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AnyBody Can Rap!!!! Posted on 06-30-2008
treyslizzle

In this post just Rap. Give it a try. No topic. No Rules. Just write something no matter how long or short it is.
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C Nels replied on 07-01-2008 01:45PM [Reply]
I think she was referring to Esto.
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treyslizzle replied on 07-01-2008 01:56PM [Reply]
Life is so damn different, compared to now and then, cuz first Brenda had a baby, now its Keisha and Kim. In a life of drama and sin, we all take losses and wins, but I was brought up to win, so through the struggles I grin. Believe in a God I never saw, I try to give him a call, but he never answers his phone, so I usually get the dial tone. Look at the men with the brown skin, the whites call us niggggers, the blacks call us niggggas, the cops call us killers. with lashes on his back and chest, who would have thought or guessed, that he would come out even stronger, despite the pain and stress.
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treyslizzle replied on 07-01-2008 09:47PM [Reply]
oh. C_nels you gotta rap since you entered the thread.
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Estoban replied on 07-03-2008 10:52AM [Reply]
Nah, never that sis. Still the same old me. I just make music about all of my past/present experiences..Good and bad..You may not feel it or understand but someone out there does. Let me go into detail for you. Sister Tamera, to answer your question. I didnt change for the camera. Still the same Tr3 everyday. Government garraunteed like beef USDA. 706 still where Im from. 843 still where I stay. Do you remember "villain" by the way? Click back the page like turning the age to yesterday. Reverse the clock or speed it up. I stay the same. Like yin and yang both good and evil float in my brain. I smoke weed just to maintain. The only difference is my tolerence isnt the same. Instead of reggie. Now I smoke purp straight to the brain. Call it wrong but gas prices is wrong too. Plus my city is small and jobs are very few. I shouldnt even be on this site, I dropped out of high school. A lack of a diploma got it hard to buy food. Plus my daughter just hit two so terrible. Going on twenty. Greedy like her daddy eating plenty. One cant survive on pennies alone. So what if I ride with the chrome? One of the many things stressing my dome. I go to prison and my daughters alone. I stop hustling then we losin our home. And yeah I know I rap ok but no record deals coming. Sometimes I feel like Will running. Pursueing happiness. And still running. Stuck on a treadmill trying to keep meals coming. Until the day my heart stops and Im done in. I will do what I can to stack hunnits. Hate it or Love it. ~Tr3 Estoban~ The original. Never cloned. Never watered down. 150 proof. Till a coffin is my roof. ~Tr3 Esto~ I got something I will put up tomorrow that Im sure you will like Miss Tamera. My cd is called " An angel on my shoulder, a devil on my bacK" for a reason.
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Royaljb replied on 07-04-2008 03:12AM [Reply]
To My way Home by Kanye Headin' away from home I stop and see What my dreams could've been, possibly I've got to be, the best fish out the sea But I'm drownin in self doubt and low esteem And it seems, spinnin' rims and fly ******* Don't entice me, lookin' like daddy so Mama ain't likin' me, home is where the hate is The corner's where the cake is A corner of the devil's cake is sweet With the antifreeze, burnin' in a livin' hell But we steady countin' Gs, most hood rich but not wealthy And, cigarette butts show *****s is burnt out When will ignorance stop and pure knowledge come out? But I'm already gone, from the place I came from A spot they call home, no one sings the same song Moon shinin' on my head, drinkin' liquor by the whole bottle Drown all my tears and sorrow with one swallow, and it…
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Royaljb replied on 07-04-2008 03:23AM [Reply]
Just for fun...was bumpin American gangster when I wrote this. (Hmmm...kinda ****. Oh well) Success, better than the rest, aka the best Hot shells to the chest, you possibly will welcome death Yes, my rhymes got schemes to get paper I do dirty things to earn them pinky rings That bling got something in it What comes with it, sin, my crimes acquitted Do you like the way I'm livin? Cause I'm the one, not God's Son, bars heavier and bigger than Pun No pun intended, and, crimes committed Lives suspened in Limbo My kinfolk got guns longer than limos They can stretch you out, take you out Sink you to that underground house The dare is to open ya mouth And let them bad words out Mob mentality, guns cause fatalities Cut the brakes on ya ride, and that's the end of ya life Scene done, take five, Brubeck quartet Burn ya house down, that's breakin down the set I wreck, ill with the tecs, bullets buzz like hornets I'm on it, holdin the bullet with ya name on it...
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Sister Tamara from Davenport, IA replied on 07-13-2008 04:54AM [Reply]

Estoban wrote:
Nah, never that sis. Still the same old me. I just make music about all of my past/present experiences..Good and bad..You may not feel it or understand but someone out there does. Let me go into detail for you. Sister Tamera, to answer your question. I didnt change for the camera. Still the same Tr3 everyday. Government garraunteed like beef USDA. 706 still where Im from. 843 still where I stay. Do you remember "villain" by the way? Click back the page like turning the age to yesterday. Reverse the clock or speed it up. I stay the same. Like yin and yang both good and evil float in my brain. I smoke weed just to maintain. The only difference is my tolerence isnt the same. Instead of reggie. Now I smoke purp straight to the brain. Call it wrong but gas prices is wrong too. Plus my city is small and jobs are very few. I shouldnt even be on this site, I dropped out of high school. A lack of a diploma got it hard to buy food. Plus my daughter just hit two so terrible. Going on twenty. Greedy like her daddy eating plenty. One cant survive on pennies alone. So what if I ride with the chrome? One of the many things stressing my dome. I go to prison and my daughters alone. I stop hustling then we losin our home. And yeah I know I rap ok but no record deals coming. Sometimes I feel like Will running. Pursueing happiness. And still running. Stuck on a treadmill trying to keep meals coming. Until the day my heart stops and Im done in. I will do what I can to stack hunnits. Hate it or Love it. ~Tr3 Estoban~ The original. Never cloned. Never watered down. 150 proof. Till a coffin is my roof. ~Tr3 Esto~ I got something I will put up tomorrow that Im sure you will like Miss Tamera. My cd is called " An angel on my shoulder, a devil on my bacK" for a reason.
PRAISE THE LORD!!! I feel you Esto. So wass sup with that cd you was talking about??? Is that the same thing that you were referring to when you talked about putting something up tomorrow??? Or is that one of those "tomorrows" that people say, but it never comes??? :-)
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