Kyle Moran - Thoughts From A Basement (Freestyle) lyrics

So What I'm feeling right now Is sitting in my basement and just peeling down All my feelings that I had from the day before And today, the day after and before Everything like this happened, I'm rapping Right now, sitting underground on my lap is my laptop now Every rap I do hits the ground with a slap and then 'pow' It goes, 'kablam' and then wow You say me? The white rapper kid just slayed a beat? Yeah, that's me, not a team Not sixteen so I don't got a jeep Or any sort of car, I'm just spitting real mean Raps and my nice broads go onto my knees To see me and defeat all these beats And beatin' me off while I'm going with the cement Don't know what I'm saying It's just some nonsense I'm a nuisance but I'm slaying Every single rap song that I get on And asked for a feature I'm balling harder than Lebron That was a corny a** Chief Keef line he would have spit *Silence* So was that Nothing Cause Chief Keef is whack I'm not tryna be out here talking smack to Every single rapper, I'm just giving dap to All my homies sitting and listening to crack Addicting music for my ears to hear And not doing anything cause my ears are pierced With music Heavy metal Just had to say that Do you get the riddle? Pierced Metal Ear Settle In can you hear the amazing rebel, that's me Said that in a new song from Progress Can't release the date but it's two on I'm recording like four mixtapes right now I got at least 4 concepts, they'll hit the ground Running cause I have summoned These people blundering or these Thundering lyrics that I'm coming Forth with Withdraw Like I was a drawbridge it's all A rap game in my head Transparency is all I can really fathom in the air you see? Cause that's just what I like to spit Fighting it Nah I will just knife and sh** Do everything I can to get money Cause I need the Schama feature and I need some hunnids To record my tape And put it on DatPiff so I will feel great Be a rapper Underground That's all I want, just wanna make a sound Mac Miller Macadelic Thoughts From A Balcony Couldn't think of a rhyme right there You can't rhyme, I'm scared Of you, and your lyrical arsonal Set the barstool up Just listen to me I'm comin' Progress