Hey freaks.
Lurer på om noen kjeder seg og har lyst hate litt? Eller eventuelt legge igjen litt konstruktiv kritikk? Whatever that floats your boat
Er ikke noe pro' eller noe som helst, og vet at det tredje verset er kjempe klisje men shit au. Jeg koser meg iallefall.
P.S: Alle versene er keystyle (altså freestyle, bare med keyboard).
lock down your house - and turn on your alarm
but what the fuck youre gonna do when i cut your electric charge
somehow i managed to get in to youre garage
youre not in the position to call the cops when i burn out with your cars
tires squeeling down your driveway, and up the street
now you know the way that i am, i trottle deep
with my feet flat, yeah - puffin on my weed
im a weed lover but im addicted to speed
its weird, yeah i know i said that i was an addict
to speed, but i promise smoking's my only habit
i ment moving fast try to understand my language
you should all know to now the smokers is who i stand with
four two o (420), tattooed in my neck for life
and i will still get a Gods gift on my chest thats nice
you know i always wear the best of ice
in this rap game Lil Chill gon to be big as jesus-crist
and fuck those motherfuckers who doubt me making it
if i dont get the fame that i want i will be taking it
im baking it, taking it out the oven and feel the taste of it
hope you get the picture when i talk 'couse i cant paint for shit
and i aint that bitch just talkin crap on the mic
this is my life, or you can call this shit a fight
hustlin through the night while i know i can do righ
maybe i might - cheeeah just maybe i might
---
but this is Lil Chill, and i am gonna rip this beat to pieces
you have never seen a kid like me, not even if you met with jesus
i am better to write these rhymes, but still im talkin to the people
im like him in a way but i dont belive shit in god like he thought
remember my last verse? it ended that i quitted slipping
if me quitting crossing your mind you must be tripping
not today, not tomorrow, maybe some day in this month?
shit, i know myself good enough to know that i wont
i rather do shit all life than life doing shit to me
so you see me on the street, selling keef and weed
to my G's, and drinking beer with a speed you cant feel
cant belive this shit is real, but bitch this is Lil Chill
and now its new times, one new round to beat some beats
while you feel i broke in to your house at night and stole your dreams
but this is real, and the deal is you cant keep the speed i keep
and your dreams will be a dream if you just dream when youre asleep
---
im just taking the ink, and i throw it on the paper
let us see if it can make me, one of the greater
and most, hated later for all of my wicked rhymes
in all times, get infected of all my sick ass lines
they always will kick like mines, when you play my tunes
you feeling blue but it is true, it really sucks to be you
youre stuck number two, struggelig rough to bust through
wile i kick back, huff and puff and eat shrooms
this aint luck im just good, i have sucked now im smooth
been very much in the booth, cant count the drums ive produced
ive been so drunk that i puked, ive smoked more blunts than a few
you might think im lying but you can lick the dirt of my shoes
fred ut!
37 visninger, men ikke en eneste post eller kp? hm
Lurer på om noen kjeder seg og har lyst hate litt? Eller eventuelt legge igjen litt konstruktiv kritikk? Whatever that floats your boat
Er ikke noe pro' eller noe som helst, og vet at det tredje verset er kjempe klisje men shit au. Jeg koser meg iallefall.
P.S: Alle versene er keystyle (altså freestyle, bare med keyboard).
lock down your house - and turn on your alarm
but what the fuck youre gonna do when i cut your electric charge
somehow i managed to get in to youre garage
youre not in the position to call the cops when i burn out with your cars
tires squeeling down your driveway, and up the street
now you know the way that i am, i trottle deep
with my feet flat, yeah - puffin on my weed
im a weed lover but im addicted to speed
its weird, yeah i know i said that i was an addict
to speed, but i promise smoking's my only habit
i ment moving fast try to understand my language
you should all know to now the smokers is who i stand with
four two o (420), tattooed in my neck for life
and i will still get a Gods gift on my chest thats nice
you know i always wear the best of ice
in this rap game Lil Chill gon to be big as jesus-crist
and fuck those motherfuckers who doubt me making it
if i dont get the fame that i want i will be taking it
im baking it, taking it out the oven and feel the taste of it
hope you get the picture when i talk 'couse i cant paint for shit
and i aint that bitch just talkin crap on the mic
this is my life, or you can call this shit a fight
hustlin through the night while i know i can do righ
maybe i might - cheeeah just maybe i might
---
but this is Lil Chill, and i am gonna rip this beat to pieces
you have never seen a kid like me, not even if you met with jesus
i am better to write these rhymes, but still im talkin to the people
im like him in a way but i dont belive shit in god like he thought
remember my last verse? it ended that i quitted slipping
if me quitting crossing your mind you must be tripping
not today, not tomorrow, maybe some day in this month?
shit, i know myself good enough to know that i wont
i rather do shit all life than life doing shit to me
so you see me on the street, selling keef and weed
to my G's, and drinking beer with a speed you cant feel
cant belive this shit is real, but bitch this is Lil Chill
and now its new times, one new round to beat some beats
while you feel i broke in to your house at night and stole your dreams
but this is real, and the deal is you cant keep the speed i keep
and your dreams will be a dream if you just dream when youre asleep
---
im just taking the ink, and i throw it on the paper
let us see if it can make me, one of the greater
and most, hated later for all of my wicked rhymes
in all times, get infected of all my sick ass lines
they always will kick like mines, when you play my tunes
you feeling blue but it is true, it really sucks to be you
youre stuck number two, struggelig rough to bust through
wile i kick back, huff and puff and eat shrooms
this aint luck im just good, i have sucked now im smooth
been very much in the booth, cant count the drums ive produced
ive been so drunk that i puked, ive smoked more blunts than a few
you might think im lying but you can lick the dirt of my shoes
fred ut!
37 visninger, men ikke en eneste post eller kp? hm