THC

Target Acquired
THC

Light it up, start it up,
And watch it burn down,
And drive downtown,
Load it up, smoke it up,
And shoot ‘em down,
And hit the ground,
Mutha ****a it aint easy,
To rap like me,
With straight up
“G” terminology,
even though I’m not
Straight off the streets,
This **** is still hot,
stand up and try me,
don’t care what you think,
this beat’s got everything
But the mutha ****in kitchen sink,

Now we’re rollin right towards ya,
In a 4 door Corolla,
Let the beats play strident,
Rims bright as trident,
The law, we don’t abide it,
So dont try and fight it,
Just grab a CD, play THC
you know you wanna hear me,
I’m the rolex watch, of gangsta rap,
don’t like it, man your ass gonna get capped,
wiped right off the map,
better check your gun,
the streets aint all about fun,

instrumentality

I got friends in high places,
They’ll go face to face with,
Your boys and their Ace’s
You’ll get taught disgrace,
Cause its not about race,
Its just a race for first place,
To be a famous face,
To have a man on each base,
Boy you better make haste
pick up your pace,
Get out of this place,
Before I create some new spaces,
In your chest and your waist,
After I blow half your face off


I don’t smoke, I don’t toke,
But my rhymes are dope,
Yeah you know it Loc,
This **** aint a joke,
you don’t like it,
I don’t care,
Just watch your air,
And be aware,
7.62, I got my eye on you,
So scramble for your tre pound,
You’ll hear the sound
You hit the ground
The world spins ‘round
two seconds prior
On my list as a liar,
My brain said fire
It was target acquired.

Instrumentality

everyone you see,
Will pay the entrance fee,
Just to see me, THC,
Bust a dope beat
to make you move your feet,
These lyrics are sweet,
So get up off your seat,
And prepare to meet,
A real writer, with tempo
Game decider, ready set go
Tough fighter,
Get your lighter, light a blunt
And get higher,

Tre pound verse a “k” round,
You know you’re on your way down,
I’ll take you downtown,
To see the doctor,
But its too late, my bullets rocked ya,
And my homeboys all mocked ya,
I finally caught ya,
Don’t lie, don’t even try,
Just breathe you last sigh and prepare to die,
I aim steady cause I aint high,
I hear your bitch screamin’ farewell,
You know you’re on your way to hell,
The last thing that I tell ya,
Is that this record’s gonna sell,

Instrumentality

Lock and load, Hit the road,
Ride the hydro on your ’64,
hit the beats and punch the nitro,
Pop it up, ride it light and low,
Mutha ****as on the block,
Dealin dope and rocks,
Blue’s bustin out the C-walk,
Every door is locked,
Stealin or 3-wheelin,
Buyin or dealin,
Light a blunt see the ceiling,
Red and blue got no meaning,
Its green and white,

Cocaine and money,
Boy, it aint funny
They see your face,
They’re gonna trace ya,
And finally waste ya,
But to them its just another,
Unfortunate brotha,
From another hood,
Anotha motha,
North east west or southern,
It aint old skool no more,
But it aint a bore,
Fearin for your life is ****ing exciting,
Cops, feds, bloods, and crips,
Man everybody’s fighting,
AK’s and nine’s,
On the corner, gang signs,
Stop, yield and west side,
But the east is where I reside,


feedback, anything?

creepinson

hey man... finally someone wrote a song with some worthwhile topics... relationships? tragedy? emotions? CANNABIS? biggity bam what a rush... It started out good, but then it deteriorates into "gangsta" cliches and seemingly purposeless use of urban slang. It's not that the flow is bad, or the words themselves are in any way copied or stolen, but man, i've heard all this **** before. One treachorous rap trap you seem to fall into sometimes is going for easy rhymes. I mean, sometimes the line needs it for flow or whatever, but other times its just unnecessary, it seems alot of the song could just use a bit more creative/original thought and maybe (good golly) something new to say about rap and hip-hop in general. Another thing i don't understand is how an artist called THC could be so aggressive. Yeah, poppin caps can be pretty cool, but certainly NOT the weapon kind... and not until we spark this **** first... Why don't you talk about counting out change at a convenience store for the cheap noname cola and a bag of chips or something? Perhaps this is just me and i've simply turned a blind eye to the aspects of this counterculture that i find less enjoyable. On the other hand, maybe everyone just needs to mellow out, and take the time to think more about their lyrics.

THC

yeah, this is a pretty gangterized song.

I actually have no experience with ANYTHING mentioned there, except for playing music really loud in my moms Corolla.

Yeah, i havent even smoked weed and i rap like this.

creepinson

lol don't be frontin man... you don't need to rap about the same stuff as everyone else to make it good, stick to what you know, because the closer you actually are to your subject matter the more your reader will get out of it... listen to necro, hes one of my favourite mcs. its vicious and its not for listening near your mom, but it will make you a better rapper, if you have a strong stomach

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN

What sort of tool raps about "living on the streets" and "poppin' caps" and then openly admits that they haven't experienced anything that they just wrote/rapped about?

joyboyo53

an mtv generation...

lets take him out

jackhammer

Mofo is busting out large and giving it the middle finger homeboy..whatever the hell i'm talking about.

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