Stand Tall (Old)

[classthe_king]

I haven't had much time to write, but you might be seeing some new stuff soon cause ive been workin on a couple songs. Anyways this was the first song I made using mulit's, lol, but today I just went back and fixed the structure on it.

I will always fight to get it, the fame, glory, triumph
With these suckas it’s always the same story, I pump
My heart and soul into the game, quarries lie stunned
Wondering how it came take blame or he dies gunned
They all say that they envy and that they adore my fun
But they can’t see they won’t envy me before I’m done
So stand tall as ever, never back down, whoop some ass
Fight back; strike rap and trust me they will succumb fast
Become unsurpassed, because now the outdone first class
Will finally meet the hated wrath of the undone third class
Be done, contrast, and show them you’ll cum in their ass
Let no one say that you can’t, because it is the true chant
Of the rappers willing to decant the all the pain and anger
Of the slain and strangled into this verse or screwed rant
You pan and put your head on your knees, dreadin police,
Just another petty thief, hand on your gun, ready to squeeze.
He comes around and one shot leaves him dead in a heap,
Drop the gun, start to run and feel like it’s a hundred degrees.

Chorus: Eminem (Sampled From Till I Collapse)
Echoed:
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
Give out from underneath me

I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me

We try to sound like were all happy in our raps,
But really we’re trapped; it’s a matter of fact yo
Our pains de lato, that ain’t why we rap though,
We scrap so we survive; we got shit handed to us
Now the wit granted to us helps spit candid humors
We’re shit, stranded tumors leaching off society,
We ain’t learnin from your teachings, why would we
Wanna be a rich white boy, when we spit bright joy
To the youth, it’s the truth; we use sick, spite ploys
To mix blight noise and finally master this rap shit,
Turn your own fuckin life around you fat bitch,
The roads back there it is to late we’ve passed it,
We have to use what we have a group of massed wit,
The low class niche, the brothers were trapped with,
We’ve gotta adapt quick, look I have mapped it
Out for you mother fuckers but you have snatched it
Right out of my hands and cashed it for a little money
Your like fat boys you need it to feed your fat ass with.

Chorus

You mother fuckers try to judge me but you don’t understand
I have meant all I’ve said bitch it was my own blundered rant
To unanimously release each one of these one hundred chants
Don’t tell me what to do; I am not your drone under command
I’m prone to plunder my rands. What am I sayin you don’t understand
Here we are, were back again, this is how we already started
With your bitch ass being so fucking dumb this is retarded
So stop and listen as my rhymes and the beat swap and fission
It will force clots and pissin, then will leave ya shot and missin
They are all done, there is to be no choice, this is not volition
This rap is my proposition to stop the all of the opposition
I have topped cognition; I guess that im just the top musician
All I here is nonstop rendition from all the kids all the time
Rappers have predisposition like were two hot twins kissin
Were in position to force and imposition and have em wishin
We wouldn’t spin and kick em on the mother fucking ground
They found out the hard way the consequences of their contrition

[D'Leh]

nice structure, multies and good rhymes!!