Verseatile decided to drop a new joint called “Hard”, where he takes some verses both old and new and throws them on a J-Phonics produced beat. He decided to experiment a little bit with some high energy dub-steb mixed in with the electronica laced instrumental, combining it with some rapid-fire raps. Can’t say it’s a home run but it’s an interesting listen at the very least, def something different from the majority of rap songs as of late. It’s available as a free DL (until allotment runs out) via Bandcamp. If you only want to stream, you can catch it via Youtube after the break along with the lyrics.
Well they’re, tryna call me Drake and tryna call me Game, I think I’d rather go by the name Verseatile, never been afraid to say what I say and I never been away, go reverse your style/ I been sticking to my own, and my style’s home grown, wreck a microphone, I think you need to turn me up, you sound just a little tad ridiculous like an adolescent girl thinking she can fill D-cups/ oh no, did he really just spit that, yep yep, I think I really did that, don’t you know I got a hell of a tongue, incredible songs, I’m tryna break you off like kit kat/ nuttin sweet about a grown man pleading out phone plan that he never owned and treated/ what the hell is going on man, not another song that doesn’t make no sense so beat it/ Me and J-Phonics back together, we in the kitchen cooking up a track so spectacular, spatula, mix it with some rap vernacular, we in it till the break of dawn like we’re draculas/ came to show, leaving funny comments but I ain’t no joke, always adding friends but I say no poke, you can call me captain but I save no hoes, I can’t go (uh)/ I’m tryna win the race but my train won’t go, I switch it up too much, need my same old flow/ and everybody’s tryna see the same old show, the people look at me like I’m a lameo bro/ simmer down, everybody screaming what up, they talking too much when they need to shut up/ they’re faking to be nice for a slice of piece of the pie but they don’t know I don’t pizza hut up/
Hook: Tell me you missed me, please tell me you missed me, because I’m back for good
Chitown’s my town, put it down, snapping on a track, double timing rap, yeah we kill it raw/ ain’t nobody really better than us, ready to bust, rooted to the boots and we never soft/ killa syllables, rid of the miniscule, on my A-team spit, cuz I pity the pitiful/ I’m on my crazy spit, taking hit of the ridicules, on my Saleen spit, speeding in vehicles/ yes, I’m like a dynamite that’s ready to blow, never been like Kanye, but I’m ready to glow/ in the dark at a park, throw me like a Frisbee, coming back around in a circle, dizzy/ call me Verse, let me put the words together, I’m representing for the city with harshest weather/ hot like summer, cold as winter, never been a winner but I’ve eaten chicken dinner/ I’m gunning for the ones who wanna run it for the wrong fun, in it for the funds giving into making thong songs/ grubbing on some wontons, chilling out in hong kong, try to follow me on via twitter, I’ll be long gone/ hi everyone, top of the morning, you try to cover this song, this is a warning/ 99 percent of you rappers are so corny, you try to kick a flow but you spittin Chuck Norris/
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