Stress Release : Blunts And Beats

[HeDGi]

I literally tend to write at least a verse every single day.
Figured id post some of them here every so often to see what the people of VsN think.

Feel free to post your own as well.

Clock ticking by the second and the hour, fiddna hit the showers..
Stress release..
Over blunts and beats.
Till next week.
I'll be in the stu, mixin the heat.
Im like gumbo,
a variety when It comes to dumbflow. Labatomy,
to these kids that attendendin my gunshow.
Flexin.
don't be suprised when I let the pen flow,
writing wills for these rappers...
then serve em wheels on meals when the industry come after.
My artform. Complex. Smartform. Context. Present.
Past that but its kinda irrelevant.
A settlement.
Was made between my pen and my pages.
We swore to save the good kids from these blasphemous stages.
Some shit that you could vibe to.
Till the end of the ages.
For the people that's listening.
Please understand what rage is...
Anger with the pen.
peace wins the war.
So I challenge the to a joust.
Pen as the sword.
No complaining when they announce.
Im accepting awards...
Get ya ink up.
And I ain't talking tattoos...
Fuck you thinking?
Fischer price makes mics for the shit you speaking.
I don't need a Mic.
When I spit you can feel the beat breathing..
Who's up?

 

[Hasselbeck]

Forwarding this thread to Kendrick Lamar.

 

[Aso]

:golfclap:

 

[MvP]

The lyrics do nothing for me but I added some flow to it in my head while I read it and it sounded dope. Much better than the typical raps you see online that just rhyme the last word and that's it:

Pull up to the block in my brand new Bugatti
Bad bitch along side me sure is a hottie
Threw out the Bugatti, copped me a Benz
Time to end this rap I gotta make amends

:facepalm:

 

[HeDGi]

Forwarding this thread to Kendrick Lamar.

Relapse. My pen overfloweth,
Back to banging beats my homies told me to go with.
Was getting used to the classics they were so easy to flow with.
Game evolved, my lyrical talent has overgroweth,
Shoes to big for my feet, mouth to big for my teeth,
Still actin a ass, boy better go take a seat, when I overdose on lyrics,
A late teacher,
Tardy party,
Get loose so I party hardly,
When the pen drops my...
Whitlock comps these competitors until they can't compete.
Tired of the Ametures, so im building parameters higher than these cliffs and mountains you can't defeat.
Take a walk in my shoes, better yet try these cleats,
Im running back, you quarterbacks hand it off,
Know im elite!
No, I delete, then re write,
Until I peak,
Said it a million times, done talking, I came hear to speak,
No rebuttals, debating underrating instigating, im rain you puddles.
Kids splashing in your words cause it's easy,
Dissect my lyrics then surely you'll find im like mistique,
Got a sharp tounge, and I camouflage my physique.
No flexin. But it's apparent that im obsolete,
Macintosh to the apple, im the core,
Plant a seed, then retreat,
Since lyrical ammunition is what I retrieve,
Until they hear my call and believe,
That the apple didn't fall to far from the tree.
Swear im going down as one of the best in history.

Make sure he gets that one as well.

 

[Len G]

this nigga Hedgi still doin' it! hlawd: