say due to my conditioning
and my Brooklyn
Upbringing
its no wonder she listens to that rap crap
some might dare
say
but believe it or not
I've come a long way
I denied rap once upon a day
"because it was ghetto and frowned upon"
I was frowned upon enough in my life
so amongst my peers
I always remained an outkast
but to the adults
I did not listen to that
Excerpt from one of my Muse rappers
for there are many MUSES I have opened my ARTISTIC world too
for so many INSPIRE me
Creators are we
and To ENJOY others music
art
creations
its the kind of goosebumps in life that I live for
I'm this curly hair Left Eye kind of rapper from Brooklyn all grown up and shit - owning my Inner POwereSS - this divine connect
anyhoo --- excerpt from
NF - Outcast
For we both know what weird FEELS
like
smells like
taste like
and most importantly how being made to feel like some sort of outcast, weirdling, oddball - you know someone always different from the massive dominating whole -
"I got my own shoes, I ain't tryna fit in yours
I ain't never been married, but I've felt divorced
Hi, I'm Nate, have we met before
Somebody told you I was wack? Check the source
Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course
You got a problem with the fans? There's the door
You lookin' for the old me? Check the morgue, ah
Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better
Ain't no tellin' what'll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans together
Same style, but the songs are better
Been a year and a half, feels like it's gone forever
Ain't no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin'
Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running
My thoughts are funny, feels like I'm on to something, yeah
I ain't never been married, but I've felt divorced
Hi, I'm Nate, have we met before
Somebody told you I was wack? Check the source
Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course
You got a problem with the fans? There's the door
You lookin' for the old me? Check the morgue, ah
Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better
Ain't no tellin' what'll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans together
Same style, but the songs are better
Been a year and a half, feels like it's gone forever
Ain't no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin'
Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running
My thoughts are funny, feels like I'm on to something, yeah
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