Practice with the perfect
tell you little tale, might as well spit some game, my name is the one, the funk is what they call me
low and behold, told you many times, rhymes over matter, i climb with an attitude
the altitude the hip hop, is so high it’s frightening, ain’t my fault, my tunes, might salt up wounds
people feel the energy the rhythm the force, some will often imitate the platnum voice
the weapon’s your choice, you fin’ with a wordsmith, yet I lay down beats, and produce fat hits
let the gifted celebrate, feel the real representing, i gots to cop a smile with the style i”m inventin
I serve yall sentence, while mentioning some moresoles, while dreamin bout some women, I’m tryin to bend a the torso
I don’t need a stalion, john aint’ at a horseshow,. I play with greedy gut girls, like i’m an enforcer
oh temptation, spare your brother pain, we don’t need adultery, keep me from the vain
stains might blemish, stay on point to the finish, I always flex game, even in the scrimmage
the all mighty verbage, might be cause for concern, I think Chris told you, you must learn
burn baby burn, what they did with the books, lies hide the truth, look man look
I shook a crew or two, amidst bangers and slangers, I use to run with women, that call they self danger
truth stranger than fiction, momma wasn’t missin, neither was pops, now thats why my ish hot
alma matter black pride, love respect on all sides, you gone catch the vapors, if you aint with the nature
odd fools don’t move me, make the week strong by Tuesday, even show love, to girls who try to use me
wake em up, teach, reach for the higher, once they might have played me, but now call me sire
I often don’t tire, still I get my rest prior, to the time at hand, which will be the brand of my next jam
every lyric so prophecy, the verse cloud bursts, you think you felt reign, I best to flex in my name
idea bright light bulb, like I is real lite, fight fools, mighty pharows, catch flight like the arrow
make em bow down, bow down, i’m brown, sucker frown frenzy, sick as influenza
the swag on tell somebody, people probably know, when it comes to rap, I come strapped with flow
all you trappers go, show off at the meet up, keep up with your boy, let the joy flood scenario
bubble like perrier, more viral than covid, dope coated dump, resonate to the trumps
Bouncing Beats with Deep Elements of Lyrical Truth.
They may call it old school because the style lasts forever.
Some call it new school because it moves the people today.
Electro Hip Hop, Meets Trap, with Golden Era Hip Hop Flavor
A joyous combination of gospel and hip-hop, Budgie’s “Holy Ghost Zone” is a euphoric LP that will stir the spirit and move the body. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 24, 2018