Creativity Lyrics Critique - Hip-hip

by Emil Evnell
(Jönköping, Sweden)

Intro, Radio sound
108,27, daily news, we bring you everything
From heaven to the ground.
We got the lyrical artsy here with us tonight
You're about to witness, incredible words
After this, DJ, let's go
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{Beat starts}
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{Chorus x1}
We got the proclivity to create lyrics immediately
Our activity shows the creativity, to act and simulate
These people we stimulate, are growing their inside hate
Then we gotta immolate, feel suffocate, sit still and wait
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{Verse I}
Take your time to listen now, when I apologies for my youth
If you were one of these victims, listen close, don't turn on mute
This will take some minutes, I burn down everything I've done
With words in the booth, the beat goes in loops
The haters forms troupes, the parents made groups
There's many reason I became the douche bag
Always on to rag, nothing could've stop me
Not even a gag on my mouth could've drag me off
To not blast 'em, the mayhem, pissing me off, a chain reaction
Which in fact son, is the symtom from a maniac in action
If I just could turn back time to these days when I was nine
And not addicted of crime, when my life was damn fine
Standing in the line, with no sign of a insane punks mind
Without any medication, never feel the sensation
Wish I could know where I'm heading, my destination
This frustration, to not know wheres the f*ckin' ventilation
While I now being annoyed when someone changed the radio station
If you knew how many of these diseases, damnation
We got in this whole worlds civilization
Then you gon' be one of our haters, debaters, we're rating
Hate-ely, I'm lately improving my creativity
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{Chorus x2}
We got the proclivity to create lyrics immediately
Our activity shows the creativity, to act and simulate
These people we stimulate, are growing their inside hate
Then we gotta immolate, feel suffocate, sit still and wait
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{Verse II}
I'm might be one of these generations of teenagers
With problem to keep up the communication
I know how to spin this rotation around
With no god damn activation, with the combination
With the four key words, we kids knows our calculations
Kids like us are always up for new inspiration, new influence
But I, Don't know how to get new motivation
I can't even masterbate, without porno animations
Yeah, congratulation, you got me in this hot seat
Isn't it sweet, you broke me, from head to feet's
I no longer keep the heat up, I defeating, repeating
The traditions, Trick or Treating
I'm not the one that cheating, I leaping over the relations
Some rumors leaking, ex-girls seeking me up

To give me cocky accusations, word's pops out,
To the gravitation, keep on spreading it, you ain't got information
There's no damn irritation, just a sucky drunk punk
Whos the punk now? who's in the filter
We're the killers, and I'm the illest in this lyrical industry
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{Chorus x2}
We got the proclivity to create lyrics immediately
Our activity shows the creativity, to act and simulate
These people we stimulate, are growing their inside hate
Then we gotta immolate, feel suffocate, sit still and wait
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{Verse III}
While we debate for the shit you f*ckers think you can relate to
And if it wasn't for rumors about I did boomers, hating my viewers
This is just a visual, it's a mysterius, how I'm writing so precision
I got a vision that I'm gon' be signed to a higher division
So I just quit this shit now fore' it goes closer, starts a collision
And you f*ckers feels like, stuck in a prison
Starts running like a chicken straight out of it, blaw
Wow, splashed into a wall, bitch look when you run
You little minion, ask for my opinion
And you'll be safe cause my bless you've been given
So, don't rile me up, I'm not that kind to stop
To throw you back out, or even less shout
Punch you on the mouth, for all the words you've been yelling out
There's just one verse here, it's sick, but I can't quit it
Gotta find the ending of the song, I'mma spit it
For you all laud, I'm very proud to have this disease
I just released, and you just witnessed the power of my music, now
It's just a lyric, words hits these critics, I just found the gimmic
What's the duration, how can I get my ass to get a feedback?
Without even know the diraction, just agree now, fucking punk
Isn't I'm a infect on ya son, Rap is something I conceal
If there's nothing I can feel then I just keeping it more real
-Doodi-da-di-da-la-, I just got placed as a mental retardation
The best benefit you can get in this nation, it's so insane
Cause...
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{Chorus x2}
We got the proclivity to create lyrics immediately
Our activity shows the creativity, to act and simulate
These people we stimulate, are growing their inside hate
Then we gotta immolate, feel suffocate, sit still and wait
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Outro, Radio Sound
You just heard a song, from Artist
We actually got him here today Footsteps running
Oh well, we had him here, now he's gone...
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{Last Words}
Haha, f*ckers, get crunk... {Runs into a wall sound, SMASH}