All four one

rubyibarra:

Recently, I’ve given myself a challenge to write 2 rap verses (32 lines) every day. Luckily, my brain has yet to explode and I am on day 6. I started this to get my mind thinking / to escape from writer’s block, and to hopefully get some okay lyrics that I can use in future tracks. LOL, for anyone who cares to listen, here are 42 lines from what I have come up with so far.

42 bars -  “3 14s” like its Pi day
stuck on April Fools day if you thinkin you can try me (May)
I’ve never been “street” so my raps are like a highway
outlap these cats when i laspe and i write, fade
, back into the beat compose complete mental visuals
“school” yall wit “principles” so high like a musical
fiascos like lupe when i ta (talk), cause a coup d’e
you emcees get scared, when you’re up (Europe) like the U.K.
my flows are so hot i use tabasco as my new spray
in a game with Yet Another Male (Y.A.M.), I had to be the ube (yam in Tagalog)
A.K.A. Ruby
You love me like Lucy
Pushin it independent while you stuck bein a groupie

the thrilla in Manila, better yet, your worst dream from the philippines
im the furthest thing from a human being
and with every music that i bring, yo i cause a sting
its like im writing lyrics using Twitter way they “following”
i make you wanna “move first” like the Issei
as cool (kool) as herc, i need to “kill” it first before the beat’s “laid”
condolences to kick and snares - this is my love affair
cuz i got lyrics that i must stash (mustache) like facial hair
“Palin” in comparison, to me you’re just a maverick
like Fred’s younger brother, yeah i Ben (been) savage
so trust me, ima say somethin
and every time i speak ima turn it to a summon
so listen out for me, i aint “cocky,” but im “comin”
like missionary the way your style is just “frontin”
and yo i only talk with the numbers so i speak, i say met a 4 (metaphor)
so go ahead turn the tune uhh (tuna) like Albacore

fresher than the deli, what happened to the beat?
i ated like affili never reachin defeat
and yall be busy stayin “squares” like 32-fold
im fuckin “ill,” am i riiighht (MRI)? like occipital lobes
you know the drill, i grab the mic, till im losin control
you are the hype, im the beast - thats yet to unfold(RAHHH!)
and i bring dopeness to the heart so i say it in vain (vein)
cuz this is for the railroads heres my thoughts in a train (train of thought)
and im keepin it official pseudonym is my birth name
got it down to a “T” so i attack its the worst “Pain”
, and yeah i know im able (Abel) but i “kill” it like im Cain
viral to your ears, original like the first strain

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Ruby Ibarra puts the “Thrilla in Manilla”