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"My Spirit"
Words race between paper lines/
Just attempting to put down a couple of ryhmes/
Another Declined,, thoughts tripping in his mind/
Wondering if this is his purpose in his life/
Thats what he looks for on the mic, its a release/
A feeling to increase the air between the surface and feet/
To endure enemys, who think negativley/
He'll will only make it when the thoughts reach his dreams/
But he seems, fine now/
Like a lighter out of time now/ but somehow gets the crowd loud/
err... And enough with reffereing just to this kid/
This kid is actually my future, past, and my present/
I like pretend, Im speak of someone else, something that I felt, calling out for help, until it falls and I fail/
But that wont ever happen in my life, Have to decide,, my right path,, here let me grab the mic/
Chorus
ITs the spirit of life and the light/
Got the feeling of christ in ya eyes/
Feeling the fire/ its burning inside/
Worst at the ryhme, its my purpose in life/
I feel worthless at times/
But im going the distance, Regardless/
Stalking, darkness out of my compartment/
Put my life on pause then, haunt them/
Show I got God's Spirit,, till close my coffin/
Soldier strapped ,,with a stand and a mic now/
But He shine bright how, even with the lights out/
Let em loose,, u cant put his sights out/
A fight round,, excitement no wrong or right Ground/
No possible way, you can penetrate/
This man with a grenade,, he just rellys on his interface/
Try to hit him mayne,, your decision makes/
A real purpose to make all ya shots dissenegrate/
Subliminal Case,, the soldier in a mental state/
He is trying to face the truth of his realeast fate/
Is to succeed,,,, and to proceed/
On the battle field, and leave,, with the illest case/
To him it's a penalty, a guilty thing/
Without showing spirit,, and all the peace he seeks/
I don't kno if u have conceived/
Come back to reality, for this soldier, that is me
Chorus x/3
"Dont Wanna Be Right"
I know this person, this girl who means the world to me/
Its not that WORD yet..so it shouldnt be that word you think/
Her style is real unique... something you would never see/
Unless your eyes drept, to sleep.. and she reached in your dreams/
But now its kinda hard to tell....How hard I fell/
For her now? its too early to kno what your heart has felt/
Im used to geting over things as simple as that/
The strongest feelings, that is simply labeled my past/
Im enable to rap.. and write.. but these words I recite/
Its like my heart's got a pad and pen, and then,,, grabs the mic/
To express.. this feelings that seem to be compressed/
Against my emotions controlling, what I think is happening next/
But its different... usually when I sit and write lyrics/
It Is difficult and the visuals,,, appear into an Image/
That i can actually see... well its inside of me/
That you can only feel... if you feel the same way for me..../
No im not writing, so ppl can relate to it/
I only write how feel,, so its not some fake music/
why, would I waste my time, on something that aint real/
No I wont write u a song, if thats not how I feel/
Ne ways,, she's someone that im dreaming about/
Releaving to know, it's reality, releasing the doubt/
a fast paced run, I wake up thinking about/
Her beautiful picture, that something that I cant be without/
Cant forget about her personality/
When Im with her, it feels like im a lesser gravity/
my feet lift up slowly, while my heart beats rapidly/
Dont know what I would do,, if I knew she was mad at me/
Prolly do whatever I could to make things up/
But I cant think of one thing, to mess things up/
And I dont wanna be alone,,, so capture the truth/
I dont wanna be without who? girl that someone is you/
It's me thinking in my room,, like what could I do/
To let you know, Im somebody who,, would always stay true/
Im leaving a few,, thoughts for you,, so you know im not worthless/
I dont kno how mne times, I've said I,, know that your worth it/
"Growing Up"
I was born with a talent the talent to write/
August 31, 1990 is when I first ignited my life/
Growing older, growing closer to enable mics/
Now it's been 8 years since i first opened my hazel eyes/
It's 1998, and im in the 2nd grade/
Playing hip-hop tracks in my brain elevatin more as the replayed/
The Space Jame Track,, was the first track I engaged/
I memorized the bars, and lines and still kno them till this day/
Actually thinking of that track, makes me think back/
Bout the time I got up infront of my class to rap/
I was like "My name is Luke and im gon rap/
Cause she was lettin us present what music talents that we had/
Hook
The past is the past,, and my past is rap/
The presents is a gift, that I pray will last/
Future,, is a blessing, so when it comes react/
Growing up with God,, has shown me my path
Perform the same thing,, accapella I cleared my throat,
Started spittin,, someone yelled something,, I lost track,,, started to choke/
I couldnt believe this was actually happening/
I pray Im a sleep,, i know how to get over my badest dreams/
Well I realized was my nightmare on earth/
Chokein,, the first time infront of a group of people,, on my verse/
The next day,,, same thing,, but this time I will prove it/
How serious I am about my music,, and about me Improving/
2nd times a charm I guess,, This time i didnt lose it/
I stayed tru to this situation,, and flowed all the way through it/
2 years later,, its summer,, seems that ryhmes is all im thinking/
Cause ryhmes are flying through my head like stock market readings/
WHy is this occuring,,, I didnt think how/
Or why but deep down,, I wanted to free style/
So when school came,, my talent went all out/
=origin of who u kno now,, its ya boi yungtown
Hook:
Bangin on lunch tables,, makin beats with Pencils/
Freestylein,,, passin the mic,, on these instrumentals/
Back then I wasnt wack,, All i was,, was simple/
But now that im back,, I have to tell what i have been through/
The next eminem,, thats what all my friend noticed me as/
Just because im white,, and at times,, I explode when I rap/
At moments anger has taken me over,, causeing a ryhmeing fit/
Cause I Wanna blow up a building,, with all the demons inside of it/
2 Years ago, The world was cruel,, to me that was a fact/
Cause I had to move from the place,, that I grew up at/
And I came here soo overwhelmd,, caught myself crying at night/
So I let out all my stress on tracks,, through a computer mic/
At that Time hip-hop slowly became my dream/
Being known for my creativity,, when I sing on these beats/
Praying, and working hard for my talent to stand out/
Met up with Marz,, and well here I am now....
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True Love
Yall kno for a fact, when I get on these tracks/
With my pack strapped tight, my ryhmes stored in the back/
You cant stop this,, no matter what u say to me/
Unstrap the back of my dome ryhmes fly out freely/
Believe me cause I kno this has happened before/
I dont think yall kno the real yung town anymore/
Im complex and im stressed get these things off my chest/
Cause these things are compressed its hard to take a breath/
Whats worst then,, a person who spits,, and is worthless/
Throwin his fits hard,, his punches aint working/
you know it,, this grown kid,, has dreams to be the doppest/
Bumpin his headphones,, his notebook was all he wrote in/
On these beat in which he spits,, u can feel the meaning/
You be feeling his flow,, but you don't kno, what he's feeling/
These deep beats,, that give chills through ya body and veins/
Its ironic,, but this kids dreams are keeping him awake/
Chorus:
It's the Origin of Rest And Peace/
Complied to Real Life and it's complexity/
The elevation, the dedication and true love/
We got no where to go but up/
But When we feel life has shut us down/
There is one guy who hear's us out/
And he's the reason Im floating up/
Thank you lord for providing your true love/
Still Never the same he now closes his eyes and Dreams/
See's this same image he saw before he went to sleep/
He is on a stage,, nodding his head as the music plays/
As thousands of fans in the crowd are doing the same/
And he knows this is the moment he waited for all his life/
So as he looks at the crowd,, he then takes a grip on the mic/
He breathes in he knows what he can achieve in/
Then I realize its myself so I got to speak this/
The Beats building up, I gotta rip this thing soon,
The I notice a man standing in the back of the room/
For some reason he's comin closer, no one see's or hears him/
Hovering above, now I can only make out his appearance/
The crowd still wanting me to start the song/
He keeps comin closer,, are those scars on his palms?/
Sure.. my song wasn't worth all this though/
For Jesus to support me at my first show.. thank you/
Chorus repeats
"You Cant Stop Me"
Contaged to the sickness, to blast it out/
Drastic sounds, surround the track like acid Clouds/
Impoundin doubts, in brain cells, till ya face melts/
Cage, cells, erase the thought to embrace hell/
I stay quiet... seek peace in my mind then/
Violent, breaks the silence, flash open my eye lids/
Crash,, burns,, seeps,, concrete pieces divided/
Blinded by the skies since... stay hidin in my den/
Activeley Rappin, graspin at massive/
Groups of non believers.. seein what happens/
Yall trip when I speak.. get mad at these actions/
Havin a fate of flame worst then a Japenese Dragon/
While Satan is laughin...Take in the actions/
Save the amazing craze just to have it/
Played to the active.. kids in the back since/
6th grade. Freestylein on the tracks man/
Chorus
You cant stop me try and just lock these/
Ryhmes in a cella developed into a dark beat/
Im gonna stop thieves, tryin to rob me/
Bite This, ya Like This, Nobody can stop me/
Since I was 8 I had rap in my viens/
Always standin, and dancing, like im on the stage/
Till 9 came, rap still in my brain/
getin ticked whenever Satan try's stealin my flame/
I got bruises and scars, scratches and bones/
Broken from the closest blows, of evil at my throat/
I'm too repetitive in my rhymes, when I write/
Cause When the Bright light shines, it blinds ya eye site/
And my Divine life.. cause Christ is all in it/
So aint no way satan messin with my vision/
He trippin,, like my time is limit/
Remind him when I die I kno my time isn't/
But it don't matter, my times on the dot/
Influencel , the way I chissle my rhymes on the rock/
U stare in vision while the glare in it's kickin/
The beat's too hott, then prepare Air-Condition/
Chorus:
Hands make, to see what man's made/
Life's Hard, if ya heart doesn't demand faith/
Christ, Life, Ryhmes that's all that I can say/
Mic, Pad, and pen that's all u should hand meh/
When I, when Im on the stage/
And then I then I feel the the thang/
That I.. simply cant explain/
It's Christ kid I like it when I feel this way/
But still I stay locked, still remain hott/
Say what I want... until my viens pop/
Or mostly scream,, Christ got the most of me/
Destroy all evil that's approaching me/
Hope that he... wait who. Him?
That guy who goes by... wait you kno him?
Racin sounds, through ya brains then out/
Cause there aint no way, we can take him down
Chorus repeats
"Bite This"
Chorus
You cant Bite the bitten/
You cant write whats written/
I was cool at first just now try to listen/
You trippin like im gon write you lyrics/
You Kno my spirit, but here's my descion
To the people the evil, is reachin to eat you/
Rip ya face off, brain wash ya cerbral/
I remain to contain all to me that is deeper/
have no control of the hold, proceding as "Sleeper"/
I sit write ryhmes, Inclining the text/
Reminding the best, do a song about folks biting you next/
you potray all people who play off/
Spell a word on the same beat I spelt my name on/
I see God,,like Murch's to Dream On/
Then u re-write my scenario, I cant believe yall/
it was flattering,, to be inspired by these songs/
Now you just bitin and it's ticking me off/
Im Runin with it
That's right Im gon run, ,while u at a speed walk/
Rage LIght, just buy the same mic I use to speak on/
We still cool,, at first it was little then less/
I stayed off of ya about it, now it's the center of my stress/
subliminal,, your synonim to my orginal/a
Beats, ryhmes, style.. Like Eminem Is a CRIMINAL/
Dont feel the need to ever write back/
Lettin everyone kno, this is no diss track/ just
Chorus
(Verse 2 Unkown, if you listen to the track I wasnt feeling it and I freestyled the rest... but here is the locked verse 2 yall never got to hear ohh man)
Now at first... yes i took it as a compliment/
Now it seems like you trying to steal my style and harrness it/
But I will continue to run with this/
How in the world can u even stomach it?/
No.. listen im in no rage now/
Just you grabbin this ish and makin it played out/
For a while I reccomend you stay down/
How about I'll be Yung,, and u can be PraiZe Town/
Or Country, Or City.... No I am Not playing/
How bout you change ya name sound like a location/
I have talked to you lightly about this situation/
i didnt think it would get complex, as it started off so basic/
I understand you like some of the things I do/
and u have helped me as much,, as I helped you/
U showed me love, support, and encouragement/
But Get your own dang style is what i am Encouragin/
If U need to get inspired starting bumpin this joint/
haha only if this guy wants to it's his choice/
Just give me a destination to souly pint point/
And i'll leave any emcee on the M.I.C Destroyed/
I'll leave heat, so hott you kno im focused/
Run it fast, leave smoke thats not hard to notice/
Death2Self, and God still be Promotin/
These Blessings.. so you kno im gon keep on flowing/
Believe It Hopless, I'll see ya boastin/
Recieve the code when, after the re-decoded/
New style My purpose keeps on going/
To all the colors out there,, like the coats of Joseph/
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