their biscuity joy hello itz me the one u mistook for a freak im psychologically impaired but statistically that trait is shared but im chronically prepared for moments of discomfort shared never knowing when or where just knowing its coming from somewhere anxiety inside of me that comes out in flares my home i just cleaned but i got kids so twas a clean dream as soon as they awoke from their nap chaos unleashed and then walks in susan and the judgemnt she brings about how i dont clean like girl i know what u mean so grab a sponge and get to it .. i meannn - that or go behind and sing about how differently i do this parenting thing its complicated how i got so deep it was between the screams and utter defeat the two person memories ones too dead to keep so you sit by them in the ground underneath or the way i cant ever restfully sleep so im alone in the night with my brain and the thoughts it does seep or that time i lived in a blazer on the street my first rap my first attempted track might be whack but who gives a flying crap little louisiana brat actin a hood rat when she come from the suburbs and should flock with the heard but is too damn absurd so the lobotomy was earned and to take it she learned but she bottled and burned til it was her turn to flip and turn the world to what she deserved hippie dippie drippy lippy &&& skidimipikity bust a move ice ice baby you should be GETTIN IT like too short - crazy like eazy e jockin them ladies as he cruised down the streets of compton slanging but dont quote him boy - aint shit he was saying even sir mix a lot only spoke of biscuits ahoy and their biscuity joy its been 5 minutes and im already with it all these little guys doing this their whole life cant bust a rhyme but they cant spit facts.. why? well not because their white cuz theyve never applied to life sit and get too high ask they momma for a ride cuz theyve never even tried so they never bought a ride and they way too high to drive… say a whole lot but a lot was a lie.. like i slang this i slang that bitch you aint never even seen the shit you rap - coulda made like afro man made a bop outta crap they coulda got it if they practiced or somethin to impress broke out a book or two asked themselves to be honest - confess . (im starting with the man in the mirror) take a mirrored look at who they are and what they wanted learn to put in words how their daddy is exhausted cuz he breakin bread for them to bomb it take all kinda drugs then blame him cuz theyre on it when really they just didnt want it they wanted to do not shit and flaunt it out their daddys pocket…. the be mad at god like he should have to own their shit now i sound like hopsin kinda pessimistic i love all music but i especially love rap cuz you can slide a slick slip in the echoe in the back like fuck the police or gettin-gettin some head and the sink is where i sat i said gettin-gettin some head and the sink is where i sat Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin' To the bang, bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby-doo And guess what, i be pop too with the cars that go boom el tigre and gucci mane too tupac boobop a diddily diddly doo ducked off with long clips and choppers atleast imaginatively im a shot collar a fuckin fantasy but in tune im amused jammin every single different dude to every different mood but i know shadys the king thats true ask my doggy shady - cuz shady we all knew unless u lived in timbacktoo or your parents got along and dint ever raise the roof the roof the roof the roof is on fire well duh i have the lighter let that fuckin government burn bust a move ice ice baby you should be GETTIN IT like too short - crazy like eazy e jockin them ladies as he cruised down the streets of compton slanging but dont quote him boy - aint shit he was saying even sir mix a lot only spoke of biscuits ahoy and their biscuity joy nikki cardi wayne ro webbie and kevin i know every word to the songs i sing so loud they hear in heaven so my friends can sing along

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