Picture me on the big TV Look at me cuz you'll probably see On the MTV Reppin' J-esus Christ is my lead I'm a follower Mob is what I am callin this, maulin' us Andre is what I'm following (fallowin) "Hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus!" Now Rosa said this was obscene But words like this can only be dreamt up in a dream Like Inception, apprehension was so unclear Disappear to the world livin' in fear 2012 is closin' near John Cusack, shed no tear For the very last year But he did leave a bruise on humanity yeah, boy Tom Cruise But I'm not standing on sofas Nor am I sitting here spitting at Oprah For the sake of Scientology For advanced technology The Anna Molly anthology Take you back to the docta's office, Pharamcology But this shit ain't real, boy, mythology Big bro headin' out to college But he'll acknowlegde Naledge Greatest Indie rapper who was privileged Little advice Roth says he loves college-he Even fell asleep in the bread aisle Referencing Eminem's 8 Mile. Most rappers careers are just trash My raps are comin' at you faster than Steve Nash Man, I'm only 14-just a teen But my raps are more complex than The-Dream's Yes my hero is Kid Cudi Mess with him and it's gonna get bloody Today my lyrics make you get some Duct taping your raps together with a gun Because just like I said my ryhmes are so complex FedEx can't even ship and cards become decks No not William Shatner trekks I make you crash but it ain't no car wreck So I will tell you my tale of rapping Little boy at the back already start snacking Lookin' here cuz I be mapping So get ready for a lyrical trapping Sittin' home waitin' for the call To go out and see and movie even go to the mall Hours pass by, feel like I've been played like a girl's doll. Suddenly an idea came through While sitting on my fat ass I knew what to do Called in big bro aka Drew Set up some beats to see just what I could do Everywhere labels yet to surround me No one to come and stand on one knee Instead they go and flee Terrorist boy they can't even see Raps can't compare to BUn B Guitar can't even be compared to Herman Li So sit down and I will tell you of my dream Crown me the next big thang in music Hip-Hop maniacs gonna lose it Blogs sayin' my raps are so sick Tupac Shakur, classic Excuse me, that was just tragic Cuz my raps are Disney World, dream world of magic Just like Sarah Palin, Alaskan Maverick I'm the code so get cracking Ryhthms just like Mozart Flow like Ozark Accurate like throw darts Comin' through like oh gosh Grand Prix like go carts Your gangster lifestyle is a lie Even niggas cry sometimes Partners in crime It's him and I aquemini I'll take it on rye Until you ask why Can't get money til' you try Them boys say they so fly Go out, black tie This terrorist gonna make you resupply, goodbye. Thanks guys really appreciating it :) Haha thanks. My inspirations are local Houston rappers (Trae Bun B Slim Thug) and Andre Big Boi Lupe Cudi and my favorite Chiddy Bang. I hate that whole "gangsta" stuff other rappers got going on. Rate my other one please!! :) http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100808123248AAZYWtQ&r=w