Communal song writing

damn what lgbtq do to you

F*** LMAOOOOOO

I be forgetting that MFs be calling queer people that

gah damn

shermortal technique

I been switchin time zones
My sense of time gone
What day is it? I ain’t Kendrick
Pull out my phone
It’s Thursday. Oh well
I got s*** to say
Pull up that Drop a bar thread
They were in here the other day
Couldn’t find my work keys this morning
Like that 92 brick bar by Jay
Had to back track
Went back to the trap
The keys wasnt there
I’m gonna need a f***ing map
Went to my moms place
Steps was getting retraced
But the keys weren’t turning up
This s*** was really misplaced
Went to the dealership
Where they’re keeping my spaceship
I know I got a truck key there
I just gotta make it
Times a wastin
Got in the RAV4
Put the pedal to the dashboard
I was there in 10.6 seconds you fat w****
Found a key
Finally got back to my job
Got thru the whole day
And the key was on the ground at my job

I tried seeing DJ Paul last night but he flaked,
Didn't warn in advance, motherfucker is fake,
Burnt out from smoking weed and drinking for two days,
Got the boys back together, the memories are a haze,
I need to sleep and need a beat like I'm LL Cool J,
Get busy on the mic like MGK on April Fool's Day,
"Haha I can rap", except I'm really this nice,
That white boy just wanted p****, money to pay for the lights,
I respect it, but I can't co-sign what he spitting,
I got freestyles worth more than a lot of y'all writtens,
This a throwaway verse, and I got people askin for help,
To get they verses out the basement and onto the shelves,
I don't play with these f***boys, no Santa, no elves,
No toyin around, just reigning down Hell,
Spittin like I'm living my last days and this written,
Will be submitted as my mission before I end this transmission,
To prove that I was one of the illest alive,
Writing bullshit in the Bar Thread comin down from a high,

Yeah, woke up sippin' Wock', yeah
He sippin' on fake drop, yeah (He sippin' fake Wock')
This s*** around the clock, uh ('Round the clock)
Too high, I can't stop it
I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit (Ain't made deposit, uh)
Uh, boy, this an SRT, this ain't no Masi'

GOOD MORNING KTT

This ain't a war that you can win
Not by yourself for the souls of mortal men
Just killing time before the end
Inside the eye of the storm that roars within
Hold your breath and absorb it through the skin
Hold on for what's important; what's important? I forget

Feel like Barbie in this simile
The way my enemies are kin to me

Tried to fix this Jay line:

Like the sun around the earth, it revolves
Dear Brutus, the fault isn't ours

Jack Harlow

Busted A-F in these Forces
Still walk her back to the fortress, how can I afford this
Barely legal and the pad is enormous
Yeah it cost a fortune, keep that in mind like endorphins

BLP Kosher

Stylin' all in Italian, I'm off that molly, whopped
Push the F**gio down the strip like I gotta mop
Going dumb, but it's not COD; i got special opps
Cross the pond, James Bond, I'm slingin' poppycock

DJ Lucas

Yeahhhhh, she raise her pinky when she take it out
I'm with them art hoes, dilettantes, and layabouts
It's DJ Lucas, hit a stain it's cause I'm sprayin' Shout
In your driveway, rolled up like a paper route

Aesop Rock

The kind of ilk that curdle the cows milk
Payback's a b****, whatever amounts bilked
But by all accounts, the yarns are wound silk
Type of spoiled rotten that got you hounds sick

everybody should be feeling the inspiration after the writer’s workshop Earl provided

Memories fade away over time,
when we die they dissipate from our minds,
The years will put a weight on the spine,
Like we add weight to space in our lives,
All the pain you gotta wait for the rhyme,
I participate in the line,
Lotta different parts to play in a grind,
everybody had a place in the crime,
turned the litter and the waste to a shrine,
they found a kind of hidden strength in divine
Then they pass around a plate for the tithes,
regardless gotta take when its mine
Shouldn’t linger at the base of the slide
Another kid coming straight from behind

just yesterday
got on my knees
and i prayed

god had no answers for me

sat there and cried
ma wiped the tears
from my eyes
and told me
to just

believe

How did this get that many likes? Was it an inside joke?

Usually I’m Joe Biden (so he’s rapping, he’s Flow Biden) but right now I’m just being mentally ill online

Absolutely

Sounds like Benny The Butcher

I’m working from home

Taking a Publix sub to the dome

Homemade OJ on the desk

Bout to stab some white people in the chest