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Reader's Amnesia


Artist: Jhaaron L. Davis
Artist's Description
Ever heard a rapper spit so many bars that you forgot what genre you were even listening to?

Genre(s): Hip-hop/Rap,Pop Vocals,Old School Hip Hop,General R-n-B
Mood(s): Confident,Cool,Determined,Lively,Pompous
Style(s): Nightclub,Summer,TV Themes
Language(s): English
Cover Version:$12.00
Standard License:$150.00
Extended License:$300.00
BUY COPYRIGHT:$1,500.00

Reader's Amnesia

By Jhaaron L. Davis
(chorus)

spit real s**t until real s**t is all you can spit,
played my hand, say what's a dealer to a gambit,
new to the game, same plan to not panic
said I'm doin my thang, no tour guide or pamphlet

but I'm goin places , I’m talking places that you can't believe
maybe see a model come to shake it like a tambourine
she make a man forget about his old girl, amnesia
waking up a new man, ran out of anesthesia

(verse 1)

(uh) I’m on a new vibe lately,
rappers aiming for greatness their gun is stuck on the safety
I put my scope on the top of the billboards, you’re hating
because every beat I receive gets put in critical state

leave land mines, remind me to never go back,
I'm focused on past, present, and “guy who sings on auto tune on most tracks”
my music is addicting like I uploaded and sold crack
disappoint my dentist with a certified gold plaque

welcome to fame, fortune, and f**k you,
celebratory shots, I tell them to pour me a cup too,
mad because I'm on, must've walked in Uncle Ruckus’ shoes,
same old same old, had to give them somethin’ new,

back attacking tracks and my mind is that of a sensei's,
I'm hungry, other rappers are fasting, Ash Wednesday,
swallowed my competition, I'm s**ting by where the pen lays,
bars out the ass, like penitentiary inmates,

Enough about the old flames, I’m over it,
I’m so lit, I step inside the party like I own the b***h,
by a drink, watch them get, opposite of sober quick,
pissed off desperate girls, always have a bone to pick,

pass on the dark liquor pass a bag of potent s**t,
cannabis fantasies of a super model rollin’ it,
cannabis fantasies of a group of models smokin’ it,
vibing to my music while they’re telling me how dope it is

(chorus)

spit real s**t until real s**t is all you can spit,
played my hand, say what's a dealer to a gambit,
new to the game, same plan to not panic
said I'm doin my thang, no tour guide or pamphlet

but I'm goin places , I’m talking places that you can't believe
maybe see a model come to shake it like a tambourine
she make a man forget about his old girl, amnesia
waking up a new man, ran out of anesthesia

(verse 2)

flow has gone overload,
but you get the picture like a camera flash hold a pose,
homie slowed me down so I started goin solo,
the circle is gettin smaller like the smoke rings, blowing oh’s,

cold flow, f**k you if you think different, be real,
grind, making moves while most of you rather keep still,
started rapping, got to the point where you’re thinking, “he's ill”,
still going hard like grandfathers on v-pills

kill what you’re hearing, now you don't hear them that often
what you listen to is dead, threw your head phones in coffins,
what I'm doing is awesome but they just signed another lame
acting like they kill s**t, major movie hunger games

beats made in logic, left brain music
writing verses in my iPhone, Apple’s getting exclusives,
this isolated lame b***h asked me what I'm doing
leaving haters in my past while I'm staying on my new s**t

Grinding like a drunk chick, f**k what a whore say
married to my music, you rappers increase divorce rates,
murdered by a pen, the studio's where the corpse lay,
lifeless, staring as I write this, poor dames

looking for attention, here's 2 cents
give it to somebody who's willing to give a damn about your stupid s**t,
cool it, I'm focused on my damn self,
how to make it big, get mad love, and wealth

(chorus)

spit real s**t until real s**t is all you can spit,
played my hand, say what's a dealer to a gambit,
new to the game, same plan to not panic
said I'm doin my thang, no tour guide or pamphlet

but I'm goin places , I’m talking places that you can't believe
maybe see a model come to shake it like a tambourine
she make a man forget about his old girl, amnesia
waking up a new man, ran out of anesthesia

(verse 3)

know u give a f**k, yo, I  noticed that your pants fell
just a bunch of jack offs, wonder how your hands smell
the game’s on fire now, i wonder how that tan felt
if you’re being you, I’m being honest man I can't tell,

out of this world, these sci fi  lyrics
tell you that I’m doin me, D-I-Y, hear it
in the beat, I could pass for a nice guy
uncage the beast, you’ll be staring in a lion's eye (get torn to pieces)

Get torn to pieces
Get torn to pieces
Get torn to pieces
Get torn to pieces

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