I'm Kinda Like Jesus(Cypher Viper)
Just straight rhymin', the recording(as with alot of my shit as of now) is kind of weak but just listen to the track itself and read along with the lyrics.
A vibrant, new rapper from Pittsburgh. Still perfecting his craft. Provides comedic energy as well as serious thought provoking lyrics his music. A real eye-ope
It all started when I was about 11 or 12. I would freestyle on the bus just jokin' around and such. My first song I ever recorded was called Big Balls In Your Soup (code for teabaggin') and it is LITERALLY an instant classic around here to the 75+ people in my old school of Shaler who bought the tape. The tape was meant to be a shocking, fucked up look at the mind of Bradster X, and it was fucked up nonetheless. Teachers were appaulled at the things I would say, as were students and parents.
I sold/gave away this mixtape (which is mostly on this website) called 04-05 Sessions. Some of the shit was older than '04 but whatchagonnado.
Visit Myspace.com/bradsterx for new songs I'm workin' on now for the new mixtape.
Keep in mind, this is for fun. In no way and I'm trying to be "hard" to any extent of the word. Some songs are more on the serious side but majority of my songs are tongue-in-cheek tunes. It's meant for entertainment and it's fun for me to do and honestly, I'm probably better than half you mother fuckers reading this shit anyway so kiss my ass for hating.
Story behind the song
I tried some new things on this one, I love the flow and the hook is pretty nice for bein' wrote in a few minutes. Enjoy
Lyrics
(Some things I say may offend you
But it shouldn't matter cause it's the truth
When you hear this name, I want your life to change
I bring the real, I hope your feelin' it, I'm bringin' the flames
Tap your feet
Move, out your seat, bitch
I turn water into rhyme, I'm kinda like Jesus in his prime
When he did that thing with wine, and that's my thesis)
My swiftness?
Better than a gift on Christmas
Blink once I'm pissed, blink twice you missed this
You were the same mother fucker
That said everything I say is lame, so you better just listen
This ain't a game, I see your flamboyant self
2 faced, don't know your place in this world of hell
It's a shame, nobody knows your name
You can never have a conversation with out gettin' flamed
Whips & chains, the metaphor for your life
Pussy whipped and chained down by your girl, that's right
I always knew that you would never ever amount to shit
I just never said nothin' cause I'm used to it
Your a dick with no balls
I'm the voice behind the rhyme
That speaks the truth and tries to bring the weak out of you
What your sayin' is false
I know that your a bitch
You hide behind this image that you think is so seamless
But deep down your really a virus
(Some things I say may offend you
But it shouldn't matter cause it's the truth
When you hear this name, I want your life to change
I bring the real, I hope your feelin' it, I'm bringin' the flames
Tap your feet
Move, out your seat, bitch
I turn water into rhyme, I'm kinda like Jesus in his prime
When he did that thing with wine, and that's my thesis)
Damage me, that type of shit will get you backhands for free
Because everything you say to me is all the same
Water from you hoes spittin' from the same nozzle, it's not a game
You thought I changed, when I talk a little nicer in private
If you were a plane I would guide it, can I put my dick inside it
Why you cryin' bitch
You left me because you couldn't decide on which
Cock you wanted to penetrate your cunt
So you run in neither direction and wound up a slut
I'll round up a bunch, of quarters and dime
And I'll let you provide all your guidance with
The light side of an angry guy chiefin' spliffs
Whose best friend barely survives on cliffs
A carbon copy of your body with a new personality
Would be an example of a perfected bitch
(Some things I say may offend you
But it shouldn't matter cause it's the truth
When you hear this name, I want your life to change
I bring the real, I hope your feelin' it, I'm bringin' the flames
Tap your feet
Move, out your seat, bitch
I turn water into rhyme, I'm kinda like Jesus in his prime
When he did that thing with wine, and that's my thesis)
