Seth's World

If I were allowed on a track with Fifty which is iffy enough without thinking Eminem’s with me.
I’d have to have a rhyme that was the best this century to represent the inspiration rap has meant to me. Dig me?
Big me making it all the way to Detroit city. On holiday rhyming away ignoring the starstruck rap fan in me pretending
To hold the rap down while holding the track up so that the listeners can get exposed to all the intensity this track we’re on supposed to host.
And I’d take that flow from coast to coast in the stanza that I’m on like I’m a roadie who’s been doped up. Once I start I’ve got the heart to never stop till you notice…

There’s 50. There’s E.
It’s all down hill from here for me.
There’s only one other star in the sky to see
Then I wake up in Franklin ’cause it’s just a dream

Here’s the song. http://youtu.be/cN4fNaUAMbA

This is a throw away rap for entertainment.

Name me “terrorist” because I spit explosives.
My attitude can’t fly it’s so corrosive.
The patriot act doesn’t cover me
Because I pledge allegience to nothing peaceful.

I wear jeans and I soldiered on.
But I don’t have that job so the smoulders on.
Everywhere I look at Americans it’s face to palm.
It’d be a fine island if you fuckers weren’t on it.

I’m not the Be attitude in your bonnet.
I’m the future caravan. Get your white ass on it.
The bandwagon out the sand when you face the truth.
I’m Keyser Soze then I vanish. Poof!

Rub the bottle and I pop up.
It’s three of your wishes then I’m fed up.
You better sooth the spirit when you’re walking near it.
If you don’t fear it, you’ll get your cranium cleared out.

Explode in your brain like I’m rocket science.
You let me in so go get compliant.
Make a nice tight seal so you can keep this thought.
The future got bought up. I’m getting you caught up.

I’m at the top in my pin stripe get right
Everything I do to you invites your spitefullness.
I smile and clap cause you’re so delightful
when you’re pissed like that it’s like you’re wearing diapers.

The way your wisdom works it’s quite the same.
You claim history but it’s a future’s game.
You didn’t recall the facts of the world at all.
It’s a jab from my left but you see a southpaw.

Pack up last call. Drinking off your glass jaw.
Is that all, packing in the cab yelling “asshole”.
Thinking my freeze will thaw like I’m a TV dinner
Try to feed on me and get apprehended.