I have been hard at work lately working on new material and organizing all my old work into easily accessible spaces at my desk and desktop. Decided to take a break when I found this old verse I wrote last summer while living in Roscoe Village. It's to the beat of GZA'S Amplified Sample Instrumental.
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| Heineken Bros |
I work for the radio rap in the underground
Lifting one up trying to put the other down
I'm clown in disguise in a mid size frame
been a face without a brain ever since I could hang
Had too many friends fucked up on the weekends
In a smokey haze fucked up on the weekdays
Laugh and pretend the problem doesn't exist
until your at the open mic number one on the list
with no k hits and you cant spit shit
can you fix it in an instant with the instrumental kickin?
your lines are a mess like a book without a spine
searching through your mind for the rhyme you cant find
Blind in the light you can't see the boos
No attention from the ladies bad looks from the dudes
Who'd a thought that you'd be in this position
while I'm breaking up weed on my composition
notebook as your so shook your cooked
cut and eatin you failed on the beat
You've been beaten.
Franky Deez
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