Hearing Impaired * New Solo Track*
just some shit I did on a venting/ battle tip. Are you hearing impaired? Are you listening clear?
Not your typical MC from the south. Writeous™ brings something new to the table, by combining abstract concepts, concious topics, and battle rapping all in one
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Story behind the song
just some shit I did on a venting/ battle tip, since I havent done it in awhile. Are you hearing impaired? Are you listening clear?
Lyrics
I’m still alive and kicking, but with a mind so twisted/
You would think that it got drenched with liquid and I tried to ring it/
Out – so zip your mouth (un)less you thrive for friction/
Then you’ll get hit within the power to give the ground seismic twitches/
Your singles, get no playing time inside my system/
High or risen – I aint even trying to hear them think out loud/
So never mind a written – I don’t rely on high pitch renditions/
Or synthesized rhythms to get you guys to listen/
If that - line offends you, then shoe fits, wear them/
But you and your crew appear to be sharing those new kicks/
Might seem to be heated but man, I’m barely at room temp/
Don’t want to see mean streak, or my make me air out my arrogance/
Cause I’ll flair intensely, till my sweat turns the air mist/
You know that means I’ll show you myself esteem/
The ruler, providing substance to all my subjects/
They don’t call me Writeous for nothing, I don’t write just for nothing/
You can call me the king Arthur, swinging a pen called/
Excalibur to challengers till they’re injured with ink on them/
The caliber of each sentence could pierce armor/
Don’t blink long cause I’ll silence ya without the silencer/
Linked on to the sleek revolver – know it’s in style and such/
But those pink garments just make you an easy target/
Take that how you want it, don’t matter if a your conscious rapper/
Or a common conman, I’ll take you all out of context rapidly/
And continue on my conquest/
That’s similar to Genghis Khan conquering the continents/
As far as content to goes, its no contest/
Causing constant controversy cause I step on toes/
Of those with swole egos - that’s the consequence/
When your known to most peoples as icon and pro/
I guess - I’m a blessing in disguise/
Like I stepped into confessional dressed as a reverend, you better recognize/
This aint the end, it’s just the preliminaries/
I’m pulling your limbs in every direction, until there’s nothing left but your midsection/
Still considered the cutting edge, with a silver tongue that’s never/
Getting rust, so best, to duck your head cause/
I’ll split your mug, now it resembles the little cup/
The ones children love to pretend to sip up from/
The ill legitimate sun, who’s aura is more compelling/
than aura borealis’s so better sport your tented lens/
Ever since 93, I’ve been a dying fiend/
To wreck on stage, and I don’t think I’ll ever reach sobriety/
Man I wont even tear a page, cause my rhyme books screams/
From severe case of separation anxiety/
I wont lie, I wouldn’t mind collecting change/
Cause every check I make, the numbers to the right the decimal space/
I’ll give variety to genre/
Make emcees step up their game, and still reign as the deafest that’s never in a deficit/
