Yeah, i rap. sortof.
I make beats with my laptop, write lyrics on my laptop, and record on my laptop.
I got some beats on this link-----> SoundClick artist: THCVT - hip hop, gangsta rap, yeah!
Heres some of my newest lyrical madness (this one is still getting worked on. its just a frame.)
3 wheelin past a cop, throwin up your sign,
I pack a vest on my chest,
Glock, 19 by 9,
Dogtags round my neck,
And my switch in my pocket,
Slide, cock unlock it,
Don’t drop it if its hot,
You’ll get smoked,
So don’t choke, you know,
Ride slow and low,
then blast past the mutha fuckin 5-0
throw it up like a nigga that never pulled the trigger,
that never saw the bullet crack skull,
I mean cranium,
This shit’s insane to them,
But I cant blame them,
Every day, its like,
Casi se muere,
you don’t want to fight,
But its to late nigga,
You better wake up nigga,
Cause the way I figure,
The Revolution’s begun,
So grab your gun,
Get ready to run
Like a Mexican,
You know you can,
And will, you fit the bill,
Young and rebellious,
You got your own alias,
But like Dre, we just say,
nuthin but a G thang,
a B or a C thang,
So let your rag and your chain hang,
Listen to the shells clang…
To these commercialized niggas,
Guns are just accessories,
But I gotta trust my trigger,
It’s a fuckin necessity,
If I don’t move my finger,
Someone else is gonna best me,
But I’m faster than a dope head,
A drunk or a cop
So fast ill have your bitch sayin,
No don’t stop,
So don’t fuck with me G,
Else it aint gone be good,
You’ll get knocked up by a slug,
Fucked and bleeding on the ground,
A lead virgin no more,
Your ears ringing with the sound,
The sound of the gun blast,
And the sound of the sirens,
But the last thing you hear,
Is me rapping of this violence,
If I didn’t have to I wouldn’t,
But I have to so I couldn’t,
I cannot let the gun drop,
Or let the rhymes stop,
Cant stop the 64 from rockin
Cant stop the posers from jockin,
Cant get the streets from my blood,
Or blood from the streets,
Cant stop the bitches from sliding,
or the leaders from lying,
Cant stop the killin or dealin
Or poor people stealin,
Cant change a beast that’s lived for so long,
Cant change my beats and you cant change my song,
But you can change the world,
Nigga cant you see,
Join the revolution,
Get up and join me!
I make beats with my laptop, write lyrics on my laptop, and record on my laptop.
I got some beats on this link-----> SoundClick artist: THCVT - hip hop, gangsta rap, yeah!
Heres some of my newest lyrical madness (this one is still getting worked on. its just a frame.)
3 wheelin past a cop, throwin up your sign,
I pack a vest on my chest,
Glock, 19 by 9,
Dogtags round my neck,
And my switch in my pocket,
Slide, cock unlock it,
Don’t drop it if its hot,
You’ll get smoked,
So don’t choke, you know,
Ride slow and low,
then blast past the mutha fuckin 5-0
throw it up like a nigga that never pulled the trigger,
that never saw the bullet crack skull,
I mean cranium,
This shit’s insane to them,
But I cant blame them,
Every day, its like,
Casi se muere,
you don’t want to fight,
But its to late nigga,
You better wake up nigga,
Cause the way I figure,
The Revolution’s begun,
So grab your gun,
Get ready to run
Like a Mexican,
You know you can,
And will, you fit the bill,
Young and rebellious,
You got your own alias,
But like Dre, we just say,
nuthin but a G thang,
a B or a C thang,
So let your rag and your chain hang,
Listen to the shells clang…
To these commercialized niggas,
Guns are just accessories,
But I gotta trust my trigger,
It’s a fuckin necessity,
If I don’t move my finger,
Someone else is gonna best me,
But I’m faster than a dope head,
A drunk or a cop
So fast ill have your bitch sayin,
No don’t stop,
So don’t fuck with me G,
Else it aint gone be good,
You’ll get knocked up by a slug,
Fucked and bleeding on the ground,
A lead virgin no more,
Your ears ringing with the sound,
The sound of the gun blast,
And the sound of the sirens,
But the last thing you hear,
Is me rapping of this violence,
If I didn’t have to I wouldn’t,
But I have to so I couldn’t,
I cannot let the gun drop,
Or let the rhymes stop,
Cant stop the 64 from rockin
Cant stop the posers from jockin,
Cant get the streets from my blood,
Or blood from the streets,
Cant stop the bitches from sliding,
or the leaders from lying,
Cant stop the killin or dealin
Or poor people stealin,
Cant change a beast that’s lived for so long,
Cant change my beats and you cant change my song,
But you can change the world,
Nigga cant you see,
Join the revolution,
Get up and join me!
