I understand it is determined what the actual beat would be for me to rhyme to.
Some writers from my city say I'm the wild south-style type who is all over the place on the beat, not really controlled.
I'm from Tennessee, in Memphis.
I'll just put up a short hit to show what I mean:
Laid so back
I'm cut
I don't need a patch
cause I got cold-blood
it doesn't run when I bleed
cross me
better believe it's in your dreams
even while you sleep
I'd double-cross back
like hop-skotch
but it ain't fun
no
evisceration to every organ
jugulars pour blood
like black-red pancake mix
and your body's battered up
so it doesn't matter
if there were cops
cause you're beat so bad
they never had to stop
to give discrimination
hate me?
obliterate yourself for your own sake
if I decimate it's only a tenth of what I could have really done
so it's better off to run
into the street
than try and act fake