Question

Try to bring back the old rap I don't really feel it but what ever tell me what u think ( no title yet )

By Julius Pizzolo

He sits himself in corner of the room
day after day thinking that he’s all alone
Writing the music that everyone thinks is cool
Gets made fun of for working on his skills at home

Man this kid can spit it, yeah rap fast as hell
His pain is his prison but yet he stays in his shell
Working in private cause it’s his his power of will
And when they ask if does it fame he says it just feels real

It’s One percent luck
Two percent Lies
5o percent heart and a good state of mind
20 percent muscle
40 percent strength
100 percent determination while working in the dark room

Hey he never tries to get in trouble
But how can he help when people tell him to stay in his bubble
His creativity they try to stop
All the other rapper what this kid to get shot

He’s taking all the fame, Caries no weight to his name
Doesn’t do it for money, And yet no one knows his real name
Family is important, They always come first
And if you try and take away his dream he’s already took off

It’s One percent luck
Two percent Lies
5o percent heart and a good state of mind
20 percent muscle
40 percent strength
100 percent determination while working in the dark room

Hey sometimes he wishes the ladies would love him
He wants some fame wants the crowd to know his real name
But under the surface man it gets real hot
Rapping these battles all alone

Every person he beats it just gets old
So much time in the world but nowhere left to go
But he’ll keep on working no matter the challenging
He’ll keep on waiting for his moment to Glow

It’s One percent luck
Two percent Lies
5o percent heart and a good state of mind
20 percent muscle
40 percent strength
100 percent determination while working in the dark room

Answer 1

Love it ♥♥♥♥♥