00:11 I have no talent, Everything you hear is hard work, To get here so many bridges got burnt, And so many people got hurt, I lost my brothers and that shit hurt, But I’m working on myself, 24/7 putting in work, 00:22 And it’s sad my Lyca sim no longer twerks, That’s cus In my music I’m really putting in work, From the bottom so my shoes still covered in dirt, I like a bad one, Who can look classy in a skirt, Or bossy in a shirt, I had to put heads to the curb, Little man but it’s only truth in my words, I don’t wanna do a bird, Don’t wanna do a stretch, I throw it out it come back like I’m playing fetch, Drawing vivid pictures with my words. No sketch, Fucking up at my job like my names luschek, I do this shit for myself to keep myself in check, Cus once I stop with the music I’m just like the rest, 24/7 on a mission like a vet, But these dogs talk loud I might put them down who’s next, 1 on 1 rap battle I’m getting you perplexed, Cus my bars so complex, Simple flow with a lot of context, All it takes is one move, implanted to go boom like a Semtex, They like who’s up next, It’s me kJ or for the new fans It’s DS, I don’t talk about drills that makes me different, Or so I guess, I move pills That the fiends ingest, I never liked school failed every test, But I start flowing on a beat and I’m my very best, Never had that much beef, So I never had to wear a vest, But knife at my side when the rivals want a contest, Started moving smarter on my ones, I call that progress, Better on my ones and the industry has started to notice, Started on snap chat getting gassed up got me gloating, I’m so high rn got a white boy floating, And my ex’s is mad cus I’m still ghosting, I miss her or at least the throat thing, At ghosting I’m the king, When we had shanks we used to practise with the swing, Careful you might just cut my skin, Top bins, I used to love it when I sinned, Now I’ve matured realised I want finer things, It’s like I was logged out, And now I’m logged in, It gets awkward when a girl starts sobbing, SOS or something, Don’t message me when I’m shining, Came in on perfect timing, It’s the charts I’m soon to be climbing, I rap of beat, It’s a funny type thing, I used to get nervous when a girl get to typing, Now I got a whole load of fans that get hyping, Moving mad like I got high ping, And sometimes I get tired of typing, And start rapping on a beat titled, Type thing, But everything is like something, That’s a high thought kind of thing, And some rappers get stuck in circles, They rap and rap till there face turns purple, Or they don’t have the image pop up looking like urcle, Rn my life’s slow like turtle, But I got so much Talent that can’t go waste, Like old milk I won’t let my career curdle, So many obstacles I’m jumping over hurdles, Got a race track that zig zags, Cus I hate moving in circles, And for any lyrical genius out there, You would of realised my bars just came full circle, I had no talent now I have talent, I’m a bold eagle fear my talons, I smoke so much weed, Dry mouth g, Bottle of water for me, So many gallons, I’m a funny man but not the fake kind like jimmy fallon, Work life rap life I’m struggling to keep balance, They see a white boy think I’ve had an easy ride, Spoiler I haven’t, Spoiler on my ride about to speed of and cause havoc, I’m about to leave it here before the word play gets tragic
Kazza beats slap the hardest 🧨
Very cold
Eeeee ,great atmospheric
00:11
I have no talent,
Everything you hear is hard work,
To get here so many bridges got burnt,
And so many people got hurt,
I lost my brothers and that shit hurt,
But I’m working on myself,
24/7 putting in work,
00:22
And it’s sad my Lyca sim no longer twerks,
That’s cus In my music I’m really putting in work,
From the bottom so my shoes still covered in dirt,
I like a bad one,
Who can look classy in a skirt,
Or bossy in a shirt,
I had to put heads to the curb,
Little man but it’s only truth in my words,
I don’t wanna do a bird,
Don’t wanna do a stretch,
I throw it out it come back like I’m playing fetch,
Drawing vivid pictures with my words.
No sketch,
Fucking up at my job like my names luschek,
I do this shit for myself to keep myself in check,
Cus once I stop with the music I’m just like the rest,
24/7 on a mission like a vet,
But these dogs talk loud I might put them down who’s next,
1 on 1 rap battle I’m getting you perplexed,
Cus my bars so complex,
Simple flow with a lot of context,
All it takes is one move,
implanted to go boom like a Semtex,
They like who’s up next,
It’s me kJ or for the new fans It’s DS,
I don’t talk about drills that makes me different,
Or so I guess,
I move pills That the fiends ingest,
I never liked school failed every test,
But I start flowing on a beat and I’m my very best,
Never had that much beef,
So I never had to wear a vest,
But knife at my side when the rivals want a contest,
Started moving smarter on my ones,
I call that progress,
Better on my ones and the industry has started to notice,
Started on snap chat getting gassed up got me gloating,
I’m so high rn got a white boy floating,
And my ex’s is mad cus I’m still ghosting,
I miss her or at least the throat thing,
At ghosting I’m the king,
When we had shanks we used to practise with the swing,
Careful you might just cut my skin,
Top bins,
I used to love it when I sinned,
Now I’ve matured realised I want finer things,
It’s like I was logged out,
And now I’m logged in,
It gets awkward when a girl starts sobbing,
SOS or something,
Don’t message me when I’m shining,
Came in on perfect timing,
It’s the charts I’m soon to be climbing,
I rap of beat,
It’s a funny type thing,
I used to get nervous when a girl get to typing,
Now I got a whole load of fans that get hyping,
Moving mad like I got high ping,
And sometimes I get tired of typing,
And start rapping on a beat titled,
Type thing,
But everything is like something,
That’s a high thought kind of thing,
And some rappers get stuck in circles,
They rap and rap till there face turns purple,
Or they don’t have the image pop up looking like urcle,
Rn my life’s slow like turtle,
But I got so much Talent that can’t go waste,
Like old milk I won’t let my career curdle,
So many obstacles I’m jumping over hurdles,
Got a race track that zig zags,
Cus I hate moving in circles,
And for any lyrical genius out there,
You would of realised my bars just came full circle,
I had no talent now I have talent,
I’m a bold eagle fear my talons,
I smoke so much weed,
Dry mouth g,
Bottle of water for me,
So many gallons,
I’m a funny man but not the fake kind like jimmy fallon,
Work life rap life I’m struggling to keep balance,
They see a white boy think I’ve had an easy ride,
Spoiler I haven’t,
Spoiler on my ride about to speed of and cause havoc,
I’m about to leave it here before the word play gets tragic
Did you just made that up?
@@seafaringpuntite
Yh just freestlying then writing it down
U have the same typa rhyming schemes as me I like it
@@stilzo9259 oi for real rhyme schemes are actually similar
@@ko196 yea look at the description on my latest vid
Let’s hope we both blow 🙏🏼
So smoooooth g 🌊
this goes hardddd, keep it up
I just like it you know🔥💯
The vocals are smooth
Smooth g 💫
Kazza never desapont me 🎶🎶🔥🇦🇮
Jeeez this is hard bro 🔥
appreciate that bro
Hard beat
Crazy!
🔥🔥🔥fire beats
🔥🔥🔥 fye
i think you should make some more beats like this
more to come 💯
So hard bro💯they gotta hop on this🚀🚀
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