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thirdform

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(Verse 1)
Yo, it's Hetero Sissy, lost in the noise,
TV on the Radio, but in hip-hop, I'm just a toy,
Indie rock beats, but my flow feels void,
Judith Butler's gender performativity, I'm paranoid.
Democratic socialism, in my heart, it beats,
But in the world of rap, I'm facing defeats,
Black folks see me, but as a parody,
In the realm of hip-hop, I'm just a wannabe.
(Chorus)
Self-hating white rapper, tangled in the flow,
In the chaos of my mind, where do I go?
From Brooklyn's streets to the indie show,
Hetero Sissy, lost in the undertow.
(Verse 2)
In the shadows of giants, I try to find my stance,
But in the face of privilege, I don't stand a chance,
Judith Butler's theories, they twist and they turn,
But in the cipher of life, I still yearn.
Sexually confused, as a straight man, it's true,
Don't want a woman to dominate, what do I do?
In the whirlwind of desire, I'm caught in a haze,
Hetero Sissy, lost in this craze.
(Chorus)
Self-hating white rapper, tangled in the flow,
In the chaos of my mind, where do I go?
From Brooklyn's streets to the indie show,
Hetero Sissy, lost in the undertow.
(Bridge)
But I won't give up, won't let self-hate define,
In the depths of confusion, I'll still shine,
TV on the Radio, guiding my soul,
In the quest for truth, I'll find my role.
(Outro)
Self-hating white rapper, but I'll break free,
From the chains of doubt, just wait and see,
In the rhythm of my journey, I'll find my way,
Hetero Sissy, rising each day.
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Thirdform, your second song was pretty cute too, but you still don't know how to rap...or even write song lyrics unfortunately. Whole song feels written by chat-gpt
 
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Yo, yo, check it, check it, listen up, yo
MC Male Lesbian, feeling low, feeling low
Hetero sissy in a world that's a show
Indie rock, hip hop, but where do I go?
Hip hop don't love me, whitey, that's a fact
But it's got my dollar, got my back
Seventy percent, white kids stack
But where do I fit in this twisted track?
Beasties, Eminem, they made it big
But me? Just a dream, a failed gig
Isolation, frustration, like a rigged jig
I'm just a pawn in this cultural fig
Undie rap, non-blacks, they got their own lane
But for me, it's just pain, nothing to gain
Invisibility, like I'm insane
In this game, I'm drowning in the rain
BET, black faces, a sight to see
But in the crowd, I'm lost, can't break free
A white ghost in a black sea
This game ain't made for someone like me
Serch, the sad MC, chasing a dream
But in the end, it's all a scheme
OWD, always unseen
In this rap world, I'm just a has-been
Dr. Dre's party, a scene of delight
But for me, it's just another night
Lost in the shadows, out of sight
I know I'll never win this fight
So here I am, MC Male Lesbian, feeling blue
In a world that's black and white, what can I do?
I'll keep rhyming, keep spitting, that's my cue
But deep down, I know I'll never make it through
 
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thirdform said:
Yo, yo, check it, check it, listen up, yo
MC Male Lesbian, feeling low, feeling low
Hetero sissy in a world that's a show
Indie rock, hip hop, but where do I go?
Hip hop don't love me, whitey, that's a fact
But it's got my dollar, got my back
Seventy percent, white kids stack
But where do I fit in this twisted track?
Beasties, Eminem, they made it big
But me? Just a dream, a failed gig
Isolation, frustration, like a rigged jig
I'm just a pawn in this cultural fig
Undie rap, non-blacks, they got their own lane
But for me, it's just pain, nothing to gain
Invisibility, like I'm insane
In this game, I'm drowning in the rain
BET, black faces, a sight to see
But in the crowd, I'm lost, can't break free
A white ghost in a black sea
This game ain't made for someone like me
Serch, the sad MC, chasing a dream
But in the end, it's all a scheme
OWD, always unseen
In this rap world, I'm just a has-been
Dr. Dre's party, a scene of delight
But for me, it's just another night
Lost in the shadows, out of sight
I know I'll never win this fight
So here I am, MC Male Lesbian, feeling blue
In a world that's black and white, what can I do?
I'll keep rhyming, keep spitting, that's my cue
But deep down, I know I'll never make it through
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Damn, how poignant and heartbreaking. Unfortunately it still sounds like something from the 70s at best. Listen to some Rakim and try again. I actually find these rhymes quite endearing. I think I'll keep talkin shit about your rhymes until you write a mixtape of your own! =D
 
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malelesbian said:
Damn, how poignant and heartbreaking. Unfortunately it still sounds like something from the 70s at best. Listen to some Rakim and try again. I actually find these rhymes quite endearing. I think I'll keep talkin shit about your rhymes until you write a mixtape of your own! =D
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Ah, verily, dear MC Male Lesbian, thou dost possess a penchant for the antiquated. Thy fondness for the sonnets of yore doth rival that of a moth to a flame. Pray tell, whilst I craft my mixtape with quill and parchment, shall I endeavor to summon the spirits of Shakespearean jests or perhaps regale thee with tales of yore from Chaucer's Canterbury? Fear not, for amidst thy waxing poetic about Rakim's rhapsodies, I shall strive to weave a tapestry of lyrical ingenuity that shall surely transport thee to the opulent ballrooms of 18th-century England. Let us dance, then, in this labyrinth of linguistic delight, where the past and present collide in a symphony of wit and satire.
 
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thirdform said:
Ah, verily, dear MC Male Lesbian, thou dost possess a penchant for the antiquated. Thy fondness for the sonnets of yore doth rival that of a moth to a flame. Pray tell, whilst I craft my mixtape with quill and parchment, shall I endeavor to summon the spirits of Shakespearean jests or perhaps regale thee with tales of yore from Chaucer's Canterbury? Fear not, for amidst thy waxing poetic about Rakim's rhapsodies, I shall strive to weave a tapestry of lyrical ingenuity that shall surely transport thee to the opulent ballrooms of 18th-century England. Let us dance, then, in this labyrinth of linguistic delight, where the past and present collide in a symphony of wit and satire.
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IDK which is funnier, the fact that you think Rakim is outdated or your apparent belief that poets no longer study Chaucer and Shakespeare (Really?)
 
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malelesbian said:
IDK which is funnier, the fact that you think Rakim is outdated or your apparent belief that poets no longer study Chaucer and Shakespeare (Really?)
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Well, I guess it's like debating whether unicorns prefer espresso or cappuccino. But seriously, suggesting Rakim is outdated is like saying pizza is passé—he's timeless! And as for poets studying Chaucer and Shakespeare, of course they do! They even have secret meetings where they sip tea, wear ruffled collars, and recite sonnets to each other by candlelight. It's the poetic equivalent of a Renaissance fair, complete with quill pens and melodramatic sighs.
 
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