Produced by The Alchemist
love
hiphop
rap
instrumental
canada
beats
eminem
dark
canadian
instrumentals
ontario
beat
rapper
tech n9ne
native
native american
thunder bay
manitoba
yelawolf
strange music
swollen members
slaughter house
madchild
sioux lookout
bad meets evil
Lyrics
I been to the core and back, i wonder what rotten apple holds
as im walking on this gravel road, feel im on and off my battle mode
as a kid i played with a tail of a cobra So i rocked it and i rattled slow
never the type to walk off with some stagefright, in the day light
they would try but end up rocking a snakebite,
vodka hit my brain like
a thousand pounds of terror, like 9/11 with osama on the same flight
lyrically the work is nothing, i've murdered dozens
you can try but i suggest that chu learn to love it
i'll probably die of alcohol when im swerving off the road
with a paramedic searching for a pulse
with bacardi in his chest, hardly at my best
now im dying in ambulance from cardiac arrest
I lived my life inside a cubicle, wife and she was beautiful
with my momma crying nobody arriving at my funeral
sh** , my best friend is a lead pen
you ain't gotta worry it leaving you at your deathbed
I'll always be alone never on my knee for
when i propose to live forever with a cheap whore
I'm dynamite you have to measure me in c4
you're used to me like the letters on your keyboard
i tell my self not to fall in love with all of them
with a molotov i been solving all my problems then
they say he got too much hip hop in him
im not falling off im confident with a box full constanants
and a vowel with a word, you ain't lasting 20 rounds
cmon now throw your towel in the third
there always competition in rap, but i remain
anonamous when im bombin this sh** with some flak
one hit you would crack, i always give what you lack
you need a hand or a motherf*** ig kick in the back?
i got no day job, so i'm writing stupid f*** ing raps
hoping for a day when this sh** would pay off
f*** it, i'm already in hell and my cell there
i've been stuck in this line and i been waiting for my welfare
I remember cassete tapes, you press play
record with the beat in the background and your best take
always had to be the first take, cause the worst place
is tryna get heard with a verse that make the earth shake
don't let your nerve quake, shaking till you burn weight
life is sh** thats what i had to learn when i turned eight
I wrote wack lines, did a little something just to pass time
but now the rap fine,
I'm losing it, a couple shots of vodka its coming off her buckle
i need a little talk with doctor muckle
"unda preshur, keep your head in the game" forever remain
as the underground rapper you never would name
as your favourite, russian roulette and i chambered it
click back, pow and the bullet in my brain a bit
i'm a goblin a ghoul, a monster a fool