Experimenting with my 4th ever audio, working on my flow and storytelling, and rapping on a beat. I asked myself if I could have a machine gun flow or at least try while also telling a story. Can I do it? Let me know.

Hook:
Everybody got the good and the bad, can rap super fast
Or slow it down, a machine flow or have a storytellers pad
Got the orchestra maxed, born in the lab, two beats, both of em slap, like Aahh 

V1:
The machine flow, listen to the beat bro, I don’t see no
C Note, even in a Casino, Al slot you in like Pacino
Say hello to my little friend, catch this heat like Robert De Niro
Godfather to these people, but Hoo-ah you too blind to see
I run money trees, Pablo and Lansky, you ain’t ready for this evil
I’m worse than Bugsy Siegel, we ain’t no fuckin equal
This is the present, no prequel or sequel, gifted at the steeple
With salvation, ready for baptization, to save the people
Self defense from the bipedal, machine ode story flow, gotta be both
Cause I like each, on a tightrope, now I’ve spoke, like sayin buh bye people

Hook:
Everybody got the good and the bad, can rap super fast
Or slow it down, a machine flow or have a storytellers pad
Got the orchestra maxed, born in the lab, two beats, both of em slap, like Aahh 

V2:
Now we got more like a jazz beat, gotta be snappy and snazzy
Little too sassy to be yappy, and sadly I’m madly happy
Tryna copy a trap beat, rap so fast that no one can lap me
No one can drink from my cup, in the pub with my buds
And I’m smoking em, had love since a cub but I’m choking em
The flow is dumb but it opens up, a whole new lump sum
Of the fun stuff, like after class breaking in through the door in the back
Yo yo blondie watch my six, gotta get out fast once I get in
So I hit the door with my shoulder, over and over, bust it down
Dancing and prancing to the teachers lounge, ain’t no one see us now
Change the grade, cause I slave away, how I get an F if I’m from the A
Gotta take you back out, like on a date, how bout BC
Before class, two dudes threatened to beat my ass, one lil midget who was fat
And another blonde ass, with the cracked glasses
Split my head open, blood pouring like molasses, that was my last shit
Now I’m attacking, this madness, my storytelling pad is the baddest
Can keep on a flow and a beat while regaling with tales from a teen… you know

Hook:
Everybody got the good and the bad, can rap super fast
Or slow it down, a machine flow or have a storytellers pad
Got the orchestra maxed, born in the lab, two beats, both of em slap, like Aahh

The Storyteller’s Machine

Out Now On SoundCloud and Bandlab!!!

This is my fifth or sixth ever audio and I got inspiration for this after hearing a song from Chuck Taylor Jr. I highly suggest you go check it out. It's a great song. He rhymes supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and in the comment section he said, uh, there's nobody else who can rhyme the entire thing so then I got a little flustered by that so I wrote this track. This is not a diss. I admire Chuck Taylor. He's a very good writer. I do not mean to diss him. This is just a response track to that comment.

Refrain/Hook:
Shout Out Chuck Taylor

Verse 1:
Feelin really crappy cause too many people trashed me
Attacked me, memories flood the gates of when Pappy slapped me
Choked me out from the backseat, hand around carotid, trapped me
Now I’m scared they all gon lap me, and pass me, pass me up
For someone who’s up, on the up and up, like Chuck Taylor
Writing my raps down, but fuck paper, I can’t even duck strangers
And that competitive drive, ignites, get my engines burning up high
And to be blunt, I think he’s better than me, but I still wanna smoke him
I better believe, I can do it effortlessly, never defeat
Do it better with the letters than he, I love you bro
But let it be known, this is Rome, coming for the throne
On an iron dome, like over Tel Aviv, I’ll develop a means
To get to the end, it’s all justified, but the rhymes, just sucks sometimes
They ass, but I’m Busting mine, tryna Busta Rhyme, make some unalive
Like Puff did try, Diddy really say that, gotta clean em out like Ajax
Coming with the same raps, he’s great at, hacker but I’m a gray hat
Ready set game match, coming for pay back, laid tracks
And this is not a diss, but I get into some competitive shit
And instead of letting them win, I gotta come with the ‘Pen
Still broke got 50 Cent, so why am I tryna take on Many Men
Gotta have a better pen then Em, flow then JID, ready for the slick switch

Refrain/Hook:
Shout Out Chuck Taylor

Verse 2:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
I peruse my mind on how to spit it, best use all my focus
If I lose a rhyme, it wounds up missing, bet you that it’s bogus
I’m a human at times, I’m madly gifted, and these bitches know this
Take a rhyme and hold it, showed them I can tote it
But I’m new a beat, depression it sinks, so deep into me
My worst enemy is me, I need to be, the mean emcee
Give the keys to me, I’ll unlock a new high, with new rhymes
Made this beat and my own, sorry if it don’t hold, but all this is mine
Thanks to Chuck Taylor for giving me inspiration tonight, love you dawg goodbye

Refrain/Hook:
Shout Out Chuck Taylor

Chuckles Challenge-Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

This is my 3rd ever SoundCloud drop, it started as rhyming the song Respect by Aretha Franklin, and then kinda spiraled haha, lemme know what you think! Out now on SoundCloud BandLab and Rhymers Block!!

Lyrics:

Breaking News: Americas Fucked! (In God We Trust?)

Intro:
Breaking News!! America’s Fucked!!!

Hook:
Now I don’t normally talk politics or anything like that shit
But this bitch is now batshit, why are we out here attacking US
Citizens of America, in each other and God we should trust
Fix our own problems fore we try to fix others, lemme break it down, watch it bust (bust)

V1:
I garner respect like Aretha Franklin
Part of the best, Neo breaking the matrix
Working on my cadence, but now I’m only
Working on occasion, gotta turn it up
Never get caged in, Louisiana born
Ima muthafuckin Cajun, French and then
Canadian, all you who is faking, can
Take this, oui oui, drink it like Yoo Hoo, gotta
Couple screws loose, to the new dudes, it’s boo hoo
Gotta boo boo, now you’re scared and it’s too true
Everyone wanna talk about guns, lining
Up a church, call it Pew Pew, now the hues blue (shoot)

Hook:
Now I don’t normally talk politics or anything like that shit
But this bitch is now batshit, why are we out here attacking US
Citizens of America, in each other and God we should trust
Fix our own problems fore we try to fix others, lemme break it down, watch it bust (bust)

V2:
Covered in sadness, another mass shooting
Republicans madden, Democrats laughing
At em, said you shoulda got rid of guns, Reps
MAGA hats with their football, go ahead and
Pass it, like your crazy laws, Democrats are
Hard in the heart, political tensions rise
Too many dudes soft now, letting these fuckin
Subliminal disses fly, but now the real
Criminals is missing my, head with the lead
Wordplay isn’t gunplay, so why dudes still end
Up dead, it’s just words on wax, not bullets in
A mag, yet these fake fucks see it then attack
And now we saying we gotta help others
Bitch relax, fore we help out other countries
We need to get back, to being one country
Not arguing over silly spats, no more
Of this killing blacks, or racial division
Or being stuck in a party, you just a
Plastic man, a Ken playing Barbie, but we
All akin, so stop judging harshly, sorry (sorry)

Hook:
Now I don’t normally talk politics or anything like that shit
But this bitch is now batshit, why are we out here attacking US
Citizens of America, in each other and God we should trust
Fix our own problems fore we try to fix others, lemme break it down, watch it bust (bust)

Outro:
Breaking News!! America’s Fucked!!!

Breaking News: America’s Fucked (In God We Trust?)

This is my fifth audio on SoundCloud, my fifth ever drop on SoundCloud, BandLab, and Rhymer's Block Out Now Dichotomy Part 1. So, I wrote this song in about maybe 20 minutes, and I made the instrumental in like, I don't know, 45 minutes, an hour. But recording, I just couldn't find the time or, you know, the thing to be able to do it. So when I finally did it, it's a little bit rushed. I did not realize the BPM was 165, so it's really fast-paced. Sorry about that. But I figured, you know, it's been like three weeks, and it's been way too long, so I'm having to just put it out. So, this is it. Sorry if it's not up to par, but please enjoy and tell me what you think.


Lyrics:


Dichotomy Pt.1

Hook:
Is this a dichotomy, are they on to me, cause honestly
They gon say I need a fuckin lobotomy, this game ain’t my place
But I’m still alarming thee, overdose on me like a outdated pharmacy

V1:
Hello there Ms, and hello there Mister, I know in this space
I’m a visitor, but I’m like Cleveland in 16 I’m the
Away team, but still leave the victor, take a picture, I got
A pitcher, and my cup runneth over these Tricksters, all my brothers
Taking advantage of all of my sisters, it’s a sore subject
Call it a blister, tornado game in this space, life changes like twister
All these fake phony Jokers and Tricksters, they all Marked but ain’t yet Hamil
Pulling straws, I’ll put it on my back I’m a strong ass camel
Going after Marked subjects with two guns off the handle
This venture is to knock the enamel out your dentures
You wearing flannel he’s wearing a Knicks shirt, blow out the candle
Stop rhyming KAT in the hat when we traded Julius Randle
I’m like a cop, all these dudes I’m Jailing and I take up the mantle
Hip Hop dead and it’s in shambles, taking a poll like a stripper
Doing it for Blue Strips and muthafuckin Sandals, it’s a scandal
I’m a savage like Vandal, enemies get trampled, here’s a sample 

Hook:
Is this a dichotomy, are they on to me, cause honestly
They gon say I need a fuckin lobotomy, this game ain’t my place
But I’m still alarming thee, overdose on me like a outdated pharmacy

V2:
This is too damn much of a hassle, that’s factual
Cause it’s actual battle, hoppin in on the saddle
On my high horse, this shit is like night core, feel a tight cord
Round your eyes fore, they pop out of your face
Now that sights sore, vampire draining muthafuckas life force
Can I keep doin this I ain’t quite sure, I need a lot
Not a slight more, that’s the real hassle, I’m a guest in the game
In a dark room I shine bright like cocaine, word play it’s a shame
It’s too great, blasting out their brains like Kurt Cobain
Now I’m in Nirvana a transcendent state, so why am I
Still insane, still the same, can’t play the game, save the dame, or take this race
Now I’m filled up from the skates to the face with pain, so I take it out
On other MCs, that’s why I torture a beat and maim these fakes
Workin on words to maim the greats, no one ever say I’m plain, no way
Goodbye Miss, and Goodbye Mister, I killed em both and still went home, with a picture

Hook:
Is this a dichotomy, are they on to me, cause honestly
They gon say I need a fuckin lobotomy, this game ain’t my place
But I’m still alarming thee, overdose on me like a outdated pharmacy

Dichotomy Pt.1

Lyrics:

GlummyBunny
bun on the track, im fucking back.
done covered the map, by
running laps.
upping stats, with 'speed' my bloods pumping that.
fuck around,
and the punches land harder than a maxed out curren chan. (damn)
understand
theres a reason I'm underground, 
cause the dirt coming out ma mouth 
at high speed breaking the sound barrier 
its just like three 
Jamaican men shouting out (bombaclattt)
call that a thunderclap
now why be mad? I only used that for the rhyme scheme and... cont.

NotLoc 
I’m back on the track, I’ve had a new form awaken
Like I’m up from a nap, coming to attack, something so bad
I’ll take a risk(wrist), like I’m a handcuff, think I won’t, ain’t a damn bluff
But like damn Bun, I’m on that man stuff, tied up in my hair
Cause the smoke y’all bout to catch goes so high, it clouds my eyes
Cause I’m in the sky, just like a middle finger and your pants
I’m too fly, on a different plane than these lames, on the way to Dubai
But my slick shit and my lit flips they do buy, every time
That my lip slips, it’s like somebody died, but like in their will
I’m coming into mine, like in a cave and I’m bats, a bat cave
And like after Bane broke his spine, I’m back in the lab cont.

Pen': 
you wanna go against Pen'? -it's a setback 
self-sabotage, you walked in a death trap 
you wanna "mummy" me in a verse? bet that,
-i'ma hold you to it:  -death (w)rap.. been my "go-to" music. 
forever the reign, i'll drown 'em all with the run-off
we catchin' 'em slippin' knockin' 'em out if they punch wrong
guns drawn, and i'm gonna be keepin' it blunt, dawg..
-we gettin' the drop on 'em, comin' to arms, if trust-falls.
..fire inside oil spills sparked lighter, 
-ignited to char writers, trash rappers, bar-biters. 
-it's wrapped tighter, than triple-stranded barbed wire,
-while ya'll need a grip to rock in the groove, like car tires. 
yea, it's Pen' ..and-i'm-back-wit'-the-verbal-incineration 
bitter hatred uh, i'll body'-the-rappers-who-been-complacent 
and they been, uh, duckin'-these-rounds-like-it's-in-the-matrix
so they be, uh, findin'-body-parts-in-different-places. 
crumble the reign, 
..snuffin' the flame, nothin'll change 
cuttin' the drugs and the fame i'm doing this shit for the love of the game.  
uppin' the gauge, 
dumpin' the pain, up in ya' brain 
runnin' from somethin' insane, i'm chasin' 'em all to stomach the gains 
man you couldn't achieve in practice what i do for sport,
-cue the gore. 
been needin' somethin' to "flame-on" like the human torch, 
-fusin' swords. 
i'm really a cyborg made of a newly forged,
-mutant corpse 
draggin' the drama longer than they did with the punic wars 
DESERT STORM: I GOT 'EM LOCKED UP IN THE COBRA SIGHTS 
LETTIN IT BLAST: LEAVIN' 'EM ALL DEAD IN THE COLDEST NIGHT. 
LOADIN THE NINE, GRIPPIN' THE HANDLE AND IM HOLDIN' IT TIGHT 
..DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.. LIKE THE WAY THAT I GOTTA BE CHOKIN' THE MIC 
the shotty poppin' a body makin' 'em flip inna handstand
hop on a flight, uppin' the glock, when i'm runnin' from cops 
no skill involved, uhh, like in a game of Black-Jack: 
-poppin' a nine, off of the .12, it was luck of the draw. 
i been stupid, but Pen' do it, and then prove it 
ya' men wounded, the TEC shootin', the step fluid
reflect lucid, it's dense-rooted impress students, 
the best units select movements and excluded. 
it's Pen' 

Notloc
Yeah this is Loc with the outro, had Glum Pen and me
Hitting y’all with the Salvo, crippling and folding y’all
Like a calzone, we always beat em up until
We get the towel thrown, language so advanced it’s like
Malbolge, lighting fires and slipping through pursuit
You could say were tallow, from the deep when everyone else
Is stuck in the Shallows, but we ain’t a great white, we jaws bitch
A great Meg, see blood and we get the jump on it
Collided with hip hop, we turning it onyx
You can’t stop this, we worse than Boston Winter Hills
We were the departed, but now we’re back, making Bulger 
Look like a stand up soldier, anyone on to me, they… cont.

Notloc-MC Skittles

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