These are just raps that I think of throughout the day, they're not in anyway correlated to actual events or people. There is very strong profanity in many of them.
Vigorous.
Alright, bout to go. Yeah just wanna flow. Trying to think of some rhymes, however, sometimes, it just feels like I have no skill. I’m just not “ill”. I try to keep things real, but I get like Zip-lock and seal. ”Yo man, what’s your deal?”, shit beats me, unfortunately.
My life, I wish I could say that it’s changing, but really it’s staying the same. I have no one to blame, but myself. I keep trying to put the Mic on the shelf, but I just can’t leave it alone. Rapping is all I have, seems like everyday, I just get into that zone. My head gets blown, up with ideas. And rhymes so sick, they’ll stick with you throughout the day, even though most of the time I just say, the same thing over and over. I need some luck, found a three leaf clover. It’s not good enough, I’ll just have to stay tough. Even though this is my time of need, seems like everyone has somewhere better to be.
I’m just left to my mind, and it makes me feel blind. I’m walking without a path, or guidance. Seems like I only have one chance, to make an impression. So, I guess the question, is how? How, do I make my audience go “wow”?
*Blow!* There goes my state-of-mind, I’m done with being kind. Let me remind, you who I am. I’m Bueno Mac, ahead of the stack. Getting back on track. All other rappers are just whack. I fight for it, smack for smack. I’ll come out victoriously, and you’ll stay delirious. I’m done, everyone have fun.
Alone.
I feel like I’m the only one left in this god forsaken world who gives a shit.
I feel like I need to gather every ounce of strength just to be able to spit.
All of my friends are gone, gave my soul up for pawn.
I get cut down every day, just like a lawn.
I hate life, and it hates me. I’m stuck here, but luckily, I have my weed.
Shit all I have, I guess, is all I need.
I’m just waiting to finally be freed.
My life is a prison, my life is a joke.
Day by day, waiting for my next toke.
I wallow in my pity, while others make me feel shitty.
Please god, don’t quit-on-me.
Have a little fucking mercy!
I contemplate suicide everyday, rapping takes a little pain away.
It’s like a little ray, of sunlight, on my life.
Everyday’s one big strife.
I get pushed to the edge, turn around, and jump off the ledge.
Finally, I’m done! I’m free, it seems to good to be, true.
Wake up, it’s about the mid-afternoon.
With the sun in the sky, but nights coming soon.
God dammit.
Assholes, Sluts, and Bitches
Note : M.C. Satanic Sea, is me. Having another rapper just went with the song. This one took me a little longer than the rest to write. And it’s actually a full song, instead of my usual freestyles.
Copyright
Bueno Mac posting again. I have a huge rush of Adrenaline. I live my life, sin by sin. Whether I live or die, I’m out of sight. I keep my flow tight. People think I copy my raps, but I’ll let you know. I make this stuff up, as I go. The rhymes are just that, so-so.
Now it’s time for the second verse, sometimes I think that it’s a curse. But what am I saying? Let’s just have fun. I leave other rappers well done.
I’ve finally snapped, this is the part when I bust caps. I get mad, and I just laugh. I’ll slice your style, in half. Whether you think you’re clever, or not. I know I’m better than ever. Whoever, it is it doesn’t matter. I’ll scatter, your brain on the wall. Breaking out, into a brawl. You’ll fall, and I’ll stand tall. Call, 9-1-1, now I’m done.
Random Rhymes
Selfconscious
I’m trippin out, got a little bit of doubt. I’m selfconscious about, this now. How’s the sound of my voice? You made that god damn choice. You fucked with me, so now we’re going to see, who walks out consciously. I’m bipolar, I’m crazy, you’re gone like solar. I’ll see you in hell, you fell, from your perch. I’m in search of answers, but I haven’t found jack. You think you could snatch, something of mine and don’t expect me to respond? I’m coming at you with this song. I finally got back up to rappin, so I’m back with necks that I’m snappin. By the end you’ll be clappin, and tappin, your foot to the beat. Admit defeat, I’m solid, like concrete. I’m done, y’all have fun.
