Минутка рекламы. Но на самом деле, просто хочу познакомить вас с Полом (Paul), начинающим рэппером из Великобритании. К сожалению, до микро он пока не добрался, но лично я очень жду этого момента. И пока он не может записываться, он строчит текста для фристайлов и ремиксов. И мне многие из этих текстов очень нравятся (собственно, поэтому я о нём сегодня и пишу). Да и не мне одному, ведь его ценят и поддерживают такие ребята, как например David Amaya с RapRadar.
Заценить то, что он пишет, вы можете в его блоге - здесь.
Если вам нравится - поддержите парня, он не только отличный человек, но и талант у него есть. Не зря ж он рос на треках Mos Def, Slaughterhouse, Eminem и других признанных рэп-лириков.
И для этого поста Paul предоставил нам два экслюзивных фристайла, которые вы можете прочитать ниже.
Итак, "Familly Issues"
He Ain't Been In This Much Trouble Since 9th Grade
When He Was Caught In The Playground Dealing Cocaine
He Had To Make It One Way Or Another
To Feed His Mother And Little Brother
But Was Sold Out To The Feds By His Cousin
That Lead To Murderous Thoughts
Sitting In Prison, Mind It Was Lost
He Was Gon Come Out Swinging
Bringing The Heat With 'Em
To The Reunion, Assuming He Turned Up
Coming Of The 5 Year Bid
Trying To Live, He Was Gonna End His
Send His Mac 10 Bullet's To His Brain
Goddamn Right, This Boy Was Insane
But He Ran In To Him In The Street
Had The Heat With 'Em, Cocked It Back
And Said "I Got Some Issues Fam
Say Hello To My Pistol" Damn
And Shot Em Up Right There
Pleaded Guilty, Did The Filthy
And Got Sentenced To Life
First Night In Jail, Got Hands On A Knife
Goodnight
И вот ещё два фристайла:
Everybody Down Freestyle
Mic Check One Two Three
Let's Get This Lyrical Murder Under Way
You Better Pray For Help
Or I'll Take You Out Myself
The Rest Of Your Crew Ain't Number 2
So How Can You Be Number One
This Is All Fun, A Fucking Playground
It's Easy, Run Up To You And Your Crew, Everybody Down
I Spit That Fire, Like Molten Lava
A Survivor Throw Me In Shark Infested Water
I'll Wear A Chain Made Out Of They Teeth
When I Come Out, On The Mic I Dumb Out
When It Comes To Writing 16's I Always Show Out
Throw Out The Weakness, Get Rid Of The Leeches
I'm Trying To Promote Freedom Of Speech
Reach This Generation, But For Now I'm On A Lyrical Rampage
Give Me The Mic, Man I'm Ready To Tear Up The Stage
With These Rhymes I Make Change, No Copy And Paste
No Imitating I'm Creating My Own Image
Fuck A Hook (Sun Doobie Freestyle)
Yeah, My Pen And Pad, Is All I Have, And All I Need
Keep Your Gat, I Don't Need It To Protect My Back
I'm Wilding Crazy Like I Was Shady Back In '99
Let's Rewind Time Back Then
I Got That I Don't Give A Fuck Attitude
Diss Me, I'll Lyrically Savage You
Eat Your Heart, Then Spit It Out, Taste Of Fakeness
Rape This Beat, And Pillage Your Whole Album
No One Is Safe, Yeah Yeah I Spit That White Stuff, No Talcum
Hunting For The Prey Like A Falcon
With The Silence, No Held Needed, Not Even God Guidance
Not Trying To Influence Violence, I'm Against It
I Just Believe In Fighting Against The Recklessness
And The Fakeness, Of These Corny Rappers
They Claim They Got That Shit, But Got Nothing Like Empty Pampers
This Is Like Bringing A Pen To A Gun Fight
Of Winning, You Got As Much Chance Of Charlie Sheen Laying Of Drugs
Which I'll Never Happen, Quite The Damn Yapping
Or I'ma End It Quick Like The Flick Of A Switch
No Bitch In Me, Nothing Fabricated
By 10 Years, I'll Be Rated And Made My Spot In Your Top 10
Fuck A Hook, Yeah Yeah Fuck A Hook
I Got So Many Stories I Could Write A Fucking Book
But Look, I'd Rather Spit A 16 Then Write A Biography
There's Nothing Stopping Me
From Planning Ahead, And Killing You MC's Dead
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