Untitled 3rd Drop from MATW95
As you can tell, I don't title my shit because I'm bad with that kinda stuff, so for future reference, if you've got an idea for a title, just drop it by. Thanks, and here's a drop:
Yo I went to the label I've been shopping my demo to
They said "You need ice for people to be down with you"
I said "Aight but what about the songs my man?"
They told me they'd deal with that when the time came, damn
So now I'm spending less time writing and more at the mall
And when I start writing, cell rings, cuz I'm expecting a call
From a guy in the clique they hired to hit the clubs with me
Roll on dubs with me, hit buds with me, but I'm not a thug you see
I'm a cat with a mind whose thinking hasn't been impaired
So everytime I recite my rhymes their faces say they're scared
And I tell them not to label me conscious, but the truth
Because the thug gimmick is rotten like Skittles on a kid's tooth
But they say it balances out with Common and Kweli,
Kanye and Mos, but I interjected and said "C'MON G
Akir, Tech, and I are stuck in the underground
Give us some light and we'll expose the real Hip Hop sound"
But they kicked me out the building and said "Never come back!"
I guess my vision's a dream and like Hov, it'll Fade 2 Black
This one isn't as personal as the first two drops I've got on here, but hey, a writer's gotta be diverse right?
As you can tell, I don't title my shit because I'm bad with that kinda stuff, so for future reference, if you've got an idea for a title, just drop it by. Thanks, and here's a drop:
Yo I went to the label I've been shopping my demo to
They said "You need ice for people to be down with you"
I said "Aight but what about the songs my man?"
They told me they'd deal with that when the time came, damn
So now I'm spending less time writing and more at the mall
And when I start writing, cell rings, cuz I'm expecting a call
From a guy in the clique they hired to hit the clubs with me
Roll on dubs with me, hit buds with me, but I'm not a thug you see
I'm a cat with a mind whose thinking hasn't been impaired
So everytime I recite my rhymes their faces say they're scared
And I tell them not to label me conscious, but the truth
Because the thug gimmick is rotten like Skittles on a kid's tooth
But they say it balances out with Common and Kweli,
Kanye and Mos, but I interjected and said "C'MON G
Akir, Tech, and I are stuck in the underground
Give us some light and we'll expose the real Hip Hop sound"
But they kicked me out the building and said "Never come back!"
I guess my vision's a dream and like Hov, it'll Fade 2 Black
This one isn't as personal as the first two drops I've got on here, but hey, a writer's gotta be diverse right?

