Makin' tracks, and layin' facts, sippin' beer and kickin' back, Born to get a mic and rap, known to never ever slack Started rhymin' in a shack, hated for not bein' black Never smoked an ounce of crack, and skill isn't what I lack I keep some music playin', let it flow through my brain It always keeps me happy, I'm immune from all pain I'm DaWayne and I've been told I'm lyrically insane And if I never make it, yo I know that that's a shame Okay? I''ma keep goin' off with all the tracks Because I got a crew who I know has got my back We a pack, and we all can put the mack down If you piss us off, then we gonna put the smack down I'ma man of all my word. Don't believe me? You'z absurd It's like a curse, spittin' all my feelings with my verse I'm one of the first, who keeps it real with new shit Writin' real lyrics, makin' real music You confuse it, with artists who abuse it Makin' money off of shit, yo I think I'm finna lose it All these rappers makin' dough, ain't really sayin shit though Rap about drugs,bitches. That's what makes a hit, no? I remember all the times I was listenin' to Pac I was born a few months before the man got shot I grew up with a real hip hop sorta mind, I look for rap now, yo guess what I find? It's hell on earth try'na find real shit Mainstream rappin' always suckin' fuckin' dick You callin me a hater, yeah you callin' me a prick You can say just what you want boy, I don't give a shit You a bitch, if you talkin' it and never show ya face Rap against me, boy I putcha in ya place I'm the kinda man who will smack you with some bass Hit you hard with my lyrics, homie tell me how it tastes I am never givin' up, I gotta work hard I'm never gonna settle for somethin' just par I don't give a damn about drivin' fancy cars I just wanna rap inside of all the bars Show my bars to the stars, tell me who is goin' hard Let the whole world know exactly who I are I got a few homies sayin' I'ma go far Ever since I started writing it's like I'm never gon' be barred I'm steppin' in this game and I'm startin' off young Lyrics slidin' smoothly from the tip of my tongue Comin' out deadly like they from a loaded gun They make you wanna hide, yeah they make you wanna run Havin fun? You gon know me when you see I'm number one My haters will be shunned, and a tad bit stunned They never thought that I could ever make a real song But I'm the one to prove all the mother fuckers wrong I'm a pro, and I know that I am a bit conceited But makin' myself known I'm glad that I never cheated If I make it big then I'm happy I succeeded I am but the future, yeah you best believe it.
Living in a rough generation tough federation not shown enough for the nation Ignoring the probation informing the station performing the duration of sedation Selling narcatics swelling our profits dwelling can't stop it had a habit had to grab it hunting for food like a rabit fronting the dude ill stab it if he had opportunitie to give back the food to me do you live that brutally dont wanna live that life ent gonna give that twice Of the satisfaction ive seen the fattest action I've seen the saddest reaction to the cards your dealt its scars will you help ive drank 5 beers thinking what's life in 5 years will I be serving 5years i wanna stay alive cheers But im not the conductor passing out grades like the instructor backin out shades like im here to suck ya only a few ways figure out the structure Fuck triangular form tryna anger our spawn been on a banger since dawn tryna slag a sixth draw hang around the bits more when the anger hits raw theyll be banging on your door standing on your floor protecting your electrics collecting for your debt ticks Selecting all your exits neglecting you like sexists Tie you to the bannister light up a cannister tell me where the drugs are or ill vanish ya the glock is gleaming who cares barrells steaming he stares in a state of dreamin on the stairs i hear screaming upstairs so i pop while he stares its his mother who declares the drugs are hidden over there in the draw with the underwear dont hurt my son i swear i got my gun so prepare shoot the one thru the hair on her sides make her realise you shouldn't feed me lies cus this guns for you bitch and your son was a snitch this place is a crime scene no face and the knifes clean took out the spleen hope you have a nice dream you pipe fiend Right thru the window Light a zoote of indo feds came quick but they never seen tho Hope this weed ent engo should of never let the ting blow creeping thru yards like im working on chrimbo purple drink ill be slurping the vimto exotic take a sip bro Psychotic like hypno Try top it shit no Im psychotic i feel shit bro Narcotic make a brick grow Make the profit take a hit slow Im not believing the best im relieving the stress not revealing onmy chest cus im acceding on my quest
relativity in mentality,inside the mind of wise man,vivid and purity and the dignity,is the key,but they can’t see how it happened,where will it go i won’t know,don’t ask me perhaps,it’s the best to see people with dreams falling from top of their games and straight to the crawling perhaps,it’s the best to taste innocent blood that’s flowing “not a crime,it’s my right”that’s what they were calling well,i’m learning! distopic fantasies,philosophies and sufferings,not physically,they’re all in my memories,they let me be fighting faithfully,and i know y’all been hating me,i am on my knees,i wish you wouldn’t miss now come to this; how do you deal with your inner feelings,everyday,after seeing the picture of mankind decreasing dream it,living in harmony,sin and peace,day’s with love,no one’s gone,no one’s deceased utopic fantasies,philosophies,no agonies,apologies to the earth,we’re the cause of this “loud and clear i can see it,my fist aimed high,i will last till my death and fight for my wits”
can sb tell how you get that decent bass into your beats, which type of bass is that? i usually use sample based adsr basses from maschine, but often it doesn't fit it in the mix that well
whats going on with the proportion? first theres an intro 4 bar, then the 16bar verse followed by a breakdown then 8bar chorus then 16bar verse again followed by breakdown but then the it just carries on without following the co truct so its tricky to write to :/
gravei uma faixa nessa obra de arte em 2017 3 anos atras, (bru mc - revolução) recorded a track with this piece of art in 2017 3 years ago, (bru mc - revolução)
Hey man can i use this beat for non profit useage i will put Prod. by Rise from Ashez in my description and link to the beat? is that ok homie? I gotta drop a new song Serbian Unnderground Hip Hop
Hi, i really liked this beat and i have used it in a track, i was wondering if that is ok? I have given you credit for producing the beat but no money has been made off of the track, however if any money gets made i will give you a fair share of the profit. Is that ok?
You talking about the streets, you better be talking it right, some out here lose their life, some out here sleep in a cage like a bird, some don't see sight some lose their mind, we're all out here trying to grind, played by the same system one that we say fuck it to and have to love it because it feeds us, everyone wants out so aren't you going to pull your weight and get out, but you've never been taught in life the motivation some have to thrive to gain success with the right investment at your side, some are born into the luxury life, so us people that roll by on the street hustling aren't here to take make the world a bad place the world was evil when we already got here, we just take place and make race and keep at our pace because if we didn't we would be falling of the track losing our heads and won't be able to keep ourselves intact, we get enough victims committing not being able to feed themselves so their better of sleeping in the ground, all those with money get fed with more so they must be doing something right, even turns some of us that roll on the street to college get grades and do well for themselves so in the morning they can wake up have porridge oats to feed on, while we skip breakfast miss dinner and have to wait for tea to come, this is the street life and whoever said it was easy is lying, they just trying to deny the fact we work harder in a sense we don't push the pens and make money fall, we do the hardwork for the upperclass and they get everything in return, the road life can be dark when it strikes midnight thats when the tarts start to work, mummys little angel grew up just to be like mummy, thats the role models we have around here one simply follows another ones path, they tell us our council cares but we don't see no improvement we see worried faces lost old folk that got put here for no reason, kids getting mugged and dealers getting busted, everyone is paper chasing even the old man who's on a pension has enough and wants to start farming, why because what they're giving him is not enough, its a rat race out here and it gets tough they see the money and people start to get dangerous, then theirs no such thing has humanity everyones a wild animal with a predator instinct one thing to do is kill, take someone elses dinner feed on the sinner and welcome a new incomer bring more money to the table or else you ain't eating, you ain't a church on a sunday washing the sins you out on the corner bringing in more sins to wash forgetting what nana said to you when she sees you make sure to pray because one day you might not be her
