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Jordan Hudson May 2019
Characters on the screen
On my front plate
Burnouts and a scene
Going to speed
Gotta slow my roll
Though I got a goal
Got a ticket, what for?
Going too fast
Having a blast
The fact that you just got passed
Now you in last
Yeah
Tire heat on the floor
Smoke behind light me up
Line by line, sign by sign
Passed you, now you behind
Inline four, rev war
Ears sore? Wanna hear more?
Or I can drive away
And you can say I was slow
Drove away and no more
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Ya, ya
Gas got me going through the week
And to Saturday meets
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Yeah the TC
Out in the lot, in the garage
The car the one I bought
What you got?
I forgot
I got this one to see
Hate and love
I sort of
Hate it but I still like it
Matching outfit
I want a Maserati
But I won't quit
Goals I make are goals I meet
Realistically
Muffler delete, engine heat
161 HP, yeah it's weak
It still got some speed
If you feed it some rice
And some printed trees
Ya, ya
Yeah the TC
For my car
Jordan Hudson Apr 2019
Remember that old story you told
Now I be thinking that you bold
Surviving such events while I hold you
The jacket I gave you because you were cold
I was happy to give it up
Although it nearly a hundred bucks
You are worth so much more
And you opened a door
The money can burn I got you
Not funny but I learned what I can do
Protect and comfort you
Be there for you
I was lonely for so long and I wrote this song
To tell my story behind all of this
I got a list of why I could cry
Even though I fine
I'd be lyin' if I said I was dyin'
This is just my life
I miss you after an hour goes by
I keep lookin' at the time
Wishin' I didn't have to say bye
And could just die and while I say bye
I don't know why but I cry inside
And try to find something to hide
The fact that I sad and can't have
More time with you and have to go
Away and see you the next day
As I lay in bed and think
I can't sing but I sleep and think
And have dreams of what could be
Visions I see that can free my inner being
Self explanatory
Jordan Hudson Apr 2019
Dark night skyline by the sea
Far sighted city lighting
Why the seagulls fighting?
Building tall above them all
Cranes up building walls at the mall
On the streets, on my way
Stop to eat, only short stay
Nice cars and fancy suits
Pirate loot and seaweed roots
Vacation gone, leaving now
Gas station we leaving town
Scraper heights, I just might
Stay awhile driving miles
Off work, out of school
I be cool with the crew
Southern meet danger streets
Stay a week, dreams I seek
Low to the ground, out of town
Around and round and about
This city I am out
Dark sky, interstate signs
This is why I drive in the lines
I'd get lost any other way
The gas cost the next day
Would only go up
Could only slow all of us
Skylines rising above
The city lights are what I love
All silence but the road
Line by line a repeating code
Morse code on the road
Bay ahead the maps show
City lights glow
In the sky city crows
Car meets with stance so low
I can get there by chance though
Night driving by a bay
Jordan Hudson Apr 2019
Half JDM car
It's falling apart
But it will go far
Wanna be tuner
But just a ricer
But ain't no lier
I know I am slow
But I'm not low
Coupe with TRD badges
Can't win any race matches
Camry engine listen to her sing
Hatch on the back big tall dragon wing
Four banging pipe hanging
No muffler the rice machine
Listen to her scream as I drive
Fake hood scoop make WRX cry
Waking the neighbors
Making the papers
Wanted by police
They lookin' for me
Broke parts don't stop me
I'm so shook to hear
You hurtin' my ears
You breaking me heart
Who you think you are?
To judge my own car
Leave me alone
Shouldn't have shown
You this ride
To judge every night
Go and leave my freakin' sight
You life leeching parasite
People make fun of my car
Jordan Hudson Mar 2019
Luxury on my wrist, not a counterfeit
It don't fit slidin' down my arm I got this
I just did but this watch is too lit, ay, ay
Gold gleaming you all dreaming
While it seeming you know it, ay, ay
This time piece at least can tell time
Fists and rhyming with ease payed dimes
Committing crimes, robbing banks, swimming lakes
Money I make it ain't fake, I'm awake
Ay, ay
TC in the garage or the lot
My car the one I bought
No licence a while back got caught
Temptation I fought to drive what I got
Ay, ay
Rapping every day I can say
That today I will make my way
Edge of the map, doing laps
Google maps, taking naps
Sleeping in class
Constantly off task
At least I'm not last
Don't you even ask
Judgments made don't affect
Me at all like a card deck
Banned from a mall I respect
But I did nothing wrong what the heck
Ay, ay
Car meets, friends on the streets
J's on my feet no joke at all
Bank account will fall I need
A wall to end this money I saw
That girl want me but I don't see
Her with me so she can live lonely
And she told me I can be by her side
And I just said back go away, goodbye
Flexing like a typical modern rapper
Jordan Hudson Mar 2019
Off time, syncing rhymes
Rolling dies, hearing lies
Synchronize these lines
Listen and adjust
To the words discussed
Do not turn away
It's your birthday
And you will listen anyway
Don't stop, you got the right away
It's in my DNA and now yours ok
I'm not playin'
Just keep prayin'
Not displayin'
Why don't you get it
You hypocrite
Recommit
Yourself to this you misfit
A lifelike missile strike
This war like fight
You in the right
But I can't write
Rise in the light
I'd rather die
And win this fight
Words on the screen
Listen to the beat
Standin' on my feet
Tryin' to sync them
Finding a ink pen
Writing at school
Now I'm a fool
Let's go
Soundin' like a talk show
Auctioneer tempo
Tracks that lack voice audio
Maybe I should stick to photos
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I can't rap
Jordan Hudson Mar 2019
As other rappers make stacks
And I am rapping ****
Out my head I lack
I snack on other words
By rappers that share brains with birds
Some know words but most don't
Some hum like a ***
That can't speak
They are too weak
To say to the faces of others
And do races to impress their mothers
I just write to a cheap mic
And spit words in the light
And I fight to work my way to flight
A flight of fame, like an artwork frame
Moves on, hold me down and I stay
Underground like a mole
In a hole of debt
As I crept through and hold
No attention to me and I see
That I am alone and I owe
It to you, not known
Words out, words in
But they flow
Out the other side
Thought I lied
Crept out and set em' aside
Oh
I'm an underground legend
And you just don't know
Creeping out from my bunker
Take one last shot and dunk her
But I won't stop
Not the cops can stop this hip hop
This song will go on
Not too long, you aren't wrong
I may not be the best
But you haven't seen the rest
Better yet I crawling out my nest
I will ace this everlasting test
Criticism and words don't hurt
I have a word proof vest
Crawling out the gutter and the dirt
I will be the first to legit come out
And make a hit as I spit rhymes
Managing my time not spending a dime
For producers or anybody else
That is how I felt since the start
Want my work to be true art
The goal is far but I follow the stars
Faster than a car, what they are
Constant raging temptations
Engaging enemy nations
It is just a new war
What for? That store
Blew to the floor as they kicked in the door
They tore the carpet and broke the glass
They burned the grass and stole the stash
Took the cash and burned them to ash
Drive away, whiplash
Google maps, doing laps
Find the way or we will stay
Here all day, ay
Tell me the facts
That you black and can rap
Better than me, I'm bad
But I can at least rap mad
What you had to tell
Burnin' in hell
Your soul fell while mine rose
What I chose is to sell those
Tracks in which blast on Bose
Heavy bass, this rap race is almost complete
And you can't compete with this bitter sweet
Receipt of my offbeat off sync beats
In which produce heat knocking you off your feet
Discrete feet running away as I stay and play
This track is too fast, what you lack
Is the ability in which you are whack
Yeah
New car outside, set your check aside
Brand new ride, flipping burgers and pullin' fries
Card declined, just gettin' by but that car is mine
Rapping inside, as I hide
Underground what you found
Is a legend bound for success
Passed this test as I check
To see what the heck
That is, be my guest
Steer left, break their neck
Keep going, don't stop
Beep the horn we got a cop
Lyric special!
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