I have no idea who you are and which is your taste in music, but I am hoping you about to give it a shot! *watch?v=el3cHidIiAU* Seriously isn't it brilliant? You must TH-cam it!
[Verse 1: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? ‘Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalkin' up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin' To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to Be noticed ‘cause I'm cryin' and sobbin' I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker ‘Cause he said that I eye-balled him [Pre-Chorus: Polina] And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words [Chorus: Polina] ‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy [Verse 2: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? ‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin' ‘Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don’t give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame, then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me, life offers Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin'? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!" Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest [Chorus: Polina] This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy [Verse 3: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome ‘Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em ‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins ‘Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin' 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my- [Chorus: Polina] This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
I used to be the kid who would try and find his father, Picking up the phone , think I’ll try and call him, But he didn’t answer so why bother, I just wanted to tell him that I’m a scholar, And that I’m on top of my game , skydiving onward, so I can grind a dollar I don’t really see anyone In my corner I’m a fuccing mess , tears streaming from my eyeballs, I go and hide in my room, turn the lights off Put on a classic Eminem Hype song, Then I gather up all the visions in my thoughts See the picture in the canvas that I’m drawing It’s hard to decide if I’m awesome , Think would I was a nice artist , Fucc the blame , it’s not my fault- I was there for the whole goddamn entire world , but if I put this out who would be honest enough to find my songs garbage “Who knew.......this is my legacy “
Porque se siente como si fuera el final Era aquella niña blanca aficionada al freestyle Un legado tan triste pero que sonara very fine Las acontecimientos me cambiaron al igual que esas canciones que nunca se publicaron Duro dejar un legado que prometía más Un legado que a la cima prometía llegar Era alegre pero me hicieron una puta sad Pensé que llegaría a la cima y llegaría a triunfar Pero de que sirve arriba a estar Si solo vas a madurar para aprender que todo tiene su final
Mangio un panino Fumo uno spino Dopo frate piango In mezzo al cuscino Mi chiedo i mille perché Di quando ero solo un bambino E vivevo tutto questo come se fosse il mio destino
some people want a quartersack i just want a quarter back not talkin discount dont ask for your order back say you didint order that i ordered more of that somone pulls out sunny d i need a pour of that on the juice i lost some screws in new like news im bound to lose im bound to fuse em with muse someone go and give them the news but when im on the flow i feel unstoppable flow not on sale yet yea it aint coppable chances that im losing are low to improbable and the reasons comming up in that hook and that's probable
I feel in pain yeah I'm crazy I'm insane there's a sting in my vein its nothing you can obtain but yet my life is a lie so I sit and I cry listening to myself repeatedly ramble and sigh I need that one friend yeah that would practically die for me definetly bend a lie for me even defend my life for me but that will never happen when you see fights with people who can't fight back and then there's that girl fuck I don't ever wanna be like that yeah but instead I see her curled in bed holding her head facing away chasing the day that's already gone erasing her past mistakes from when she was born or the death that she mourns but wait what does badst mean this story sad'ns me because this hasn't been real it's nothing that she can feel her life it just peels more stashes of pills shattering life on top of that perfect so called life there's bills her home dosent feel like a house she is grown and out she dosent know she's about to die the one person who would die for her didn't even get to say bye
An abhorred scourge formed all the while candle lights warmed Upside-down crosses etched in arms, harmed palms- bled- my life, in my hands Lead to wishing I'd see death from born again religion force fed Psalms' songs sounded wrong, so I wrote sob poems that brought on deep discovery inside I'm suffering as a kid- no one loving me What if, I could make Jehovah Witness me distance myself from the tyranny of Christianity? I would be provoking the whole thing by being outspoken- 'Nuff said. And yet, isn't he disruptively distinct when unique? I must say... He brings truth to you at length; even when brief? And the way he rhymes together an array of letters that when you think about it... shouldn't fit... ever? A-maz-ing....! Then why are these Separatist trying to keep him separate; by not letting the dark message he writes shed light on the subject? Context is dark because he's kept in darkness; away from the light of day but a light-bulb is on... inside his head... So he doesn't ever fret, never lets them see him sweat because his soul is as cold as it gets. And yes he knows that it's a risk, to be so different with this gift. But is willing to fulfill what moves a slew to hear him spit. The more he cares, the more you diss- So he has to be an asshole just to show he gives a shit. When....! [hook] 2nd verse What's next is, I remember when I was endeavoring, to be the best- Lyricist adept at being in-depth, with a myriad... of listeners Hearing this wish manifest stemmed in linguistics With this... I would hope what I wrote, would promote Thoughts to Rome without Inquisition, for giving wisdom To this system that needs assistance And inspires an age when the younger generation, will be inquisitive of vocabulary rhymed in a verse with purpose And be thirst to expand what we could do with words When we go on the deep end And only deliver an A game with no B plan From researching first, to merging works, emerging worth Something someone can learn and discern Apart and differing from what is typically lyrically heard Because we have everything we need and it's better than anything we've preferred thus far [Rhymed fast] (And once more have perceived these things, I will be implored during a song to perform for an encore that explores a galore of awe metaphors stored in my core that all can endure in its purest form Though I'm better off not showing I'm feeling lonely, as one of the only lowly few giving A level of aptitude that doesn't get gratitude- As usual it's viewed as taboo, as the news is I'm square in certain circles I swear it's enough for this stuff to irk you, these reversals First you love birds of a feather, flocking together, but I'm hated when I wing it, to spread and spew bird flu. So it's you that makes me sick Since for the last time, I'm sick of the same shit Especially when)- [hook] this is my legacy.... 3rd verse In essence it was a blessing to be adamant in my adolescence when I had the good sense to adhere to added lessons to benefit... Then all in attendance hearing me blaring will be fair when they candy-coat an Eminem comparison; thinking it's impossible to be better than him.... Acknowledge the homage in my hollering, honoring all those that ever harnessed an honest artistic rant with a pen That could end someone's career with sheer dom-ineer-ing sentences, clear and concise that deserved a BEWARE sign In my, opinion, I'm finding it hard not to feel super-powered every time I open my mouth to devour. I'm wowed at how a former coward can vow to be outward and grow power Full of telekinesis- wait 'til you see it- As I remove you from a room without feeling you. For what you said... Tell me... Is poetry dead? Is this reality; the majority never scratching surface in any version? Is it curtains before it even began? To win repaired my hunger, so I fixed and ate it to be fixated, but I'm still broke because rap is broken. So I multiplied applied personality, to be Frank when I'm Earnest. Deserving an earning, and spurning the burden of those lurking for disperse of the disbursement. From my person But I'm a work until I'm in the earth Until then I'll search for all those cool enough to thumb me up The sum of a Mary/merry mother, with my father who's sterile...and this is what I've become [hook] Copyrighted and written by ILL NASA KAHN a.k.a Ethromel
tell me what you think.. When I was 4 I got shoved to the floor, I couldn't move or scream his hand covered my jaw, i saw people standing while I got pinned like a hor, I couldn't break it, my eyes swelled up while he punched me some more. When it was home time I ran to my mums side, wrapped my arms round her waist acting like its all fine. She ask how my day was, it felt like a punchline, I tried to forget about lunchtime. But not my small mind. When we got home I tried to get out the zone, my bottom lip kept dropping, like my mum dropping her phone, dad lost his job she told me we had to move home, I felt so alone, I ran and ran until I fell prone. I could tell he was mad by the sound of his tone shouting at mum knowing she'd done nothing wrong. Argument raised that would last all day long. So I guess your wondering why I'm making this song it's beacuse I want you to know
If i ever told some one the truth its not that i didnt want to do me its that i cant but i do choose to lie to ever body since thwy lie to me regardless of what kind of man i am. No plans on going to church . Not really the type of dude to ask God for money so i hit the streets on a regula hopen to take a puf of my medicine with five ten bucks i get my prescription and im out doing me
i'm done with communication - fuck it ima mute now look at this crumbling - human he's just mumbling tumbling down the rabbit hole until his mind is full of 'past violence' - yet somehow he survived it but he's eyes like his heart and soul - never did rise though look at him all grown up - he's old and now a stoner rolls alone - cuz he don't got no home to go to and he's tortured by the view of the world so distorted that he thought he ought to fold up in the corner holding that broken bat and nails cuz that defense had never failed him impaled in his skin is a thing that he daren't sing of cuz everything's a problem - he resolves he can't solve em all told em all again - he won't speak a sentence to em so he's holding on for life - in a hallway that he fights in and writes with the lights dim - while climbing the walls cuz he's frightened to smile - and the sky's always on fire every single cell in him - is now kicking up a riot cuz he's tired and he's giving in - so wired on the dopeamine for a moment he dreamed in a ocean that he screams in he's freezing now drowning, swears he'll the leave the world this evening defeated and weakened - heart struggling to beat and its now that he begins to see - he fabricated all of this but fuck it he's laughing so off his tits, falling into fits 10 minutes later - vomiting unconscious......
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true I'll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in Because I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defying often Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad So I'm non complying at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward And no I don't need no goddamn psychologist Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems Thinking he can try and solve them I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk And in the front drive talking to myself Either that or inside hiding often to going somewhere quiet Trying not to be noticed because I'm crying and sobbing I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking Some c***sucker shoved me into a f***ing locker And he said that I eyeballed him And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from All the wars that are fought Inside your world Please have faith in my words 'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Why am I so differently wired in my nogging? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling 'Cause I obsess on everything and my mind is small s*** Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara and then split But I don't give a s*** I'm fine as long as There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me S*** look at the bright side at least I ain't walking I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I Found in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it Headphones on, straight ahead and kids tryin to start s*** But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even try and put up a fight, it's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about those rhymes I've been jottin' They are kinda giving me confidence Instead of tryina escape through my comics, Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on b**** Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on I could be iconic, and my conquest is Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome 'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work Words like this and connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off em 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not s*** By you wack f***ing giant sacks of lying dog s*** Now you shut up b****, I am talking Thought I was full of horses*** and now You f***ing worship the ground in which I am walking Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game b**** I'm supplying coffins 'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers You gon die a ball licker I've been diabolical With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my a** And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exalting and I ain't halting Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I am me, I'm a fire marshall and this is my Legacy, legacy, here This is my legacy, legacy, here There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling, why am i so differently wired to be apart from, everyone else, even the situations i get involved in, got me thinking i'd be better off in a coffin, don't get me wrong i love my life, still i can't help but feel like i'd be better off offin myself often, sitting lost in, my thoughts tryna gather the strength and courage, to get back to my calling, and continue rockin, cuz i'm evolveing, to be one of the greatest rappers alive you'll ever hear knocking, but remain cautious, i can feel my mind departin, you said that i'll never be shit bitch, i beg you pardon, when all i ever did was show you love since i first started, still you left me broken hearted, and treated me like garbage, now i'm doing better than you ever thought i would and i called it, and i'm not gunna stop so what if i'm an acloholic, a drug abusin rap addict who never went to college,
Let me know if this is good! (VERSE 1) Your born, he’s so cute Look at his cub eyes, they’re blue A snub nose, thats the new Look Sit him on the chair and stare at him with no blare Beautiful blonde hair Down there below his hair, you could see his skin hazel Thank you god, for giving me this angel parents crying from joy After knowing, its their Baby boy Holding him up high, As if he was a toy, Oh boy what a joy He is the chosen boy The heir to the throne, This new born (VERSE 2) Waking up at one, Aiming to be the number one living as I am the one My thoughts begone, I look at my hands, I see a gun At Walmart, while grabbing some wall art, with my small cart I heard a gunshot at the ballpark My heart starts to race Although I have a brave heart I lay my face on a plain grain as my brain fades, I feel pain in my vein or is it a sprain from all the stress I intake I try to run outside Stuck, move people to the far side Stuff in like sardines, inside Pluck my hand, feels tight Quick, grab the handle with my hand To the near right Duck, under the cargo oh Something doesn’t feel right Looking for the murderer Everyone laid down on the floor Screaming you fucking murderer I am hearing all this murmurer, But I ignored the whisperer Ditch the cargo, in further into the ballpark I see the murder but who’s the gunner I get closer to the body, I see my mother badly, Hurt cause a backstabber stabbed her with a dagger And shot her twice to the center of her head I ponder into a state of sombre Is this the past present or future? Someone hit me with a brick Get back up, fix my posture This is ridiculous This is not a show for you audience So Quit staring at me you think this is fabulous Quick call me an ambulance I hear sirens blare Officer, you arrived Thank God someone who cares They handcuff me For allegedly being the murderer of the scene This is not fair officer If you search well, you’ll discover The cover that’s cover-ing the truth of the murderer My father wanders through his wonders whether I am a murder or a monster Of this horrible terrible horror That has conquered my soul and turned it darker I have sworn Although I have a gun, I am not the one, who killed my mother “I hope you rot in jail son” (VERSE 3) The heir to the throne Was thrown to the air Because life wasn’t fair I thought I was the chosen boy for something greater Instead, I was the boy who was chosen to be a murderer All that joy when I was a boy Turned to sadness when I grew older I am no longer that toy That cute boy That brought joy And laughter to my parents but Now I am a slaughter to my angels He used to be hazel But now he is black from the gravel We are not fond of your blonde hair anymore Close the door, I don’t want to see you no more What happened to your nose, it is crooked For sure, that looks new Eyes were blue but now they are darker than noon Your mother has borne all her life the worst born Still like a corn, before he shoots into a popcorn Let him enjoy this moment and Before the scorn and keep up this momentum He feels torn, weep and reminisce about the moment umm Running outside with his friends Pushing each other again again Not knowing what’s on the other end Before the Benz and the girlfriends Reminisce his memories, digest and ingest them Into my system before the corn stems The devils in, resist him, Until she kissed him And told him You’ll be okay son My dear friend
![Marshall Mathers [Instrumental]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/znwVWpknIXw/mqdefault.jpg)
Want another Eminem beat with the hook? Hit me, I'll see what I can mix up!
***** I'll give it a try!
+Daniel Arrington so why are you saying this on an Eminem instrumental?
+Daniel Arrington don't worry we knew you were stupid as soon as you said Jay and Kanye weren't real music
Arose and Castle please
I feel like this could make a good horror storytelling song, without the lyrics it has a real haunting feel to it
Esper soon.
I'm going to do it
THIS IS MY LEGACY YEAHH!!
I have no idea who you are and which is your taste in music, but I am hoping you about to give it a shot!
*watch?v=el3cHidIiAU*
Seriously isn't it brilliant?
You must TH-cam it!
Ok sure I'll try
Love this, man. Thanks for posting. Keep it up, lah!
Thanks man! Will do!
That's what i have been looking for.
Thanks buddy
I feel so bad for m n m. He had such a rough life
Appreciate Eminem while he's here
[Verse 1: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? ‘Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalkin' up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin' To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to Be noticed ‘cause I'm cryin' and sobbin' I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker ‘Cause he said that I eye-balled him [Pre-Chorus: Polina] And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words [Chorus: Polina] ‘Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy [Verse 2: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? ‘Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin' ‘Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don’t give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame, then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me, life offers Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin'? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!" Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest [Chorus: Polina] This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy [Verse 3: Eminem] I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome ‘Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em ‘Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins ‘Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin' 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my- [Chorus: Polina] This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Do right for me by eminem
Sydney ❤
Cool Beat 👍
1000th like is mine 😚
I used to be the kid who would try and find his father,
Picking up the phone , think I’ll try and call him,
But he didn’t answer so why bother,
I just wanted to tell him that I’m a scholar,
And that I’m on top of my game , skydiving onward, so I can grind a dollar
I don’t really see anyone In my corner
I’m a fuccing mess , tears streaming from my eyeballs,
I go and hide in my room, turn the lights off
Put on a classic Eminem Hype song,
Then I gather up all the visions in my thoughts
See the picture in the canvas that I’m drawing
It’s hard to decide if I’m awesome ,
Think would I was a nice artist ,
Fucc the blame , it’s not my fault-
I was there for the whole goddamn entire world , but if I put this out who would be honest enough to find my songs garbage
“Who knew.......this is my legacy “
great
Porque se siente como si fuera el final
Era aquella niña blanca aficionada al freestyle
Un legado tan triste pero que sonara very fine
Las acontecimientos me cambiaron al igual que esas canciones que nunca se publicaron
Duro dejar un legado que prometía más
Un legado que a la cima prometía llegar
Era alegre pero me hicieron una puta sad
Pensé que llegaría a la cima y llegaría a triunfar
Pero de que sirve arriba a estar
Si solo vas a madurar para aprender que todo tiene su final
Rest in peace avra mitra
Good for you
Mangio un panino
Fumo uno spino
Dopo frate piango
In mezzo al cuscino
Mi chiedo i mille perché
Di quando ero solo un bambino
E vivevo tutto questo come se fosse il mio destino
Is this beat for lease?
some people want a quartersack i just want a quarter back
not talkin discount dont ask for your order back
say you didint order that i ordered more of that
somone pulls out sunny d i need a pour of that
on the juice i lost some screws in new like news im bound to lose
im bound to fuse em with muse someone go and give them the news
but when im on the flow i feel unstoppable
flow not on sale yet yea it aint coppable
chances that im losing are low to improbable
and the reasons comming up in that hook and that's probable
who is the girl singing
any link to download this?
legacy like
eminem
I feel in pain yeah I'm crazy I'm insane there's a sting in my vein its nothing you can obtain but yet my life is a lie so I sit and I cry listening to myself repeatedly ramble and sigh I need that one friend yeah that would practically die for me definetly bend a lie for me even defend my life for me but that will never happen when you see fights with people who can't fight back and then there's that girl fuck I don't ever wanna be like that yeah but instead I see her curled in bed holding her head facing away chasing the day that's already gone erasing her past mistakes from when she was born or the death that she mourns but wait what does badst mean this story sad'ns me because this hasn't been real it's nothing that she can feel her life it just peels more stashes of pills shattering life on top of that perfect so called life there's bills her home dosent feel like a house she is grown and out she dosent know she's about to die the one person who would die for her didn't even get to say bye
An abhorred scourge formed all the while candle lights warmed
Upside-down crosses etched in arms, harmed palms- bled-
my life, in my hands
Lead to wishing I'd see death from born again religion force fed
Psalms' songs sounded wrong, so I wrote sob poems that brought on deep discovery inside I'm suffering as a kid- no one loving me
What if, I could make Jehovah Witness me distance myself from the tyranny of Christianity?
I would be provoking the whole thing by being outspoken- 'Nuff said.
And yet, isn't he disruptively distinct when unique?
I must say...
He brings truth to you at length; even when brief?
And the way he rhymes together an array of letters that when you think about it... shouldn't fit... ever?
A-maz-ing....!
Then why are these Separatist trying to keep him separate;
by not letting the dark message he writes shed light on the subject?
Context is dark because he's kept in darkness; away from the light of day
but a light-bulb is on... inside his head...
So he doesn't ever fret, never lets them see him sweat because his soul is as cold as it gets.
And yes he knows that it's a risk, to be so different with this gift.
But is willing to fulfill what moves a slew to hear him spit.
The more he cares, the more you diss-
So he has to be an asshole just to show he gives a shit.
When....! [hook]
2nd verse
What's next is, I remember when I was endeavoring, to be the best-
Lyricist adept at being in-depth, with a myriad... of listeners
Hearing this wish manifest stemmed in linguistics
With this... I would hope what I wrote, would promote
Thoughts to Rome without Inquisition, for giving wisdom
To this system that needs assistance
And inspires an age when the younger generation, will be inquisitive
of vocabulary rhymed in a verse with purpose
And be thirst to expand what we could do with words
When we go on the deep end
And only deliver an A game with no B plan
From researching first, to merging works, emerging worth
Something someone can learn and discern
Apart and differing from what is typically lyrically heard
Because we have everything we need and it's better than anything we've preferred thus far
[Rhymed fast] (And once more have perceived these things, I will be implored during a song to perform for an encore that explores a galore of awe metaphors stored in my core that all can endure in its purest form
Though I'm better off not showing I'm feeling lonely, as one of the only lowly few giving
A level of aptitude that doesn't get gratitude-
As usual it's viewed as taboo, as the news is I'm square in certain circles
I swear it's enough for this stuff to irk you, these reversals
First you love birds of a feather, flocking together, but I'm hated when I wing it, to spread and spew bird flu.
So it's you that makes me sick
Since for the last time, I'm sick of the same shit
Especially when)- [hook] this is my legacy....
3rd verse
In essence it was a blessing to be adamant in my adolescence when I had the good sense to adhere to added lessons to benefit...
Then all in attendance hearing me blaring will be fair when they candy-coat an Eminem comparison; thinking it's impossible to be better than him....
Acknowledge the homage in my hollering, honoring all those that ever harnessed an honest artistic rant with a pen
That could end someone's career with sheer dom-ineer-ing sentences, clear and concise that deserved a BEWARE sign
In my, opinion, I'm finding it hard not to feel super-powered every time I open my mouth to devour. I'm wowed at how a former coward can vow to be outward and grow power
Full of telekinesis- wait 'til you see it- As I remove you from a room without feeling you.
For what you said...
Tell me... Is poetry dead?
Is this reality; the majority never scratching surface in any version?
Is it curtains before it even began?
To win repaired my hunger, so I fixed and ate it to be fixated, but I'm still broke because rap is broken.
So I multiplied applied personality, to be Frank when I'm Earnest.
Deserving an earning, and spurning the burden of those lurking for disperse of the disbursement.
From my person
But I'm a work until I'm in the earth
Until then I'll search for all those cool enough to thumb me up
The sum of a Mary/merry mother, with my father who's sterile...and this is what I've become [hook]
Copyrighted and written by ILL NASA KAHN a.k.a Ethromel
tell me what you think..
When I was 4 I got shoved to the floor, I couldn't move or scream his hand covered my jaw, i saw people standing while I got pinned like a hor, I couldn't break it, my eyes swelled up while he punched me some more. When it was home time I ran to my mums side, wrapped my arms round her waist acting like its all fine. She ask how my day was, it felt like a punchline, I tried to forget about lunchtime. But not my small mind. When we got home I tried to get out the zone, my bottom lip kept dropping, like my mum dropping her phone, dad lost his job she told me we had to move home, I felt so alone, I ran and ran until I fell prone. I could tell he was mad by the sound of his tone shouting at mum knowing she'd done nothing wrong. Argument raised that would last all day long. So I guess your wondering why I'm making this song it's beacuse I want you to know
damnnnn its good
If i ever told some one the truth its not that i didnt want to do me its that i cant but i do choose to lie to ever body since thwy lie to me regardless of what kind of man i am. No plans on going to church . Not really the type of dude to ask God for money so i hit the streets on a regula hopen to take a puf of my medicine with five ten bucks i get my prescription and im out doing me
FUCK!
I was writing to this then i heard eminem at the end.
Fuckin ruined it
Sorry man, I was using this in a music performance myself and felt I should it at the end for a bit of power at the end
if you could make one without the end rapping it be soo happy
i'm done with communication - fuck it ima mute now
look at this crumbling - human he's just mumbling
tumbling down the rabbit hole until his mind is
full of 'past violence' - yet somehow he survived it
but he's eyes like his heart and soul - never did rise though
look at him all grown up - he's old and now a stoner
rolls alone - cuz he don't got no home to go to
and he's tortured by the view of the world so distorted that
he thought he ought to fold up in the corner holding that
broken bat and nails cuz that defense had never failed him
impaled in his skin is a thing that he daren't sing of cuz
everything's a problem - he resolves he can't solve em all
told em all again - he won't speak a sentence to em
so he's holding on for life - in a hallway that he fights in
and writes with the lights dim - while climbing the walls
cuz he's frightened to smile - and the sky's always on fire
every single cell in him - is now kicking up a riot
cuz he's tired and he's giving in - so wired on the dopeamine
for a moment he dreamed in a ocean that he screams in
he's freezing now drowning, swears he'll the leave the world this evening
defeated and weakened - heart struggling to beat and
its now that he begins to see - he fabricated all of this
but fuck it he's laughing so off his tits, falling into fits
10 minutes later - vomiting unconscious......
nice work catch the remix on my channel
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do
I'll be right there for you
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true
I'll say it all for you
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in
Because I don't belong in this world
That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defying often
Flying off at the handle with my mom, no dad
So I'm non complying at home, at school I'm just shy and awkward
And no I don't need no goddamn psychologist
Trynna diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve them
I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
And in the front drive talking to myself
Either that or inside hiding often to going somewhere quiet
Trying not to be noticed because I'm crying and sobbing
I had a bad day at school so I ain't talking
Some c***sucker shoved me into a f***ing locker
And he said that I eyeballed him
And if you fall, I'll get you there
I'll be your savior from
All the wars that are fought
Inside your world
Please have faith in my words
'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Why am I so differently wired in my nogging?
'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind boggling
'Cause I obsess on everything and my mind is small s***
Bothers me but now my father, he said sayonara and then split
But I don't give a s*** I'm fine as long as
There's batteries in my Walkman nothing is the matter with me
S*** look at the bright side at least I ain't walking
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten speed which I've acquired parts that I
Found in the garbage, a frame and put tires on it
Headphones on, straight ahead and kids tryin to start s***
But if this is all there is for me life offers
Why bother even try and put up a fight, it's nonsense
But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
What about those rhymes I've been jottin'
They are kinda giving me confidence
Instead of tryina escape through my comics,
Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right fight's on b****
Who would've knew from the moment I turned the mic on
I could be iconic, and my conquest is
Is word to Phife Dawg from a Tribe Called Quest
This is my legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
'Cause if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to work
Words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength
To try and draw from, and get inspired off em
'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not s***
By you wack f***ing giant sacks of lying dog s***
Now you shut up b****, I am talking
Thought I was full of horses*** and now
You f***ing worship the ground in which I am walking
Me against the world so what? I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole 0 and 16 Lions offense
So bring on the Giants Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game b**** I'm supplying coffins
'Cause you dicks, butt kiss, a bunch of Brian Baldingers
You gon die a ball licker I've been diabolical
With this dialogue since 99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick, the day you beat me pigs'll fly out my a**
And a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't halting
Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not you
I am me, I'm a fire marshall and this is my
Legacy, legacy, here
This is my legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling,
why am i so differently wired to be apart from,
everyone else, even the situations i get involved in,
got me thinking i'd be better off in a coffin,
don't get me wrong i love my life,
still i can't help but feel like i'd be better off offin myself often,
sitting lost in, my thoughts tryna gather the strength and courage,
to get back to my calling, and continue rockin, cuz i'm evolveing,
to be one of the greatest rappers alive you'll ever hear knocking,
but remain cautious, i can feel my mind departin,
you said that i'll never be shit bitch, i beg you pardon,
when all i ever did was show you love since i first started,
still you left me broken hearted, and treated me like garbage,
now i'm doing better than you ever thought i would and i called it,
and i'm not gunna stop so what if i'm an acloholic,
a drug abusin rap addict who never went to college,
Let me know if this is good!
(VERSE 1)
Your born, he’s so cute
Look at his cub eyes, they’re blue
A snub nose, thats the new
Look
Sit him on the chair and stare
at him with no blare
Beautiful blonde hair
Down there below his hair, you could see his skin hazel
Thank you god, for giving me this angel
parents crying from joy
After knowing, its their
Baby boy
Holding him up high,
As if he was a toy,
Oh boy what a joy
He is the chosen boy
The heir to the throne,
This new born
(VERSE 2)
Waking up at one,
Aiming to be the number one
living as I am the one
My thoughts begone, I look at my hands,
I see a gun
At Walmart, while grabbing some wall art, with my small cart
I heard a gunshot at the ballpark
My heart starts
to race
Although I have a brave heart
I lay my face on a plain grain as my brain fades,
I feel pain in my vein or is it a sprain
from all the stress I intake
I try to run outside
Stuck, move people to the far side
Stuff in like sardines, inside
Pluck my hand, feels tight
Quick, grab the handle with my hand
To the near right
Duck, under the cargo oh
Something doesn’t feel right
Looking for the murderer
Everyone laid down on the floor
Screaming you fucking murderer
I am hearing all this murmurer,
But I ignored the whisperer
Ditch the cargo, in further
into the ballpark
I see the murder but who’s the gunner
I get closer to the body, I see my mother badly,
Hurt cause a backstabber stabbed her with a dagger
And shot her twice to the center of her head
I ponder into a state of sombre
Is this the past present or future?
Someone hit me with a brick
Get back up, fix my posture
This is ridiculous
This is not a show for you audience
So Quit staring at me you think this is fabulous
Quick call me an ambulance
I hear sirens blare
Officer, you arrived
Thank God someone who cares
They handcuff me
For allegedly
being the murderer of the scene
This is not fair officer
If you search well, you’ll discover
The cover that’s cover-ing the truth of the murderer
My father wanders through his wonders whether I am a murder or a monster
Of this horrible terrible horror
That has conquered my soul and turned it darker
I have sworn
Although I have a gun, I am not the one, who killed my mother
“I hope you rot in jail son”
(VERSE 3)
The heir to the throne
Was thrown to the air
Because life wasn’t fair
I thought I was the chosen boy for something greater
Instead, I was the boy who was chosen to be a murderer
All that joy when I was a boy
Turned to sadness when I grew older
I am no longer that toy
That cute boy
That brought joy
And laughter to my parents but
Now I am a slaughter to my angels
He used to be hazel
But now he is black from the gravel
We are not fond of your blonde hair anymore
Close the door, I don’t want to see you no more
What happened to your nose,
it is crooked
For sure, that looks new
Eyes were blue but now they are darker than noon
Your mother has borne all her life the worst born
Still like a corn, before he shoots
into a popcorn
Let him enjoy this moment and
Before the scorn and keep up this momentum
He feels torn, weep and reminisce about the moment umm
Running outside with his friends
Pushing each other again again
Not knowing what’s on the other end
Before the Benz and the girlfriends
Reminisce his memories,
digest and ingest them
Into my system
before the corn stems
The devils in, resist him,
Until she kissed him
And told him
You’ll be okay son
My dear friend
Ew out of tune man