Here goes guys!! Im'a try to rap!



Lyrics:

Let's do sum let's go take a walk
Hit her with that stick knock that pussy out the ballpark
You's a lil fish in the sea Im a big shark
Lights out Body bag now you afraid of the dark

I don't know, whatchu want you didn't say nun to me
Tote the pole, up the score cause your racks so skinny
44, barrels chrome and the clip extended
100 more rounds in your home now your life just ended

(Yeah) you aint ready for this shit
I be ballin for a minute I be steady in this bitch
Cause your girl come home to me and we've been steady for a bit
How we silent in this room like aint nobody celibate

Sippin that ciroc fish fillet with some dry gin
She pulling on my snake spread the buns then I slytherin
Stacking all these racks in the duffel I cant fit it in
Eating all these rappers for dessert, aint no "din din"

(Aye) Whatchu gonna show me
Holy moly beat yo cado's up like it's guacamole
Up the glock make him fold and he do that roley poley
So whip the "Testarossa" you can call me Axel Foley

Bitch I eat the ravioli cause I'm trappin out the cut
Going back to back again cause she suckin up my nut
Club go "Rah Rah Rah" when I "Jus Hav Fun"
Smoke that Za Za Za choppa spray you gotta (...duck...)

(Ayo) This shit is so classic
Suckin on my pickle she be taking off the plastic
Its like a bouncy castle back shots on the mattress
Where my blunt? Where my cup? man i think you gotta pass it

(Woah) Alcohol got me spastic
(Aye) Lay my ops in a casket
(Lay) Hella drugs gotta bag it
Bag it up Bag it up Bag it up Woah!!!!

Duck

When im in my element/LMN im op
So dont think you are as/QRS good as me
My rapping grade an A because I’m everything they couldn’t be/B
You should’ve seen me coming but you wasn’t tryna look for me
Do not forget I got Washingtons like Booker T


Like Monopoly I take a hundred when I pass by
I got more shooters in michigan than the Fab 5
I say whatever i want on songs then get chastised
Claim you 1 of 1 we not believing in that lie
This Iron Fist got Power Man give you a black eye 
Like Luke Cage im bulletproof feel like I can’t die
You mad I don’t think you the goat you not that guy
Protesting to make you madder/matter like black lives

I’d turn you to a picture on the wall but you cant hang
I could put a arrow to you your head but you aint aang
Red stain on a white shirt but it aint paint
I’ll have you throwing up blood like you gang bang

Ima record the gun action then send him a/cinema film
Direct the cut/Director cut to you so I can continue the thrill
I know this Smith pink it/Pinkett still getting you killed
Then aim for another man have you feeling like Will

Like hulk the green protect me when im not happy
So run the wallet out your jacket all that and 
Like a retired lumber jack im not asking/Axing 
You wont up pole swear that gun you got fashion
Wearing True Religion a belief that I practice 
I could rhyme at dawn/ramadan eat beats im not fasting
And I feel like im the teacher of my class
This gun the bell this missing/dismissing you will not happen

Put me in the game and i swear im player of the year
Me and beats go together like hands in a prayer
Get called Uzi thanks to my hair
so thanks to Symere
And just in case my name wasn’t clear 

It’s LiL HeKtiK

Cinema Freestyle (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

prod oddwin
shoutout oddwin
i feel like oddwin

LYRICS---
i got status in my hood, what you talm bout
doing shit you neva could, so you pressed now
im an all star player, i cant try out
im outside and getting money, u should try it
I got VV on my neck, ice cold, shout out VILEX
i keep circles tight, close ring, like a moshpit
up inside the booth, 9 to 5, ima clock in
little mac ass nigga, need a breather ima punch in
why you frontin nigga?
i got honey showing boobies when i slide in nigga
know i got the stick on neutral when im riding nigga
got two commas in the bank im gettin many figures 
what, where yo mans at
you aint got no motion where yo fans at
all this shit off the dome where the track at
bad hoes and niggas getting to that bag in my groupie
treat my shawty like a tailor cause she finna suit me
dont go telling on the boys keep it in the loop please
they ask who the man is you know they assume me
they know we gone get to drilling
when i push up in that tank
im the general you answer to me
nigga whats your rank
smoking on that trash bag zip
nigga this shit stank
chief keef, haha, when im
walking to the bank
all i do its turn it up
when im workin on some crank
dat nigga, smokin green kush
yeah, this shit dank
smelly kitty shawty feral
tell that ho i know she rank
shawty selling pussy for the low 
found her up on gank now
know i two step on the block 
this a breakdown
i aint been on funny shit 
so oddwin hit yo dance now 





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ARISE / SOARING FREESTYLE (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

(Had to record this shit sick my fault but we still move)

Swear all y'all niggas is getting booked
The smoke gon come wit fire I must be cooking, y'all grilling looks
The spite keeps me motivated like alla y'all bit the hook
Infinite power strength to devour all y'all lil ghouls 

I feel like I'm supercharged

Y'all niggas cosplay like you is the bar
How easy we jump over you 
Feel like y'all gon get out-barred, by my dog 
7 ppg dirk ass all-star
Feel like Kendrick when I play dis beat back like this shit hard (THIS SHIT HARD) 

Feel like y'all niggas got pull tabs got me itchin' to pull cards 
Deck is full of spades like how y'all niggas got no heart 
Excuses off the hip the way y'all twitchin’ to stop sumn
Never content wit what y'all got y'all itchin' to cop sumn
To fill the void in your heart but y'all cant really stop the

Real shitty feelin
When you see sumn better its real revealing
Hard not to be petty you can't conceal it
Not no makeup y'all ain't sittin' pretty

Y'all duckin' the hard work
This built offa bars first
Get carried by beat selection y'all thinkin y'all stars
Im tryna see all y'all stars burst
Causing a ruckus please excuse my outburst (I apologize for my outburst)

It ain't my fault that all y'all making the same songs
Writing the same wrongs
Patience is low
My song bang like bass drums
Y'all straight bums

Y'all must be celiacs the way you dodging stray crumbs 
But somehow the moolah the goal goddamn jus' create sumn

Jus' go and make sumn
Before you run yo mouth
Y'all niggas talkin but don't know what y'all be talkin bout

See jealousy in between 
The jokes and the petty digs
Wishing for niggas downfall
Got me screaming out GOD DID

Man, God really did that
A nigga boutta snap no time for chit chat
I'm boutta take a nap I'm boutta sit back
N'relax
Decompress, detach
Hope when I get back at least like, fifty on my lap 

(Nah i'm jus playin' tho. Nah but for real what's yall favorite like, starburst flavor? Cause mine's definitely not red. Might be yellow.)

"Covid Flows" - Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologize.

Lyrics:

They don't knowwww

[weird breathing]

You don’t know it yet but my flow insane
If I don’t have motion I go insane
If I’m hangin with the pros I’ve conned the game
In layman’s terms I’m kind of a lame (bitch)
Don’t give a damn if you feel me
Melt yo ass on wax, candlelit vigil whenever I come with the flame
I’m doin my thing, you hoppin online and making yourself look strange (strange)
Out here fallin for bait, spreading some hate and now you wanna act like a saint? (Tough)
Y’all gotta be playin, y’all only get paid from the lottery playin
Never walking the walk, some of y’all just pacin
Some of y’all not even gangsta adjacent
Some of y’all cappin like hoes, just save it (cap’n)
Bottom of the barrel and I’m sick of the scrapin (scrapin)
Try me, better pray I miss, light em up with the lasers, lookin like a rave (woo)
Day to day keep folks out of my space (woo)
Mayday crashout, jump out the plane (woo)
Then jump in they house when I need my payment
Park em like a driveway, put ya man under the pavement (bitch)
That mean I’m cementing my spot
More concrete than you boys, wassup? (Crete)
Fahrenheit 451, when I come with the fire   these niggas be losing the plot (brrrrr)
I hate ya momma, I hate ya pops and I even the way you walk and you talk
All you chronically horny online niggas, please think outside the box

Pussy

On Bro - Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

Lyrics:

Searchin for purpose, I ain't learn shit but earn cents, keeps the world turnin
Burdened to spend these dividends just to rest my head leaves it on a swivel, on the road, workin
What’s it really worth when time spent makin a wage sees you frayed, every days left with burnt ends
Or spurned friends, felt betrayed by a third shift
Learned quick, I need more in life than paid rent

So what else do I need?
I’m playin all my cards, i don’t got a pot of greed, only fees
Burnin’ C’s in my bank by the degrees
I can’t breathe without a debt or credit, bill to settle, please
I’d rather be at peace or fast asleep, happily 
Rapping like oddwin, or choppin up some beats 
Anything to free myself, get the help to be at ease
Im just tryna find my serenity

Rifts in my spirit kept me adrift
No closer to Heaven, while hell is a healthy distance 
I sense that life is a promiscuous bitch & you can miss ya chance to hit being apprehensive
I’ll risk it all again for the right percentage
Cuz it’s less about the win, & more what I got to give & that’s a life full of sins not worth repentance
Cuz where would I begin? My pockets still got lint

So what do I deserve?
Drenched in all these blessings, yet my life’s a living curse
Spirits hurt, healing nerves severed 
several still infirmed, what’s the cure
When my pockets make all positives reverse?
My techniques in the works but my energy is purely Inferno,
It burn slow in hopes I never turn cold
Whatever it takes for me to be at ease
I promise imma find my serenity

Serenity Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

Lyrics:

Squeegee that bitch 
And I watch that boy bubble
Lets rumble this bitch 
That boy stuck in some rubble
Suppresin’ the stick 
Gotta keep the joint subtle 
Akimbo the blicks 
Now it’s double the trouble (Huh, hey) 
Bitch im eatin too good 
Yea my dinner too supple 
My bitch is too hood 
And she stressin’ me out 
Got me growin’ some stubble 
You a down bad pussy 
You was chattin’ on bumble (Ay)
Hammer in my palm
Like a handyman 
Hood up in the dark cuz 
Im fitting in 
Then I shoot my shot 
And I'm hitting them 
9 pops then he drops 
He not fifty cent 
Gotta hunt 
For my lunch 
Sucker punch 
Heard a crunch 
Have a hunch 
That i'm the one 
That is winning then 
Right hook to the face 
My hooks in yo ear 
Will hook you up 
Right in 
Like the candyman 
I say what I want 
As long as the word rhymes 
And the rhyme’s are saucy (Ay)
Yo bitch’s bodies a barbie 
Her tits are all fake 
And her skin is too glossy (Ay)
My baddy is bad 
No fake shit 
All natty and her 
Titties dont sag (Uh)
Straight doped outta mind 
When I take shit 
Got me puttin’ all of my 
Chips on black 
Why all these pussies deluded 
Zooted 
Keepin’ they music all muted 
Booted 
They losin’ this shit 
They knew that 
If they posted shit 
That they would just lose it 
Who coulda seen it coming 
Something so shitty 
Like it is plumbin’ 
All of this music 
Ain't no one bumpin’
None of mine either 
So I guess that is it 
Guess that is it (Ay, yuh)

Squeegee - [Oddwin Rap Contest 2024]

oddwin this beat is ethereal

i don’t curse

lyrics:

jump in the booth to my right, my right hand man he’s ready to spin let’s get it

clear out the room cuz i might need a medic
i let that slide, and you lucky i let it (okay let’s get it)

i love it when they take the credit (let’s get it)
you lucky you don’t really get it (let’s get it)
the time on my wrist with a patek (let’s get it)

the time on my wrist it’s a vision
i shoot with precision like i’m on a mission 
you not even trying to listen 
there’s fish in the sea and i’m wishing somebody don’t send me to prison for murders i did on the beat

i’m bouta hop in the V
nobody stepping to me
God on my side, G-O-D
not gonna stop on the beat i’m elite, let’s get it

(okay)
i get the lettuce, the brussel
flex in the whip & they see all the muscle
(okay)
step in the ring ima tussle 
bread by the loaf, it’s a part of the hustle
(okay)
spit on the beat get a muzzle
can’t talk a lot with your face on my knuckle
(okay)
i’m at your porch like i’m russel
we found a match and they call it a couple

pushing me down and i came out the rubble and my money doubled, i promise you don’t want no trouble

benjamin frank in the duffel, i’m grabbing my shovel, i’ll die before i try to scuffle

i drip when i walk, it’s a puddle (let’s get it)

i made a play so they call in a huddle

they never been through the struggle

know that im lookin above it, lets get it

LETS GET IT (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

Uncle J