- Bird Milk
Will ya tell me what I want?
I won't bleed if you're a good shot,
and the apple's the size of,
or bigger than my head and my heart.
And if it's to eat the target with milk,
brown bread, and cheese till I've had my fill,
you shoot the breeze;
- Gob
I won't be consumed by your heart
Chew me up, spit me up, swallow by the gob
Know the gob can't touch me now
Most realize that the fountain of youth
Our base is some truths distort the view
Would I be here if she kept my …
A young team barber, searching for a miracle
A falling star of a wish that will get me through these digitized times
- Shapeshift
It's time to shapeshift everyone. I need some help with some missing parts of the lyrics and give me some feedback if it's correct or not. (NICE FEEDBACK'S!!!)
Let's go back, back, back
To when they use to shapeshift
And shift rap back
Before I picked up the mic
I started writing rhymes
I can alter my form in any given time
- Trumpalump
Am I of my trolley? I can burst with the dead
coz another sound boy got burnt with the lead,
I Disperse words,
Empty my mind on these rubbish MC’s
All dying to shine like my grandmother’s halo,
Lay low, I spit darts, venomous, the next in line
don’t know, it’s evident, I'm African, slap backhand palmin,
Rhyme javelins, throw them through your garments,