Open Mic: MIDDLE CHILD

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   A lot goin on...
Shit been... fuck it.

Maybe another time.

Some shit on my mind, takes time to explain
A lot of these rappers can't stay in they lanes
I'm caught in my prime, these rhymes are insane
Can't fade wit these bitches who play wit my name
They don't know what's real, they don't know the deal
The hotter I get's like the colder I feel
I ride for my fam till I'm skiddin' the wheels
Loyal as fuck till you fold for the mill
I told you the drill... you still went n' goofed
I kick in the door n' I crash through the roof
These rapper's are funny, they tracks're like spoofs
I'm whippin' to Bowie, an eighth in my shoe
And a gram in a paper, I toke for good luck
You can't ever break me, I don't give a fuck
Ya bars're recycled, the cycle is stuck
The track's sound the same cause the clout came above... (facts)

I don't really see you in my league...
Thinkin' that you run the fuckin game...
Got ya'll bitches droppin' to ya knees...
Flexin' hunnit's you ain't even made...

I don't really get it, like damn what's the point?
You droppin' these albums that can't disappoint
The second I stream it, I wanna rewind it
Pretend I ain't peep it, n' roll up a joint
My God's honest truth, intentions are harsh
My only focus is rippin' apart
Every artist I read up about in the mags
These new youngin's suckin', we know you all cap
So go get a tat, n' go tote a glick
Post it on IG and Twitter for clicks
The only damn time that you get the attention
Cause clearly the music ain’t doin’ the trick (shit...)
This why I keep to myself
Mind my own business and gather my wealth
This fraudulant bullshit is bad for your health
If you knew bout Nas, it ain’t too hard to tell...

I could never put you on my side...
You would just be fakin’ on the real...
I don’t wanna come out wit these flows...
Cause everybody poppin’ wanna steal...

Can’t put it to words, my spirit unleashed
I’m hungry and angry, im grittin’ my teeth
Don’t spit for the streets, just tryna supply
My family n friends wit the life that they need
This shit is important to me n my crew
We ain’t grow up eatin’, but now that we do
I see shit has changed, this shit ain’t an art
Too many posers, it’s fallin’ apart
I never got lucky, I’m still tryna see
How you can’t see difference between you n me
I give what I got, you ain’t got shit to give
A smile on the face is what matters to me
But now we a jungle of rappers who do it
Some here to play, n’ other’s to prove it
The links in your bio’s are wired wit stupid shit
We had a platform, but you went n ruined it... (damn...)

I don’t know just what the future holds...
Someday everybody gon’ be dead...
I’m just tryna break the fuckin’ mold...
But you would rather troll online instead...

This shit is tired out.
The real voices ain’t heard no more, but the fake ones speakin’ the loudest.
Where’s our room to make a change in this shit?
Trolling n’ memes be poppin’ more than authenticity.
Shit really is just a game...

Now more than ever.

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Elite Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Superior Member Joined: 16 February 2014 Location: US Status: Offline Points: 3340 Crew: eNtiTy Audio Rank: #3 Stats: 5-0-0 Form: WWWW	Post Options Post Reply Quote Elite Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Topic: MIDDLE CHILD Posted: 30 January 2019 at 8:19pm
	A lot goin on... Shit been... fuck it. Maybe another time. Some shit on my mind, takes time to explain A lot of these rappers can't stay in they lanes I'm caught in my prime, these rhymes are insane Can't fade wit these bitches who play wit my name They don't know what's real, they don't know the deal The hotter I get's like the colder I feel I ride for my fam till I'm skiddin' the wheels Loyal as fuck till you fold for the mill I told you the drill... you still went n' goofed I kick in the door n' I crash through the roof These rapper's are funny, they tracks're like spoofs I'm whippin' to Bowie, an eighth in my shoe And a gram in a paper, I toke for good luck You can't ever break me, I don't give a fuck Ya bars're recycled, the cycle is stuck The track's sound the same cause the clout came above... (facts) I don't really see you in my league... Thinkin' that you run the fuckin game... Got ya'll bitches droppin' to ya knees... Flexin' hunnit's you ain't even made... I don't really get it, like damn what's the point? You droppin' these albums that can't disappoint The second I stream it, I wanna rewind it Pretend I ain't peep it, n' roll up a joint My God's honest truth, intentions are harsh My only focus is rippin' apart Every artist I read up about in the mags These new youngin's suckin', we know you all cap So go get a tat, n' go tote a glick Post it on IG and Twitter for clicks The only damn time that you get the attention Cause clearly the music ain’t doin’ the trick (shit...) This why I keep to myself Mind my own business and gather my wealth This fraudulant bullshit is bad for your health If you knew bout Nas, it ain’t too hard to tell... I could never put you on my side... You would just be fakin’ on the real... I don’t wanna come out wit these flows... Cause everybody poppin’ wanna steal... Can’t put it to words, my spirit unleashed I’m hungry and angry, im grittin’ my teeth Don’t spit for the streets, just tryna supply My family n friends wit the life that they need This shit is important to me n my crew We ain’t grow up eatin’, but now that we do I see shit has changed, this shit ain’t an art Too many posers, it’s fallin’ apart I never got lucky, I’m still tryna see How you can’t see difference between you n me I give what I got, you ain’t got shit to give A smile on the face is what matters to me But now we a jungle of rappers who do it Some here to play, n’ other’s to prove it The links in your bio’s are wired wit stupid shit We had a platform, but you went n ruined it... (damn...) I don’t know just what the future holds... Someday everybody gon’ be dead... I’m just tryna break the fuckin’ mold... But you would rather troll online instead... This shit is tired out. The real voices ain’t heard no more, but the fake ones speakin’ the loudest. Where’s our room to make a change in this shit? Trolling n’ memes be poppin’ more than authenticity. Shit really is just a game... Now more than ever.

Xces Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Groupie Joined: 21 February 2015 Location: Vancouver, BC Status: Offline Points: 143	Post Options Post Reply Quote Xces Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 February 2019 at 10:54pm
	This just feels like venting, the topic itself has kind've been beaten to death and said a lot. It's good but it's not "great" I'm sure that's something that can be felt regardless of personal connection to it. I suppose I'd more wanted to see something creatively different if you're approaching a topic along these lines, something to differentiate it from other things written along those lines and it didn't really deliver on that front. For the most part the writing is there, a line or two here and there where it may have been able to be worded better from my perspective but it's done decently none the less.


ΔE(t) Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Groupie Joined: 28 November 2018 Location: California Status: Offline Points: 50	Post Options Post Reply Quote ΔE(t) Report Post Likes(0) Quote Reply Posted: 16 February 2019 at 9:10pm
	I think you have a good flow but I didn’t enjoy the content. Everyone thinks they’re the best rapper. Talking about being the best doesn’t actually make you the best so maybe simmer down on the ego trip. Maybe try expressing the parts of your mind that are unique. That’d be more enjoyable to read. Or at least talk about your inflated sense of self in a unique way. Thanks for sharing though, not trying to be harsh, just honest.