Traffic Jam Hustle (sample upload test)

90s rap, old school rap, turntablism, vinyl samples, instrumental loop

V3.5

[Instrumental intro]

[Record scratching]

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rollin' down the 405, got my mind on the grind,
Stuck in this traffic, man, I'm losin' my mind.
Gotta punch that clock, 9 to 5, what a joke,
But these rhymes ain't free, gotta fund my flow, you know?

[Chorus]
I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam,
Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan,
From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man.

[Verse 2]
Sittin' in this beater, engine whinin' like a snitch,
Dreamin' 'bout the day when my rhymes make me rich.
But for now, I'm grindin', boss yellin' in my ear,
Clockin' in and out, wish I could disappear.

Got my tie on crooked, but my lyrics stay tight,
Paper pushin' by day, spittin' fire by night.
Colleagues think I'm crazy, they don't know the deal,
While they're pushin' papers, I'm chasin' the real.

[Chorus]
I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam,
Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan,
From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man.

[Bridge]
Boss in my face, man, he don't understand,
I'm just here for the checks, ain't part of the plan.
Daydreamin' 'bout the mic, crowd screamin' my name,
Gotta pay the bills now, but I'm changin' the game.

[Verse 3]
Every red light's a cypher, every horn's a beat,
Turn this traffic jam into a rap on repeat.
Life's a little crazy, but that's how I like it,
Got a hundred problems, but my flow ain't gonna quit.

Stuck in this gridlock, but my mind's on the prize,
From this cubicle prison to the stage's bright lights.
So laugh with me, homie, we all in the same boat,
One day we'll be free, livin' off what we wrote.

[Chorus]
I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam,
Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan,
From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man.

[Outro]
So next time you see me, stuck in the jam,
Know I'm grindin' hard, got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' through the struggle, part of the plan,
West coast hustler, soon I'll be the man.

[Chorus]
I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam,
Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan,
From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man.

[Outro]
So next time you see me, stuck in the jam,
Know I'm grindin' hard, got a mic in my hand.
Laughin' through the struggle, part of the plan,
West coast hustler, soon I'll be the man.

[End]

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[Instrumental intro] [Record scratching] [Verse 1] Yo, I'm rollin' down the 405, got my mind on the grind, Stuck in this traffic, man, I'm losin' my mind. Gotta punch that clock, 9 to 5, what a joke, But these rhymes ain't free, gotta fund my flow, you know? [Chorus] I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam, Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand. Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan, From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man. [Verse 2] Sittin' in this beater, engine whinin' like a snitch, Dreamin' 'bout the day when my rhymes make me rich. But for now, I'm grindin', boss yellin' in my ear, Clockin' in and out, wish I could disappear. Got my tie on crooked, but my lyrics stay tight, Paper pushin' by day, spittin' fire by night. Colleagues think I'm crazy, they don't know the deal, While they're pushin' papers, I'm chasin' the real. [Chorus] I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam, Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand. Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan, From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man. [Bridge] Boss in my face, man, he don't understand, I'm just here for the checks, ain't part of the plan. Daydreamin' 'bout the mic, crowd screamin' my name, Gotta pay the bills now, but I'm changin' the game. [Verse 3] Every red light's a cypher, every horn's a beat, Turn this traffic jam into a rap on repeat. Life's a little crazy, but that's how I like it, Got a hundred problems, but my flow ain't gonna quit. Stuck in this gridlock, but my mind's on the prize, From this cubicle prison to the stage's bright lights. So laugh with me, homie, we all in the same boat, One day we'll be free, livin' off what we wrote. [Chorus] I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam, Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand. Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan, From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man. [Outro] So next time you see me, stuck in the jam, Know I'm grindin' hard, got a mic in my hand. Laughin' through the struggle, part of the plan, West coast hustler, soon I'll be the man. [Chorus] I'm a west coast hustler, stuck in a jam, Tryna make a livin', got a mic in my hand. Laughin' at the struggle, yeah, it's all part of the plan, From the freeway to the stage, I'm the man. [Outro] So next time you see me, stuck in the jam, Know I'm grindin' hard, got a mic in my hand. Laughin' through the struggle, part of the plan, West coast hustler, soon I'll be the man. [End]

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