Random Rap Lyrics!

fourth year anelson bacpak

photo by arantxa villa

i been meditating on this feelin we chasin

searching for an energy in many different places

knowin in the inner me, i see blank faces

it’s all blank hatred around anonymous faces

cause how you put your finger ona world too big?

how you dream as a kid when your dreams too big?

how you living dreams with repetitive rhymes?

man get in touch with divine, you know you runnin out of time

and i said I was gunna quit if no show in four years

number four is near but I ain’t rappin from fear

cause i ain’t rappin at all

and i ain’t writing bout shit

im creatively sick

and in need of a fix

i think i’m calling a ghost

maybe need a lane switch to start doing the most

what to do when the energies off

i’ve been sitting in dark, hoping the feeling slides off

cause that’s what happens, a reaction to being all in your head

aint gettin out of my bed, and i can’t move like the rest

its just the feeling of a force that is weighing you down

aint even saying im down, but nothing up is around

no medication non-violence moving inside the chest

i stimulate my spirit, but it’s not success

i don’t cuss in my raps, i want my grandma to listen

you know I keep it correct, no coal in stockings at Christmas

now how i’m corny as fuck, but every song is still hittin?

and when i’m writing these verses there ain’t a syllable missing

yall some lemon La Corix, when i ordered a Sprite

you watered down ass rapper i wouldn’t cop for a dime 

and if you here listenin you grape juice to fine wine

and if life is a rave then i’m laser LED lights

you better take you some notes, this game i’m giving for free

my socialist mentality they broker than they should be

that’s Lasseter with an E, Lasseter with an E?

i made it out of Perry, Georgia to the Classic City 

aye I heard the preacher got a private jet

know he voting red not no corporate threat

keep that Jesus piece close, strapped to vest 

everyday that’s on yo knees pray he will protect

and i heard yo senator runnin for that re-elect

canvasser at yo steps better give em the deck

and yo cousins and yo uncles trippin off a red pill 

while riches pockets getting fatter and you struggle for meals

been loggin hours, pushin work and i ain’t gettin paid 

im coming from the dirt when it comes to gettin on the stage

the homies they been grinding & logging that’s like a beat a day

i verse it and hook it so it can spin away 

lock the door, turn them lights off and then i start to pray 

that one of these scribble visions will finally resonate

with person that’s searchin for this kinda wave

that’s making raps about rapping while working, nothins happenin 

and i been relaxing, researchin about the use of taxes

and it’s been taxing just dreamin about our future seasons

i’m tryna bag it like There You Have It shoutout to Reason

tell em bag it, hashtag it, I rip it like Rapinoe

drop a music vid do it big with pink hair on fleek tho