Song me and my best friend Fiphel did for the WTMC Talent Show.
Lyrics Below Enjoy. 

Verse 1: Ciddy
So I’m the new kid in school, here I come a first year,
I get to choose what I do, hope I don't become cursed here,
Diverse in who I converse with, I’m being sincere,
Though when I’m rehearsing a verse, you'll think “Man, that kid's weird!”
I’ve heard worse, and more perverse, and even much more severe,
It's just the sheer fact, of being jeered at by you peers,
Though I’m weird, I’ll persevere, I’m just making that clear,
On every tier, my sweet dears, I’m gonna be the man you revere!
Don't interfere with my plans, I’ll hold a grudge for so long,
You'll have to fear this new man, the slightest nudge could go wrong,
You even push me a little bit, I’ll be out over the edge,
Then comes a bull rush of wit, and it'll drive a mean wedge,
Right through your skull to penetrating your brain,
I pull it out, there's no number for, rating the pain,
Just call me Zeus when I let loose, I ain't telling no lies,
From where you are, I'd advise it unwise to arise,
I’ll hit you so hard, print punchlines under your eyes,
I have a hunch you'll lose your lunch when 'thunder' sounds from the skies!

Hook:
I roll with the cold winds blowing my way,
Exposing the emotions I’ve been stowing away,
Filling the page, killing the stage,
You know we do this everyday...

Verse 2: Fiphel
When I spit in the mic it becomes my handsaw,
I’m a sundae you cherries just can't top,
You're a sheep, I’m a shepard, I eat your lamb chops,
I hate the love, take a club, to a fan mob,
I can't stop, spitting rhymes that'll beat your pants off,
Till the day Hannah Montana is a great grandma,
I’ll be changing lives, like Hancock,
We at a standoff, you shall not pass Gandalf!
I'd rather drink a Mountain Dew than the Fountain of Youth,
You've got a second to hide as I count to two,
When I find you, Imma chew you out the booth,
These clowns and I could do fine without you,
Jaws hot enough to cook you so I’m eating you raw,
Flow so cold, you put it in the freezer to thaw,
I’m in the seat of ul-timate power, leaving my mark,
Then I’m leaving you all, believe it or not,
You gon' be weezy and coughing, pleading to God,
for mercy, call me a gardener, when I’m done weeding you stalk-ers,
I’ll burn you leaves and all, you weeds can call,
My rhymes 'Round Up', “He must be Woody, y'all!”
If I’m woody I must be a tree, or at least that tall,
You can't mark me, you're declawed,
The only employee that's a boss, knock out your teeth and then floss,
And y'all are still smoking weed, 'cause what you breathe is what you are!

Hook X2

P.S. Thanks to Valentine Beat Productions for the beat, and you can check out Graham's stuff here! @originatemusic

Killin The Stage

My first song ever recorded with my friend MPD. Enjoy and say honestly your opinion.

Relish the moment

Lost in my own reality with no way to escape. I am Truly Delusional. 

The Delusional Man