Verse I
I aint wit that small talk, I think on a larger scale
Dope wit the moves I make, uncut, I'm real
Natural wit the rappin', I was born wit the gift
Presence is a present, surprise when I rip
Shred these beats up, homie I got the juice
Lyrical nutrients, this that mind food
I am a delicacy, a regal, acquired taste
Life is bittersweet, got a lot on my plate
I carry lots of weight, I aint no pusher man
'Cept wit the pen and pad, I got them bars fam
Got plenty time left, still trynna beat the clock
More like second hand, just can't sit and watch
See what's goin' on, still can't believe my eyes
Look at the game man, hard to visualize
All these blind cats, actin' feline
Soft and pussy, couldn't walk wit these Lions.
Hook x2
I am Still Ill, sick wit the rhyme skill
Emcee by trade, I can sell what I say
Verse II
This is heavy artillery, I eject with a lethal force
Tongue is like a hammer, my mind's the 44
You blinded by the shine, no jewels, I'm po
Used to be a Bad Boy, I changed how I live tho
People say Hip-Hop's dead, I know its alive and well
Long as I'm livin, Hip-Hop won't see peril
Life of an Emcee, is more than just the music
We got the power to change things, how you gonna use it
Miracle artform counted out since inception
Staple of the nation, find it any direction
This is worldwide, vast as blue skies
Respect em but don't understand my new rap guys
Need to be baptized in the culture of Hip-Hop
I couldn't say they Emcee, more like a shock jock
Sometimes I wanna pop, lock, flash, bang intruders
Metaphorically speakin' I use my medulla
Hook x2
I am Still Ill, sick wit the rhyme skill
Emcee by trade, I can sell what I say
Verse III
I crush a mic after I scorch a notepad wit a pen
Brace for the impact, I might knock off a limb
You don't have to be scientific to study my linguistics
I Live Off Experience so I give it how I get it.
Real! I'm the deal, royal flush, all spades
Beat the house, stack chips, like J stay paid
High-grade, dope product push it out to the streets
TEX the GREAT on the package that's a guarantee
I write rhymes like I'm taggin' the toes of opposin' rappers
You're a waste of human flesh, Mom's should've took the morning after
Everything has a purpose, even if it seems worthless
Some of these cats make me have to dig beneath the surface
It's the food chain theory, I'm hopin' you all hear me
Eat or be eaten, I feast to the bone, fear me
I'm an Apex, swim with the sharks, hang wit Gorilla's
Cool as ice boxes, smooth as a Chinchilla
Hook out
I am Still Ill, sick wit the rhyme skill
Emcee by trade, I can sell what I say
credits
from Rough Around The Edges,
released October 10, 2023
Lyricist - Tex the Great (TX -> MD)
Production - Tex the Great with Music Maker Jam
Engineered by Beats Reloaded (MD)
Tex was born and raised in El Paso, TX. He was conceived in Washington D.C.
Tex wrote his first rhyme at 10 years
old. He's released music in the past and was on hiatus. He's back and he seems to be ahead 2 steps. Enjoy the old, prepare for the new....more
Equally introspective and pensive, “Fill in the Blank” is a low-key gem making a huge impact without overstaying its welcome. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 8, 2018