Return of the King

Follow 0 fans

Roger Delacruz

0 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Uh! DelaCruise. It’s been a while, but I’m back

The very heavens in the sky all quiver when the king flows
A veteran without a need for an intro
I’ve been cold, you can see it in the swelling of my lymph node
Ill – it’s simply part of the syndrome!
Put up cash if you challenge me, I’m in kill mode
Studio assassin, getting prepped for the hit, woah!
Crashin’ your session, I’m handing L’s when I rip foes
You can lock your doors, even then I still will go in though!
For the bread that I needed. I never did loaf
Left competition to burn – they have been toast
Incinerating them when I bring in the flame and
The way that they have been bakin' – you’d swear that it was a pig roast!
Hah! My wit shows when I spit, most wish they be this close
To the peaks that I reached, full of thick snow
The air’s frigid, my lips froze
But I will rise and weather whatever my life will throw
At me. Peep the tracks, see I bring soul
Even when faced with defeat, man I still grow!
I’m so driven, with the gas like Citgo’s
Chasing success on this brick road full of sink holes
I shatter the limitations that others impose
And clip the motherfucking wings from the Jim Crows
I’m representing my zip code
And working till the issue's addressed like someone forcing you to switch clothes!

From the twenty, double-8, 6
Risin’ again like the One from the Matrix
This neoteric lyricist wishes to bring the olden days
Of rap’s Golden Age, back to the global stage
After the flow’s engaged, and the vocals laid
Up on the track which is attacked with explosive rage
Showing the gap… between me and what’s mostly played
I will smash on emcees like ocean waves
So f*ck sales, I can stay afloat with praise
Knowing my fans can embrace what I wrote, amazed
So I’m humbled by those who paid
Me the respect and cash, for songs I composed and made
After hours of focus, devoted to slowly molding these poems
Till their potent flames set my own soul ablaze
In these moments, I just go insane
Waving hip-hop’s banner while feeling like the Hulk enraged!
You rappers better know your place
Despite the positive reception as my tones are played
I’m still a beast in a cell, you should close the cage
Behind the bars, I’m ready to take shots like a loaded gauge
Pull the pen out, then throw grenades
Bodying underground rappers and exposin’ them like opened graves!
Let me put it simply
Ninety-nine percent of you rappers could never touch me lyrically!

It’s the Maryland Maverick
I’m metaphorically-minded, melodically immaculate
A mastermind of music, methodically making moves
For the masses, meaning my message won’t simply be misconstrued
I’ll mix in a little melody, make it a little catchy
Then add in an adlib, hoping to make the little kids happy
And finally hit em with the speed and put em on their knees, to make it nasty
Whatever method I use to really embellish my music, you can’t match me!
I’m DelaCruise! Since I was birthed
I was observed with versatility – I burst through the surface
Of the underground with no way to reverse it
And now the verses the current version of me can write would murk any person I’m versus!
I do this for the passion and pride
Not for the negativity that others rationalize
Focused on making dope music – I’m addicted to this
So I don’t need the perks from being the industry’s bitch
And I’m out

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer