Kae G The Original Seed:
The most violent, Souls invoke riots
Known giants, rouge pirates - a dope hybrid
The coldest in snow, thirty below with no coats - thriving
Once Covid is gone, I'm going to shows - to close eyelids
Low and behold, soldiers have rose to become tyrants
The motive, the goal; total the globe - and glow vibrant
If sober's the mold, it's broken and old - I'm so Irish
My vocal and tone, choking the soul from live tigers
Divine virus, guaranteed to thin the herd
The team that dreams of words - best believe this heat burn
Call the cleaner, need to learn - I'm supreme, the leader, word
When the evil Seed is heard, the people - see the worth
He's berserk, he's absurd - acting crazy, half drunk
Never play me, I'm saying - Rap raised me to slap punks
The last one, in action; smacking chumps with a passion
I'm asking: who want war with a Savage!
Fortune the Iron Mic Mangler:
I take action and do magic the street verb wizard
Stay savage, a bull mastiff, I'll eat your bird's gizzard
Make classical boom-bap, my speech is a word blizzard
Straight jackets won't hold me back, I'm reaching for your liver
You shiver, I got a scary talent, plus I'm very violent
You rarely challenge, whip ass in a flash like Barry Allen
No need to share ointment, you bleed from rare poison
Delete their enjoyment, I've seen it, I'm clairvoyant
The outcome is critical, medical records pitiful
I create better visuals with incredible syllables
Nigga, don't let it get physical I'm not your typical
Easy win, guarantee, it will end; pathetic and miserable
The tall dark creature with odd features and broad sneakers
Kick a hole in your large speakers ...
My thoughts deeper, than you average folks
Beakers and a lab coat and make non-believers see that it's mad dope
Appollo Valdez:
I'm a Carolina, Star Rider, hardliner, raw rhymer
Authorized author of flame, greatest of all-timer
Seven Signs remind you each verse, reverse your Alzheimer's
Any time, caught in the cipher - know it was all fire
Only raw shit you hear in ears, loud and clear
Shout out to the engineer that mix the stereo clear
These rappers wacker than the radio is
I spit it nastier than; bacterial fizz of venereal jizz
And you can front all you want -- when you pair with your peers
But the truth gonna appear in your fears, I'm well aware that I'm weird
Cause apparently, it's strange that I say - you ain't got shit to say to me - -- if you don't take care of your kids
Somebody probably felt some type of way, acting all pessimistic
I do this for the love, they only rap for the recognition
Real and authentic, while your wack and your neckless isn't
In fact, that's why the black on the back of your neck is itching, nigga!
credits
from Barbarians,
released October 15, 2021
Written by: B. Wade, O. Mitchell, A. Richardson
Produced by: Sutter Kain
Mixed & Mastered by: Sutter Kain
Brain Rapp’s recent album deals with the ups and downs of real life: health scares, bad breakups and newfound love. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2017