The Beginning

One-Take recording by now Lyrics: Yeah, Broxas - Trappin' back into the cypher might be way to complex for you to decipher Stinging like a bee and bites like you a viper Bringin in some rhymes, you gon' need some diapers Hell - now i'm just getting hyper I'll put em lines on my car and under your wiper For me, starting as random and not as writer it's like kinda embarassing to have you right up--- the memory lane, this is the rap game, not a fellony race be a disgrace, get up my face, ease not to be phased, try to fuck up my work, i'm really not much of an asshole just a man of my words. You man up and curse, gang up and worse Gun up and hurt, yourself. it's like a curse.... Well suck up and lurk, back up your birth No luck, it's gon' hurt, make you revert Some. Choices. me? i'm ----doubletime- Bubbeling troubeling feel it get up my inner thing it's like walking and barkin and then evenly discerning things Bobbin forth and back tracks, get me distract (-ed) Then workin back, know everybody else gets smacked -and- ----|doubletime| CRACK! The sound of me poppin in your window getting all rockin and acting like Michael Winslow DVVT DVVVT, Robot Sound. Teeth, like a rover hound, beginning of end inbound the stuff that i'm typing, the way that i'm biting without all the love from "i" i think i wouldn't be writing The stuff that i write. keeps me going like a kite the stuff that i write, is blowing up like dynamite as the crushing 'realize' - that you've only been played -i came fucking up your mind. I thought you had relays. I'm killin' the hype and start up a craze. And all of you try muchs will crack, be erased Fuck up, buck up, i'm coming in like a truck, uh. Being genious like a suc-ker, even envious like i mocked god no- i didn't, i'm just playing fiddle, with your minds -'umm i spit out my words like a paradiddle. -[u]h Come, give me this riddle, and try to be less obvious talking right to you, let me be that cruel, maybe i'm ominous. Me, an insominac, to make that track. NO That shit was finished in a no-go - Time kinda like a crime. having myself init them rhymes, feelin' it like the chimes hitting all of them lines, let's give me some breathing time... (Breathing) the stuff that i'm typing, the way that i'm biting without all the love from "i" i think i wouldn't be writing The stuff that i write. keeps me going like a kite the stuff that i write, isn't as bad as shite as the crushing 'realize' - that you've only been played -i came fucking up your mind. I thought you had relays. I'm killin' the hype and start up a craze. And all of you try muchs will crack, be erased ©'Broxas Not a finished one, just a one-take to give some kind of direction Beat By https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wx6wvpsCkx0 (sped up by 1.45x)