I already posted this over on Giant Bomb, but figured I would duplicate it here because I use this site way more and I am a needy attention whore.
So over the last three days my friend and I have been working on making our first serious attempt at rap music. About an hour ago we completed it, figured I may as well post in here and see what you guys think.
Any responses are appreciated. We worked really hard on this, here are the lyrics.
Robert was robbed blind every time he got in line
At the lunch counter, got pounded when he caught the devils eye
So every day through 7th grade he prayed to make it to spring break
So he could take his conscious out of orbit and let it escape
He’d take all his frustrations and put them on tape
And drape poetry around mistakes to let them take shape
What would hurt became beautiful, his attitude more suitable
To shoot the goal he aimed for to become the undisputable.
Champion of his crucible, king of all things musical
With a stature to dispatch to detract from his fractured cuticle
So by eighth grade it was bye-bye beyblades and straight-A’s
His hey-days would be made to agape the gateways
His freshman year he was unrecognizable
Freestyles pulled a sizeable tidal of guys who liked his flow
Made all of his dough on weekends playing his local sold out shows
Opener to dope-for-sure when he’d throw his poetic prose
Rows upon rows drove down, just so they could see Rob up close
Didn't need to boast, he did it for himself, everything he composed
Father’s ghost was never there, his mother out having affairs
But the public loved it and they sent the chorus sailing through the air
Spotlights
When we soak in the rays we become godlike
When we litter the stage with all our dropped mics
Not like we bite with our bark
What’s left for us when it’s over and the spotlight goes dark?
Robert was robbed blind the first time that he laid eyes
On the vision of beauty that made him lose part of his mind
Took her out for fine dine, wasn’t old enough for wine
But he stole his mother’s whiskey however risky so she’d say “be mine”
Time after time inclined to have love defined through the white powder lines
And she stayed by his side, night after night, so swept up in a haze of smoke that it seemed alright
When on graduation night on a bed of used rubbers, Robert said to his lover that there would be no other
No longer would he suffer if he had her as a cover to smother out the pain that dripped off the end of his cutter
So after one more sex session he sputtered a suggestion
Through the stuttering he pulled out the ring and popped the question
Destiny says he’s blessed to be resting in ecstasy
Lest he be messed when he’s pressed by the pressure of the
Spotlights
When we soak in the rays we become godlike
When we litter the stage with all our dropped mics
Not like we bite with our bark
What’s left for us when it’s over and the spotlight goes dark?
(Hook twice)
Robert was robbed blind when he first got signed
Aligned with the hive mind, left his old life behind
Inclined to resign at the top of his prime
But still working the grind by the time he hit 35
Not like we bite with our bark
What’s left for us when it’s over and the spotlight goes dark
Parked in the lot, taking shot after shot
Exploring memory lanes corners that he long forgot
Bought his girl’s affections, but she went her own direction
Had a collection of guys that made her high off the injections
So now at the intersection of his failure and perfection
He reflects on not being there to witness cancer’s progression
In the womb that blessed him overwrought with infection that nested
Her face in his mind, his finger on the trigger, he depressed it
