jeg er en klasse under AMATØR for og si det sånn, men jeg prøvde faktsik og skrive en rap tekst dedikert til mange av mine kompiser som jeg vet sliter i hverdagen

Vers:
U got pissed so you smashed in the brick wall, now look what it did to your fist dog.
Blood pooring out from ur nucles, luckly u weared a bandana as a neckless.
Raining outside, blood pooring down, but that shit won't brake u down.
Use the bandana to whipe it off, but it's still all over U'r fuckin clothes.

Ref:
Go back to your moms house trying to hide yourself away.
Trying to make it trough another day.
Them sad motherfuckers bringing you down.
Them sad motherfuckers dragging you of your thrown
It's hard to trough this, I know it my friend.
But together will make it to the end.
It's hard to trough this, I know it my friend.
But together will make it to the end.

Vers:
Packing your backpack, gettin ready for school.
But it's hard to do it when you're not counted as cool.
Don't let'em fuck you up, don't let yourself fool.
Make your mind strong, show'em that you rule.
No dude don't do any harm, and remember what happened to your arm!
The damage would be much greater if you fight back, so don't give a shit and turn'em your back

Ref: (x2)
Go back to your moms house trying to hide yourself away.
Trying to make it trough another day.
Them sad motherfuckers bringing you down.
Them sad motherfuckers dragging you of your thrown
It's hard to trough this, I know it my friend.
But together will make it to the end.
It's hard to trough this, I know it my friend.
But together will make it to the end.

Er du usikker på hvordan du skriver det og det ordet, søk på Google. Ser så sinnssykt mye bedre ut med litt grammatikk inne i bildet.

Vet ikke helt hva dette er. Ikke har den tittel heller.
Tekst jeg skrev for en stund siden, hvertfall.



The freakshows of the act are all gathering up
With handtailored suitcases made in Japan for no extended reason
With rabbitmasks and zero gravity
Before all this, there was nothing but shades of blue and grey
There's no reason, no purpose, only a need to fill the gap
All the mountains are screaming, reaching higher than they are supposed to
The clouds are bringing them down again with their depressing, sarcastic laughs

In an almost post-apocalyptic breath, a vanity is born
Brought out by treason
Yes, I'm fine. At least that's what I'm repeating in my mind
I've felt better days
The clows are all lining up for what's gonna be the trip towards forever
With broken situations and painted sky
Breaching the shelter and they want to force my hand
To reach the fucking liars
I'm the last of my kind, running down the hillside

Yes, you're all invited!
Bring your fantasy and your most depressing thoughts
And we'll crawl through the post-normal once again
Step up, walk to the line
Lay all your personal affects in this basket so we can go on with this
Bring your fucked up thoughts and your mushroom-vision
And we'll try to die
Once again

You seem so sick, but there is nothing that can be cured
Are you happy with your current day to day situation?
Run from all the things and reach your final destination with your mind's eye
Skip to another zeppelin through a breach of destroyed mass
Carnivores having sex with feces

Yes, you're all invited!
Bring your addicted thoughts
And we'll crawl through the end once again
Step up, walk to the line
Lay all your personal affects in this basket so we can go on with this
Bring your fucked up thoughts and your mushroom-vision
And we'll try to die

He's mad.

En kveld, fire sentimentale timer, et hjerte blottet for offentligheten. Resultatet:

In West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh", and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Holmes, smell ya later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

Warmness & frost

Driving trough, what once seemed so true.
Smelling the smells, that connected me to you.
A fog of war - so cold, but yet so warm.
Every inch of my mind begins to swarm.

Finding the time, drawing the line - waking up in warm sunshine.
Sweaty from heavy drinking, cold from heavy thinking.
The light may seem brighter, but illusions are not rare.

I have to take time, finding my line.
The devil in the sun - red glaring - has got me on the run.

Escaping from what once was, searching for what can be.
Will it make me realise, will it make me see?
When everything is at it's darkest, that's when the light becomes clearest.

But find the strenght, to fight your own will.
Or make the decision and swallow the pill.
For some it may seem, like walking trough steam.
Shady and wet, memories from a dream.

I stumble trough stones, fighting the wolves.
Hearing the bells, from a far away church.
Is it real, or is it me.
The light may seem brighter, but illusions are not rare.


Closing my eyes takes me back.
I realise, life itself is like a heart-attack.
Sudden and hasty, and then it's over.
The questions are asked, but never answered.

Some say the soul will take it's own path, leaving the earth, finding it's home.
I once was a man, but now i'm lost.
Stuck somewhere between warmness and frost.

Okay, jeg har bestemt meg for å vekke tråden til liv igjen (?) og dele min egen sangtekst. Skrev den bare på noen minutter, for ideene strømmet plutselig. Har aldri delt en tekst før, så vet ikke om dette er en god ide, menmen... ^^ Håper ikke den er helt ræva... Uansett, hva synes dere om dette?

Now, I really didn’t think that
me in my position
would experience such hate
because of my ambitions

I have always been
thinking on my own
im proud that I've figured things out
my self, done it alone

I didn’t even know this
before a close friend told me
he hesitated, but decided to stand up
and warn me

and now i feel let down
cause I’ve always been respecting
i feel angry
cause its my fucking style you are correcting

this aint the way it should
cause i should be allowed
to scream my thoughts out
to an interested crowd

I'm just so fucking tired
of a smartass fucking lier
but in the end its okay
cause hate pushes me higher.

Exdama mi lå med det jeg trodde var en kompis, så etter litt mad-rage og noen rivoer våkna jeg med dette her på skjermen..

Kan ingenting om musikk generelt, men kjekt å få vite hva folk synes

X

når musen flykter fra ett synkende skip

er det vanskeli å se, dens skremte blikk

Når båten synker - skipet går ned

skulle musen vært ett annet sted

Nå settes foten ned

X





Kjent kriminell - satt alene en kveld

latet som han var kompis -

fortell- fortell

Det han ikke visste - at han er en liten mus

som kastet stein - glasshus -

Når en liten mus- knuser sitt hus

kan det kjennes ut -som livet går i grus



spiser på alt - gnager seg inn

musen alltid ute - etter andre sine ting

Fredag kveld - d smalt

Plutselig hva ser jeg, små mus overalt

Jeg har kjeller

- ned -

Hente feller..



løper rundt i ring - skjønner ingen ting

det musen ikke vet - flyttemelding

angående mus - er det en ting som gjelder

det er å tenke smart - sette opp mange feller

Musen ekke smart, rammes hardt -

Feller - Eneste som gjelder

Mørke kvelder..





X

når musen flykter fra ett synkende skip

er det vanskeli å se, dens skremte blikk

Når båten synker - skipet går ned

skulle musen vært ett annet sted

Nå settes foten ned

X





Vente litt,tenke litt - bruke vett

selv en mus - livets rett

smekk, ett knekk - musen vekk

Fellen over musen - mitt trekk

Fett med feller

Mørk kjeller..



Min tur - mus i bur

Vegger over alt - hvorenn den snur

her har du hus, her har du hjul

nå er du fanget - ute fra sjul

bruk hjulet lille mus - du kommer ingen vei

denne gangen er det onkel som gnager på deg



Nå sitter den der - spott og spe -

ingen spon i buret - kanke grave seg ne

løpe rundt å rundt -

eneste den kan

onkel har gjort mus av mann





X

når musen flykter fra ett synkende skip

er det vanskeli å se - dens skremte blikk

Når båten synker - skipet går ned

skulle musen vært ett annet sted

Nå settes foten ned

X



Pip pip ole....