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I love your smile and all
I love your voice on the phone, when i dial and call
Love to makeup, after a scowl and brawl
Rough contact- like a foul in ball
Ya style implores, me to take u away, to the island shores
I got you flustered?, dang..
oh nah-nah whats my name?
other guys wont cut the mustard
I could make you gush when i crush it
--wen I bust it, I could make you cuss with slang...
peep the luster of clusters, in luscious blang// (bling)
..you luscious, we must jus hang
trust it, u sweeter than custard
..heels is ferragamo, your clutch is WANG
(Plus) other girls cluck in digust.. its lame
-Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
Rihanna- [[Hook]]
Truthfully y'all, i've been inking alottt over the past week. On a regular daily basis, so much so that at this rate , i just might be in a studio recording an EP in the near future. Not because im trying to compile material, its happening by chance. Im getting inspired, which is a veryy good thing. There hasn't been anything musically inspirational for a good while. Hope y'all enjoyed the verse. Leave feedback
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3C6i9cRXBo
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I am on a 24 hour Orange Juice diet
Chillin with ur Main Squeeze, pressure I apply it
Beat it to a Pulp, yea , until it turn violet
She jus gon supply it , and no I wont deny ittt //
I am, wat everybody in my past, aint want me to be
just take a look, ahead of my class, these chumps is a 'C'
yo it feels ,like im movin up , To the Trumps from the P's
Nicca please, im bout my cheese, wants clumps of the Brie
geez, i-i listened to wat my nigga told me
" lifes a Lil Noodles, add ur cheese, make Rigatoni"
I jus want the pie, all she need's my pepperoni
ill supply the WOOD , could you be my PECKER for me???//
...im lettin these bills fall
'Feel good all over'- Stephanie Mills y'all
if you got heels on, then beckon me
cause if you want it sexually, i'll definitely heal yall//
-Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
[Hook]
They can't help it, and I can't blame em
Since I got famous but b-tch, I got money to blow
Im gettin it in, letting these bills fall
All over your skin
Got money to blow oh oh oh oh
Lmao, i kno i'm mad late. But i was just listenin to it and inked some lyrics off the top.. Enjoy. or not..
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| Babblin'
Verse : Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
Word is born, I’ll babble on..
unravel syll-ables , This is lyrical SCRABBLE//
grasp for words / with verbs I dabble
don’t Try the hand, that has the nerve to stab you //
while babblin’, words pierce like a javelin
you be the JUDGE, its like a slug to the abdomen//
I don’t spit shit to sound hot
profound shock, my Knock’s amplified by a sound block
..SOUND BLOCK , that I RAP my GAVEL on
Lay down the LAW , like Cyrus of Babylon //
seek refuge/ on the roads that they traveled on
speak to dudes, the fans gon’ gravel, swarm…
--flock , horde, there’ll be crowds and mobs
Like millions unemployed, after a thousand job
So Turn your nose up, keep browsin’, snobs
Imma get into paper like Calvin, Hobbes//
Not to toot my own horn.. it wasnt the smooothest flow i've done... but i got some metaphors and wordplay and plenty connotations in there.. for somethin i did in 5 mins.. after my rusty hiatus... screw y'all if u not feelin it a lil' lol...
cop that MadStalley .. Its free! and its bomb!
http://www.zshare.net/download/6270044815099b93
Hook: "Babblin' , unravelin rambling on/ wen we travel - neva stoppin'... keeping it goin' on/ The words is strong, my word is born/ so lets roll along.. and Babble on" -Stalley
[EDIT] *additional verse
Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate:
Wen I ramble, hear my preamble
Scramble, like eggs, or a QB in the pocket
Friends smile in my face, wanna screw me wen I profit
Unfamiliar, then pretend that they knew me wen I rocket//
I’m so outta space like they threw me in the cockpit
My glass half full, it may be gloomy in ur optic//
I’ll keep my head high, hail outta bed-stuy
Bred by… lyricists, emcees/ ascend eas-yyyy//
Brooklyn’s a jungle, I could blend easy
I want a swagger that’d offend yeeezy// or weezy/
I Gotta grab me the reins…
peeps u kno, politic on the low, like Jim McGreevy //
and fame is sadly to blame/ If I marry the game, u’ll see we paired then
A brotha tryna get flyer than the Tuskegee airmen //
Any rapper tryna see me, dare them..
(I’ll Wipe em out, like a Squeegee smeared them//) | | |
| Hannibal's Homage
Verse 1: Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
This is Hannibal's Homage, I spew understandable vomit
Sick! and you niccas cant stand the Bubonic..
-plague, we gettin BUZZ like I hand the crew tonic
I had crumbs but I plan to "Crouton it"
..Toss in some green, man, your manner's too comic
(cuz) you funny-style, when it comes to money piled...
The masses, I aint tryna pander to, HONEST
while I set trends- man, you're too Amish //
(Get wit the times), my lines like Amaru's sonnets (Tupac)
or AM-ARU, i'll rip a poet wit a rhyme or two //
u nominal - my digits , im tryna put a comma to
and take my boo .. to.. Honolu
..lu // , who do this rap thing like me
my voodoo on tracks contracts
and snaps on whack, I MEAN snacks on whack rhymers
i guess this game is a a diner
ill soar to new heights and bring shame to a climber//
I watch kings fall off like SCAR
they ask did i push 'em? I cough like ::"Nah"::
these SIMBA niccas try to floss like "Rawrrr"
guess, they 'Cant wait to be a king'
lifes a pendulum, they cant wait to see a swing
on a see-saw.. The Rise, u gotta pay a fee for//
gotta put the next down.. in effect, ground
and noone willingly wants to step down//
who wud think rising to the top, is a Let-down
i wouldn't even trample on foes
just imagine, if lily pad's cud scamper on toads
or if reindeer had santa on toes//
all the 'what ifs' i could banter onnn
Whether you Wisconsin or Tampa born
it dont matter the land u stamp up on
You should.. "set the stage" ANDD performm//
Its on..
K, the ending was aiight.. i wanted something tougher. Anyhow, this freestyle came as i showered the other day. i was thinkin that i have mad feature verses for my people's whom i admire. If they do an incredible song, i generally am inspired to write a verse. By now, i have enough verses to do an EP project. If time and resources permit, im down to do it. So if i polish these bars, it could be the intro the project..
Ill come back to this post.. got things to do, so i just left it rough.. ciao , y'all
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| I might as Well have an "inspired by Magz" series.
Every song she does, helps me with lyrical excercise. Im thankful cuz I seldomly write right about now. so even if the verses I write neva make it off paper, Im glad i got to pen it
Lookin Past
For all the kids lookin past
Life is a window,
lets peeeeer through..
Some make it out,but that’s a rareee few
Yet all these kids looking past
Verse 1: Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
Past trailer trash or a harlot bimbo
Past guard rails in a project window//
From the philly fog, to the Brooklyn ash
Ill tell the tale, of those lookin past//
Past.. canines tracking a scent
Past.. crack vials, all the glass on cement//
Past bullets through the panes of a acura’s tint
Past the pain, and the strain of lacking the rent//
Fam’s famished and the clothes is skimpy
Crack zombies, I kno their souls is empty//
In the hood, man, the goals is Bentleys
And by any means, they gettin plenty cream
Wanna be a Scarface or a Billy Dean ..
Some are faking the funk and some really lean//
Sad scenes, I’ve really seen../ The disparity, no sense of clarity
Nor glimpse of charity, --(they lookin past..)
[[HOOK 2X]]
Verse 1 (alternate) : Hannibal aka Lyrical Laureate
The arm of the law wanna hook and grasp me
Went to orange jumpsuit, from a crook in khaki//
Some are henchmen, some are shooken lackeys
Me?, I cudnt deal wit lookin ashy//
Felt like the world’s lookin past me
Been pushed like pawns, wit a rook in back me//
The hood is ethereal..
Cuz wit goonies in phantoms, its looking ghastly//
Like the wild-west Wen they tote pounds
And shoot it out, its sorta like a ghost town//
It aint fair to me..
Objects reflected, closer than they appear to be
Looking in my eyes you gotta stare to see
My Ny State of mind , 'no fear of thee'//
Im swearin, b I cant shake the voices
Hear fiends in my sleep, but I make the choices//
For all the kids lookin past
Life is a window,
lets peeeeer through..
Some make it out,but that’s a rareee few
Yet all these kids looking past | | |
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