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"It's Over" by King Atlas

Beat: "Street Fight" by Bill Conti (Edited)

[Intro: Kobe Bryant]

"What's there to be happy about? Job's not finished... Job finished? I don't think so."

[Verse 1: King Atlas]

Instrumentals, is produced via mental

Sent through the MCs, empty until they been filled

With lyrics written, by the smitten of course

For hip hop, shit drops hotter than the source

Of heat within the galaxy, punks tried attackin' me

On the mic, I put up a fight, sent 'em to the back seat

Like Rosa Parks, I'm flyin' sparks

With hot stocks, and mad rock drops to be well-off

Sell off, sell out, get out of my face

If you don't have the chase, the drive to be on pace to by

25, have a platinum, diamond and gold

Record, with a crime record longer than Manute Bol

You don't want it enough, so you're a bust

It's either number one or none, I give trust

To my homies in the projects, honorable ghetto prophets

Rawest hip hopists, and my peeps with options

Who still chose to flow, either quick or slow

No mind the tempo, either slick or show

Boat, I'm sailin', rhymes prevailin'

Never failin', wailin', hailin' and mailin'

Albums out to East Coast, West, from the South

You know how we get it down, prevalent sound

I will pound the smallers MCs into a pillin'

Because they're ripe for the killin'

And I'm on a musical massacre, mastered the rap

Fanstical mack, mathematical

Track, with the graph, it's graphical

Against your wack ass rhymes, yeah they had to go

Radioactive, attackin', rappin'

Rapid rhymes are full fledged for packin'

Lyricists, you hearin' this, it's scientific

Proved the groove to be moved, when it gets hectic

I dissected the genre, and wrecked it

Rebuilt it, like Rome when I shown how I'm affected

Afflicted damage when I hop on the mic

I take 1 through 9 and 10, all in one night

10 outta 10 MCs won't recommend

Steppin' to me, you half-step, I'll be your end

I'll tell 'em what your last words was, so be grateful

I'm hateful when I'm buzzed, and plus, I ain't no angel

I'm kinda tired, you exhaust me, you'll never boss me

Don't think you're worthy, I'll kick your ass quarterly

You're cordially invited to see my raw beats

And lyrics brought to you from 713

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 2: King Atlas]

First things first, your verse is worse than a hearse

My rhyme's diverse, you need eyeliner and a purse

I reverse your cowboy, take 'em to town, boy

If you wanna get down, you'll need full clips in your round

I don't play around coy, I'm the real McCoy

If you tried to deploy, I'd mash you up like you're poi

Poised and steadily, rhymes are readily

Available upon demand, sorted by lettering

Extra, inconceivable lyrical, you seem medieval

I'm Evel Knievel, and your facade is see-through

Transparent, it's now apparent your starin'

At your ceiling, wonderin' how to get hated by parents

You wanna be raunchy, fiesty and niche

A hot take, raw opinion, but all you are is a bitch

Made, like a switchblade straight to the temple

I take a sample from your clan, make an example

Out of one or two, maybe more than a few

To show who you're truly dealin' with, I'm black and blue

In the face before I erase, my rhymes from the face

Of the Earth, I bet since birth you hoped you could chase

The tongue I was gifted, since birth I was lifted

Held up to the sky, so don't die, 'cuz you'd be missin'

The King, K-I-N-G, good and plenty

I feel your envy, your rhymes are empty

Nothin' comparable to mine, nobody's sparable

The Stanley Parable makes more sense, than what your flair is for

Drop to your knees, kiss the floor

Make out with the floor, have sex with it, make it raw

Teeth to the curb, you know it's gonna hurt

But it has to happen, you wanted to start this battle rappin'

Then no problem, what's the haps, then?

Wanna bring the action, like pain to my brain

Insane, I'll write the caption

A rival faction, between me and you

But I'm starin' through my rearview as I'm leavin', nice seein' you

But I'll have to go, track the next episode

You're a Texaco, I'm bigger and better than Costco

It ain't even a personal matter

You're just a platter, I'm the main course, of course you flatter

Me when you try to conceive a thought

In an attempt to court, but it comes out distraught

Of course it does, why am I not surprised?

Because I've waited for this moment since 1979

And now it's arrived, it's here to stay

But I don't play, you'll learn that about the A

And if you wanna talk smack, we can rack

Put up them dukes, but don't back down when I attack

You from every angle, you thought I was an angel

But I'm the devil, so keep your head on a swivel

I'm on another level, you call yourself a rebel

Tryna be bad, real bad, but all you are's a little

Pain in my ass, you want a medal?

Want an award, a trophy, so you can revel

Bask in your phoney-ass throne with your brass

You'll never pass, I surpass, the mass knows who's class

We're attendin', I'm bendin' and mendin'

I'm the teacher, you need help, I don't mind lendin'

A helpin' hand, but just in case

You'll need to make a promise to me, nothin's laced

So don't try to backtrack, rap to attack, wack

'Cuz if you want my come back, just scrape it off ya mama's face

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 3: King Atlas]

When I write the words I speak on the mic, with fine vocals

You can't see with bifocals, third eye's blind also

Total chaos, when they playas be tryna trap me

These bitches wacky, I'll bottle them up and then I'll cap thee

With rap sheets, written in ancient hieroglyphics

To your mind see, my third eye be rhymin' prime, prolific

Sadistic, when I get on the mic, you got it twisted

I remixed it, fixed it, dipped my toe in the River of Styx, then

I went out to battle, burned and murdered all their cattle

Rode the story like a saddle, to Cairo

And then I chattled all who prattle like they babble

Babylonians to addled, it don't add up

Left 'em scattered across Saharan to scab up

And peel off the face of this world, been burned

Since the days it first turned, we've learned we gotta earn

Our keep in this world of cream, and fine things

Rhyme schemes find me, even when I'm hiding

Designing, the lyrics made from blueprints in my mind

When I get up on the stage, they're released into the mic

In no time, I got no time for lines

It's a 9 to 5, 24/7/365

From day to night, I play it right

I lay it tight, all while hype players fight

Over who's the best, in hopes they can boast

But don't know if y'all fellas is players, then I'm the head coach

Light up the roach, make a toast, hit the roast

Double-pump action, like Bo Jackson when the turf smokes

I'm a duel threat, no sweat, I raise the dead

Razor heads need to lay their head to bed before I says their dead

And what I say must come true, I'm one too

Deep, when I speak, the words hit harder than kung-fu

Karate chop to your neck, like cardboard

I shoot you up, and leave you with holes just like a dartboard

Or Swiss cheese, or sponges like Brady Bunch is-

Tom Brady when he's dropped by the hundreds

Go cry about it, little baby bitch

Tom Brady gives me an itch, I need a switch

To turn off the lights, and get it on

If you don't know how to cope, you best move along

Ain't nothin' wrong, but I'll smite ya, I'll fight ya

Bite ya neck, but not your rhymes because you're like a

Dyslexic, anorexic, protected

By mommy and daddy, so your steel don't cut, when you flex it

Like Hexxus, I wrecks it, and feed

Off the greed and need to be me, you must seethe

Through your teeth, and your molars grind

Rhyme after rhyme, line after line, all the time

I'ma rhyme and manifest the mic that I hold

You want it next? Then ya gotta have soul

But ya clearly don't got it, you're soulless

A ghost, need to take control of a host, when you're a polter-

Geist, like a phantom, enticin', romancin'

Keepin' 'em dancin', control Charles Manson

And you know what really grinds my gears, when I find my peers

So-called, bitin' rhyme ideas

And now you know it's been decided, I'm undivided

How I be ridin' the wave of the motherfuckin' lightning

It's frighting, and ain't no time to be

Deciding on what's the best choice, when lives are biding

On the decision that you need to make

Because fate won't wait until your brain's in the gate, it's too late

It's over, I already told ya

Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes, you're colder

Than hotter, gettin' further and farther

Hurtin' and barterin' for your life, water

In the oceans and Earth on the land, and oxygen in the air, it's called Mother

Nature, try to take her and rape her of product

Make her all but with sons and daughters

'Till the Ice Age comes, and we're all frozen

Can only hope to get older, when it's all over!

I want to know if I'm lesbian. I'm only attracted to females and not any males, but I don't know if it's just because I haven't seen any males that I'm attracted to yet. All my crushes have been girls, too, but I haven't even been really attracted to any men. Does this make me lesbian?

Kobe is my GOAT. He's the one who got me into basketball and sports in general, and now I play sports going into high school. However, people often call me a POS, a-hole, and other things because Kobe SA'd in the 2000s. Now, am I advocating for it? No, but I'm just saying: You're all hippocrits. You know what MICHAEL JACKSON DID WITH LITTLE BOYS? Yet all y'all still love him, don't you? Kobe did it without consent, yes, but it was still with a 19 year old, meanwhile Michael did it with CHILDREN. SLEEPING. IN HIS BED. MULTIPLE TIMES. Oh, he was never convicted? Guess who else wasn't? Kobe Bryant. Oh, what's that? YOU BELIEVE IN GOD? YOU FOLLOW A RELIGION STEMMING FROM CHRISTIANITY? THE SAME RELIGION THAT IT'S PEOPLE RAPED, MURDERED, STOLE, AND LIED TO GROW IT'S FOLLOWING? I'm not saying it's okay what he did, I'm just saying don't get mad at me because he's still my favorite player and he's the player who helped me navigate through parts of my life over the past couples of years, he's the one who I thought of when I wanted to quit things when shit got hard, and didn't. When I wanted to off myself because I couldn't handle shit in life, I thought about what would have happened if Kobe gave up when shit got hard. I'm not a garbage human because I love Kobe Bryant. I've also noticed the majority (at least 90%) of people who say these things about me for this, are people who follow ZERO basketball whatsoever. You don't know his legacy, what he did other than that, and are not only judging him, but judging me for it. Once again, am I saying SA is okay? No. But I'm not saying it gives you a right to insult me and verbally assault me at times because of it, especially when your religion was created by people 20x worse, and you still love people like Michael Jackson who did essentially the same thing, just worse. And remember: It's a personal opinion, and I'm allowed to have an opinion you don't like or agree with, speaking as a U.S. citizen (I know this doesn't apply to everyone). Main thing is: I'm allowed to be a Kobe fan, most of y'all don't know what you're talking about, y'all are hippocrits, and you really have no right to talk to me like that about this.

Note: THIS IS FOR PEOPLE WHO I'M DESCRIBING IN THE POST, THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO EVERYONE

"It's Over" by King Atlas

Beat: "Street Fight" by Bill Conti (Edited)

[Intro: Kobe Bryant]

"What's there to be happy about? Job's not finished... Job finished? I don't think so."

[Verse 1: King Atlas]

Instrumentals, is produced via mental

Sent through the MCs, empty until they been filled

With lyrics written, by the smitten of course

For hip hop, shit drops hotter than the source

Of heat within the galaxy, punks tried attackin' me

On the mic, I put up a fight, sent 'em to the back seat

Like Rosa Parks, I'm flyin' sparks

With hot stocks, and mad rock drops to be well-off

Sell off, sell out, get out of my face

If you don't have the chase, the drive to be on pace to by

25, have a platinum, diamond and gold

Record, with a crime record longer than Manute Bol

You don't want it enough, so you're a bust

It's either number one or none, I give trust

To my homies in the projects, honorable ghetto prophets

Rawest hip hopists, and my peeps with options

Who still chose to flow, either quick or slow

No mind the tempo, either slick or show

Boat, I'm sailin', rhymes prevailin'

Never failin', wailin', hailin' and mailin'

Albums out to East Coast, West, from the South

You know how we get it down, prevalent sound

I will pound the smallers MCs into a pillin'

Because they're ripe for the killin'

And I'm on a musical massacre, mastered the rap

Fanstical mack, mathematical

Track, with the graph, it's graphical

Against your wack ass rhymes, yeah they had to go

Radioactive, attackin', rappin'

Rapid rhymes are full fledged for packin'

Lyricists, you hearin' this, it's scientific

Proved the groove to be moved, when it gets hectic

I dissected the genre, and wrecked it

Rebuilt it, like Rome when I shown how I'm affected

Afflicted damage when I hop on the mic

I take 1 through 9 and 10, all in one night

10 outta 10 MCs won't recommend

Steppin' to me, you half-step, I'll be your end

I'll tell 'em what your last words was, so be grateful

I'm hateful when I'm buzzed, and plus, I ain't no angel

I'm kinda tired, you exhaust me, you'll never boss me

Don't think you're worthy, I'll kick your ass quarterly

You're cordially invited to see my raw beats

And lyrics brought to you from 713

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 2: King Atlas]

First things first, your verse is worse than a hearse

My rhyme's diverse, you need eyeliner and a purse

I reverse your cowboy, take 'em to town, boy

If you wanna get down, you'll need full clips in your round

I don't play around coy, I'm the real McCoy

If you tried to deploy, I'd mash you up like you're poi

Poised and steadily, rhymes are readily

Available upon demand, sorted by lettering

Extra, inconceivable lyrical, you seem medieval

I'm Evel Knievel, and your facade is see-through

Transparent, it's now apparent your starin'

At your ceiling, wonderin' how to get hated by parents

You wanna be raunchy, fiesty and niche

A hot take, raw opinion, but all you are is a bitch

Made, like a switchblade straight to the temple

I take a sample from your clan, make an example

Out of one or two, maybe more than a few

To show who you're truly dealin' with, I'm black and blue

In the face before I erase, my rhymes from the face

Of the Earth, I bet since birth you hoped you could chase

The tongue I was gifted, since birth I was lifted

Held up to the sky, so don't die, 'cuz you'd be missin'

The King, K-I-N-G, good and plenty

I feel your envy, your rhymes are empty

Nothin' comparable to mine, nobody's sparable

The Stanley Parable makes more sense, than what your flair is for

Drop to your knees, kiss the floor

Make out with the floor, have sex with it, make it raw

Teeth to the curb, you know it's gonna hurt

But it has to happen, you wanted to start this battle rappin'

Then no problem, what's the haps, then?

Wanna bring the action, like pain to my brain

Insane, I'll write the caption

A rival faction, between me and you

But I'm starin' through my rearview as I'm leavin', nice seein' you

But I'll have to go, track the next episode

You're a Texaco, I'm bigger and better than Costco

It ain't even a personal matter

You're just a platter, I'm the main course, of course you flatter

Me when you try to conceive a thought

In an attempt to court, but it comes out distraught

Of course it does, why am I not surprised?

Because I've waited for this moment since 1979

And now it's arrived, it's here to stay

But I don't play, you'll learn that about the A

And if you wanna talk smack, we can rack

Put up them dukes, but don't back down when I attack

You from every angle, you thought I was an angel

But I'm the devil, so keep your head on a swivel

I'm on another level, you call yourself a rebel

Tryna be bad, real bad, but all you are's a little

Pain in my ass, you want a medal?

Want an award, a trophy, so you can revel

Bask in your phoney-ass throne with your brass

You'll never pass, I surpass, the mass knows who's class

We're attendin', I'm bendin' and mendin'

I'm the teacher, you need help, I don't mind lendin'

A helpin' hand, but just in case

You'll need to make a promise to me, nothin's laced

So don't try to backtrack, rap to attack, wack

'Cuz if you want my come back, just scrape it off ya mama's face

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 3: King Atlas]

When I write the words I speak on the mic, with fine vocals

You can't see with bifocals, third eye's blind also

Total chaos, when they playas be tryna trap me

These bitches wacky, I'll bottle them up and then I'll cap thee

With rap sheets, written in ancient hieroglyphics

To your mind see, my third eye be rhymin' prime, prolific

Sadistic, when I get on the mic, you got it twisted

I remixed it, fixed it, dipped my toe in the River of Styx, then

I went out to battle, burned and murdered all their cattle

Rode the story like a saddle, to Cairo

And then I chattled all who prattle like they babble

Babylonians to addled, it don't add up

Left 'em scattered across Saharan to scab up

And peel off the face of this world, been burned

Since the days it first turned, we've learned we gotta earn

Our keep in this world of cream, and fine things

Rhyme schemes find me, even when I'm hiding

Designing, the lyrics made from blueprints in my mind

When I get up on the stage, they're released into the mic

In no time, I got no time for lines

It's a 9 to 5, 24/7/365

From day to night, I play it right

I lay it tight, all while hype players fight

Over who's the best, in hopes they can boast

But don't know if y'all fellas is players, then I'm the head coach

Light up the roach, make a toast, hit the roast

Double-pump action, like Bo Jackson when the turf smokes

I'm a duel threat, no sweat, I raise the dead

Razor heads need to lay their head to bed before I says their dead

And what I say must come true, I'm one too

Deep, when I speak, the words hit harder than kung-fu

Karate chop to your neck, like cardboard

I shoot you up, and leave you with holes just like a dartboard

Or Swiss cheese, or sponges like Brady Bunch is-

Tom Brady when he's dropped by the hundreds

Go cry about it, little baby bitch

Tom Brady gives me an itch, I need a switch

To turn off the lights, and get it on

If you don't know how to cope, you best move along

Ain't nothin' wrong, but I'll smite ya, I'll fight ya

Bite ya neck, but not your rhymes because you're like a

Dyslexic, anorexic, protected

By mommy and daddy, so your steel don't cut, when you flex it

Like Hexxus, I wrecks it, and feed

Off the greed and need to be me, you must seethe

Through your teeth, and your molars grind

Rhyme after rhyme, line after line, all the time

I'ma rhyme and manifest the mic that I hold

You want it next? Then ya gotta have soul

But ya clearly don't got it, you're soulless

A ghost, need to take control of a host, when you're a polter-

Geist, like a phantom, enticin', romancin'

Keepin' 'em dancin', control Charles Manson

And you know what really grinds my gears, when I find my peers

So-called, bitin' rhyme ideas

And now you know it's been decided, I'm undivided

How I be ridin' the wave of the motherfuckin' lightning

It's frighting, and ain't no time to be

Deciding on what's the best choice, when lives are biding

On the decision that you need to make

Because fate won't wait until your brain's in the gate, it's too late

It's over, I already told ya

Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes, you're colder

Than hotter, gettin' further and farther

Hurtin' and barterin' for your life, water

In the oceans and Earth on the land, and oxygen in the air, it's called Mother

Nature, try to take her and rape her of product

Make her all but with sons and daughters

'Till the Ice Age comes, and we're all frozen

Can only hope to get older, when it's all over!

I'm in Texas and wondering if there's anything I should know or look out for as I'm gonna be playing football either this year or next year, I'll also be moving and possibly transferring either schools or entire districts in March

I'm from Texas and I've heard that some people in other countries use Texas as a synonym for "crazy" or "wild", and example I saw was from an Australian claiming that an example of "Texas" used this way in a sentence is if a party was wild or crazy, you'd say that party was "Totally Texas", which I personally think is BS, but that may just be because I'm from Texas and don't see it as that crazy, which is why I'm here to ask people from other countries if this is an actual saying or some BS I read.

And yes I am neurodivergent

I'll be hesitant to tell stuff about me at first just outta the bat but after talking and messaging I'll be happy to answer any questions

And yes I am neurodivergent

I'll be hesitant to tell stuff about me at first just outta the bat but after talking and messaging I'll be happy to answer any questions

[Intro: Kobe Bryant]

"What's there to be happy about? Job's not finished... Job finished? I don't think so."

[Verse 1: King Atlas]

Instrumentals, is produced via mental

Sent through the MCs, empty until they been filled

With lyrics written, by the smitten of course

For hip hop, shit drops hotter than the source

Of heat within the galaxy, punks tried attackin' me

On the mic, I put up a fight, sent 'em to the back seat

Like Rosa Parks, I'm flyin' sparks

With hot stocks, and mad rock drops to be well-off

Sell off, sell out, get out of my face

If you don't have the chase, the drive to be on pace to by

25, have a platinum, diamond and gold

Record, with a crime record longer than Manute Bol

You don't want it enough, so you're a bust

It's either number one or none, I give trust

To my homies in the projects, honorable ghetto prophets

Rawest hip hopists, and my peeps with options

Who still chose to flow, either quick or slow

No mind the tempo, either slick or show

Boat, I'm sailin', rhymes prevailin'

Never failin', wailin', hailin' and mailin'

Albums out to East Coast, West, from the South

You know how we get it down, prevalent sound

I will pound the smallers MCs into a pillin'

Because they're ripe for the killin'

And I'm on a musical massacre, mastered the rap

Fanstical mack, mathematical

Track, with the graph, it's graphical

Against your wack ass rhymes, yeah they had to go

Radioactive, attackin', rappin'

Rapid rhymes are full fledged for packin'

Lyricists, you hearin' this, it's scientific

Proved the groove to be moved, when it gets hectic

I dissected the genre, and wrecked it

Rebuilt it, like Rome when I shown how I'm affected

Afflicted damage when I hop on the mic

I take 1 through 9 and 10, all in one night

10 outta 10 MCs won't recommend

Steppin' to me, you half-step, I'll be your end

I'll tell 'em what your last words was, so be grateful

I'm hateful when I'm buzzed, and plus, I ain't no angel

I'm kinda tired, you exhaust me, you'll never boss me

Don't think you're worthy, I'll kick your ass quarterly

You're cordially invited to see my raw beats

And lyrics brought to you from 713

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 2: King Atlas]

First things first, your verse is worse than a hearse

My rhyme's diverse, you need eyeliner and a purse

I reverse your cowboy, take 'em to town, boy

If you wanna get down, you'll need full clips in your round

I don't play around coy, I'm the real McCoy

If you tried to deploy, I'd mash you up like you're poi

Poised and steadily, rhymes are readily

Available upon demand, sorted by lettering

Extra, inconceivable lyrical, you seem medieval

I'm Evel Knievel, and your facade is see-through

Transparent, it's now apparent your starin'

At your ceiling, wonderin' how to get hated by parents

You wanna be raunchy, fiesty and niche

A hot take, raw opinion, but all you are is a bitch

Made, like a switchblade straight to the temple

I take a sample from your clan, make an example

Out of one or two, maybe more than a few

To show who you're truly dealin' with, I'm black and blue

In the face before I erase, my rhymes from the face

Of the Earth, I bet since birth you hoped you could chase

The tongue I was gifted, since birth I was lifted

Held up to the sky, so don't die, 'cuz you'd be missin'

The King, K-I-N-G, good and plenty

I feel your envy, your rhymes are empty

Nothin' comparable to mine, nobody's sparable

The Stanley Parable makes more sense, than what your flair is for

Drop to your knees, kiss the floor

Make out with the floor, have sex with it, make it raw

Teeth to the curb, you know it's gonna hurt

But it has to happen, you wanted to start this battle rappin'

Then no problem, what's the haps, then?

Wanna bring the action, like pain to my brain

Insane, I'll write the caption

A rival faction, between me and you

But I'm starin' through my rearview as I'm leavin', nice seein' you

But I'll have to go, track the next episode

You're a Texaco, I'm bigger and better than Costco

It ain't even a personal matter

You're just a platter, I'm the main course, of course you flatter

Me when you try to conceive a thought

In an attempt to court, but it comes out distraught

Of course it does, why am I not surprised?

Because I've waited for this moment since 1979

And now it's arrived, it's here to stay

But I don't play, you'll learn that about the A

And if you wanna talk smack, we can rack

Put up them dukes, but don't back down when I attack

You from every angle, you thought I was an angel

But I'm the devil, so keep your head on a swivel

I'm on another level, you call yourself a rebel

Tryna be bad, real bad, but all you are's a little

Pain in my ass, you want a medal?

Want an award, a trophy, so you can revel

Bask in your phoney-ass throne with your brass

You'll never pass, I surpass, the mass knows who's class

We're attendin', I'm bendin' and mendin'

I'm the teacher, you need help, I don't mind lendin'

A helpin' hand, but just in case

You'll need to make a promise to me, nothin's laced

So don't try to backtrack, rap to attack, wack

'Cuz if you want my comeback, just scrape it off ya mama's face

[Chorus: Kobe Bryant]

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

Yo, it's one world, my world's in the end

Let it spin, if it stops, I'll spin it again

Because it's one life, the good life 'til I go

And if you know what I know, then you know how it go

[Verse 3: King Atlas]

When I write the words I speak on the mic, with fine vocals

You can't see with bifocals, third eye's blind also

Total chaos, when they playas be tryna trap me

These bitches wacky, I'll bottle them up and then I'll cap thee

With rap sheets, written in ancient hieroglyphics

To your mind see, my third eye be rhyming prime, prolific

Sadistic, when I get on the mic, you got it twisted

I remixed it, fixed it, dipped my toe in the River of Styx, then

I went out to battle, burned and murdered all their cattle

Rode the story like a saddle, to Cairo

And then I chattled all who prattle like they babble

Babylonians to addled, it don't add up

Left 'em scattered across Saharan to scab up

And peel off the face of this world, been burned

Since the days it first turned, we've learned we gotta earn

Our keep in this world of cream, and fine things

Rhyme schemes find me, even when I'm hiding

Designing, the lyrics made from blueprints in my mind

When I get up on the stage, they're released into the mic

In no time, I got no time for lines

It's a 9 to 5, 24/7/365 From day to night, I play it right

I lay it tight, all while hype players fight

Over who's the best, in hopes they can boast

But don't know if y'all fellas is players, then I'm the head coach

Light up the roach, make a toast, hit the roast

Double-pump action, like Bo Jackson when the turf smokes

I'm a duel threat, no sweat, I raise the dead

Razor heads need to lay their head to bed before I says their dead

And what I say must come true, I'm one too

Deep, when I speak, the words hit harder than kung-fu

Karate chop to your neck, like cardboard

I shoot you up, and leave you with holes just like a dartboard

Or Swiss cheese, or sponges like Brady Bunch is- Tom Brady when he's dropped by the hundreds

Go cry about it, little baby bitch

Tom Brady gives me an itch, I need a switch

To turn off the lights, and get it on

If you don't know how to cope, you best move along

Ain't nothin' wrong, but I'll smite ya, I'll fight ya

Bite ya neck, but not your rhymes because you're like a

Dyslexic, anorexic, protected

By mommy and daddy, so your steel don't cut, when you flex it

Like Hexxus, I wrecks it, and feed

Off the greed and need to be me, you must seethe

Through your teeth, and your molars grind

Rhyme after rhyme, line after line, all the time

I'ma rhyme and manifest the mic that I hold

You want it next? Then ya gotta have soul

But ya clearly don't got it, you're soulless

A ghost, need to take control of a host, when you're a polter-

Geist, ...

I was born late 2011, so we're pretty much the same age, she's just a little younger than me. Some people I've told this to call me weird for my celebrity crush being Riley Curry, and some call me a pedo if they see me IRL because I look 17, but that's not the case. I think this is actually better, I feel like it's more normal for me, a 14 year old to have a celebrity crush who's also my age rather than a grown woman. Plus, either way, none of us are actually gonna date our celebrity crushes, that's why they're CELEBRITY crushes and not regular crushes. But what do y'all think?

I asked out my crush, let's call her Chloe because that's her name. Now, Chloe and I have been friends since we met in 7th grade in online homeschooling at Texas Connections Academy. Now, I live in Tomball which is in Houston, and she lives in Lewisville, which is in Dallas. But we became friends the first week after exchanging numbers in an art LiveLesson, which is basically like a Zoom call but a little different. Now, around the week before the last day of 8th grade, I asked her out. Now, I had liked her since 7th grade, and she liked me too, but I have social anxiety and autism and I've never asked out any of my crushes before. Technically, I didn't even ask her out. Some friends I met from her found out, made a group chat with us in it, and told her. Now, she didn't actually give me an answer, but she said she needed 2 days to give me an answer. Just now, about 20 minutes ago, I found out she had recently gotten a boyfriend when they told her I liked her. She never told me, no one did. It wasn't until now, with 18 days left until 9th grade starts, that she finally answered me after months of ghosting me, telling me about it and saying she didn't wanna say no to me and possibly ruin the friendship so she just ignored me, which honestly hurts more, since I even asked her if she wanted to say no, to just say it and get it over with. But at least now I have my answer and she's talking to me again, and we're back to being friends. She's the first crush of mine that I've told I like her, and she's my first rejection, so at least those are out of the way, and now I can finally say I asked out my crush before, even if the... other stuff ended up happening. This isn't a Q&A, unless you want it to be, this is just to share and maybe vent, depending on how you take it. Now, do I still like her? Absolutely, but will I do anything about it? No, because she has a boyfriend, and I'm not that kinda guy. I just hope one day I can be that guy for her, but in the meantime, at least we're back to talking and being friends again.

First things first, your verse is worse than a hearse

My rhyme's diverse, you need eyeliner and a purse

I reverse your cowboy, take 'em to town, boy

If you wanna get down, you'll need full clips in your round

I don't play around coy, I'm the real McCoy

If you tried to deploy, I'd mash you up like you're poi

Poised and steadily, rhymes are readily

Available upon demand, sorted by lettering

Extra, inconceivable lyrical, you seem medieval

I'm Evel Knievel, and your facade is see-through

Transparent, it's now apparent your starin'

At your ceiling, wonderin' how to get hated by parents

You wanna be raunchy, fiesty and niche

A hot take, raw opinion, but all you are is a bitch

Made, like a switchblade straight to the temple

I take a sample from your clan, make an example

Out of one or two, maybe more than a few

To show who you're truly dealin' with, I'm black and blue

In the face before I erase, my rhymes from the face

Of the Earth, I bet since birth you hoped you could chase

The tongue I was gifted, since birth I was lifted

Held up to the sky, so don't die, 'cuz you'd be missin'

The King, K-I-N-G, good and plenty

I feel your envy, your rhymes are empty

Nothin' comparable to mine, nobody's sparable

The Stanley Parable makes more sense, than what your flair is for

Drop to your knees, kiss the floor

Make out with the floor, have sex with it, make it raw

Teeth to the curb, you know it's gonna hurt

But it has to happen, you wanted to start this battle rappin'

Then no problem, what's the haps, then?

Wanna bring the action, like pain to my brain

Insane, I'll write the caption

A rival faction, between me and you

But I'm starin' through my rearview as I'm leavin', nice seein' you

But I'll have to go, track the next episode

You're a Texaco, I'm bigger and better than Costco

It ain't even a personal matter

You're just a platter, I'm the main course, of course you flatter

Me when you try to conceive a thought

In an attempt to court, but it comes out distraught

Of course it does, why am I not surprised?

Because I've waited for this moment since 1979

And now it's arrived, it's here to stay

But I don't play, you'll learn that about the K

And if you wanna talk smack, we can rack

Put up them dukes, but don't back down when I attack

You from every angle, you thought I was an angel

But I'm the devil, so keep your head on a swivel

I'm on another level, you call yourself a rebel

Tryna be bad, real bad, but all you are's a little

Pain in my ass, you want a medal?

Want an award, a trophy, so you can revel

Bask in your phoney-ass throne with your brass

You'll never pass, I surpass, the mass knows who's class

We're attendin', I'm bendin' and mendin'

I'm the teacher, you need help, I don't mind lendin'

A helpin' hand, but just in case

You'll need to make a promise to me, nothin's laced

So don't try to backtrack, rap to attack, wack

'Cuz if you want my come back, just scrape it off ya mama's face

You ever love somebody so much that it physically hurts and you get depression from not being with them or not being able to be with them because they either don't live near or any othe reasons other than they're already in a relationship?