T-Dips
T Dips
New York, NY
The second time on the mic is when I start to rhyme tight Now I'm loosed up because I just juiced up Cranberry & vodka got me all Goosed up And if I had me a rope then you'd be all noosed up So you can try to chew me all up and spit me back out From my fly-ass lips is where these words come out Lips like a brother, I flow like a hustler Suburban white boy but I can still freakin' smother All you fake-ass rap wannabes out there I'll take your instrumental and make it better if you dare Gimme two shots and I'll tear your stuff up Tomatoes thrown at you, I turn 'em to ketchup A lot of chasin' you'll be doin' if you're trying to catch me I'm on top of that 1-2-3 podium Yeah, baby, this is gold-medal stuff I can talk the talk because I'm like the Cold Crush
Comments by T-Dips
Comment by T-Dips
Like the piano intro with synth. Like life's been tough and it's an uphill climb but all it will take is some hard work to get it going again. And then the bass drops! Nice. "I'm gonna do it this time" chorus at 0:53. Bridge at 1:16 for quick ad-lib or instrumental-only section. Extend that bridge at least two more bars. Back into the chorus. So it will be an A-B-C-B-A-D song structure.