Punk Hazard
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Something I wrote to Lose Yourself. Hope it's enjoyed.
Lose yourself
Verse 1
My desire is to unleash upon the world my fire
To someday be able to inspire
Someone to after what they aspire
To ascend higher
To be able to rightfully call myself the sire
Of this rap game, to raise lighters
To motivate the fighters
To earn the envy of the biters
To one day be called tighter
When I was younger, people talked to me like I was a genius
Now my thoughts seem so heinous
Hear me talk, you'd probably think I was shameless
And assume that I'm brainless
But I got the thoughts to be famous
To one day have to world know what my name is
To probe who's truly the lamest
Me, the MC
Or you Mr. Nameless
So I don't care if you see that I'm whack
You no better cuz the radio ain't playing your tracks
If you're so good and real
Tell me why the f*ck don't you got a deal
Struggling still
It's cuz you don't got the skill
You only think that you're ill
Chorus goes here
Verse 2
I was always the type to underestimate myself
Never find ways to motivate myself
I almost started to hate myself
But I then started writing lyrics
My skill lifted along with my spirit
It's like I found my true calling
To be honest, I don't care about balling
When I hear the beat, I'm just gonna go all in
Enough with the stalling
My mans gave me a beat, I neglected
Told me a song idea, I rejected
I told myself "Do what you're best at"
Then I told myself such a thing don't exist
Almost gave up but I persist
Realized I was good lyricist
Maybe I do belong spitting ****
Hop on the beat and start killing it
People bump their heads cuz they're feeling it
My cold flow froze souls
Heading to my goal
Gonna have my story told
Lose yourself
Verse 1
My desire is to unleash upon the world my fire
To someday be able to inspire
Someone to after what they aspire
To ascend higher
To be able to rightfully call myself the sire
Of this rap game, to raise lighters
To motivate the fighters
To earn the envy of the biters
To one day be called tighter
When I was younger, people talked to me like I was a genius
Now my thoughts seem so heinous
Hear me talk, you'd probably think I was shameless
And assume that I'm brainless
But I got the thoughts to be famous
To one day have to world know what my name is
To probe who's truly the lamest
Me, the MC
Or you Mr. Nameless
So I don't care if you see that I'm whack
You no better cuz the radio ain't playing your tracks
If you're so good and real
Tell me why the f*ck don't you got a deal
Struggling still
It's cuz you don't got the skill
You only think that you're ill
Chorus goes here
Verse 2
I was always the type to underestimate myself
Never find ways to motivate myself
I almost started to hate myself
But I then started writing lyrics
My skill lifted along with my spirit
It's like I found my true calling
To be honest, I don't care about balling
When I hear the beat, I'm just gonna go all in
Enough with the stalling
My mans gave me a beat, I neglected
Told me a song idea, I rejected
I told myself "Do what you're best at"
Then I told myself such a thing don't exist
Almost gave up but I persist
Realized I was good lyricist
Maybe I do belong spitting ****
Hop on the beat and start killing it
People bump their heads cuz they're feeling it
My cold flow froze souls
Heading to my goal
Gonna have my story told
