Here’s a new post thought it’s time I deliver it, yes I’m a male and my rhymes are deliberate, have the mind of a bitter kid, killing all these beats but I’m pleading innocent, fiasco when you rap when you open up your trap think your tripping on a shoe lace, me I drop a song and I know it won’t be long til they have it on a loop ay (LUPE), on your neck there is two chains, on mine is a greenstone, home is where your heart is if I make it as an artist then I’m guessing that’s my dream home, I do this as a pass time sorry if my last line was a little complex, listen to the mainstream if you wanna song with the same simple concept, it’s time that I confess, think hip hop is falling out of context, bitches, check, riches, check, drugs yes, that is the contest, what a joke, on and on and on it goes, have you falling dominoes, wanna go then vamonos.
from Word Smith,
released October 13, 2016
Lyrics written and performed by Dillon Lamb
Vocal Engineering by Smith
Produced by Danny E.B Tracks