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All Independant recordings of mine. I am a white Emcee, who just loves making music. Decent stuff for the equipment I have to use.
I am young, white aspiring Emcee. Dont have the best of equipment to make music, but i do anyways cause I love doing it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#164,166 today
Peak #643
#103,072 in subgenre
Peak #351
Author
Lyrics-Courter/Beat-Buphonics
Rights
2002 Slept On Records
Uploaded
August 07, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
No Story, Just Felt The Beat And Wanted TO Spit To It.
Lyrics
how can time heal shit that doesn’t seem to age,
cause my rage has been present ever since I can remember,
turning me to that evil motherfucker in your dreams that’s seems to never go away,
well get use to it cause I’m hear to stay,
just when you relax and think everything’s okay,
blood stains there goes your brains, I’m slicing veins,
cutting steal chains, breaking wedding rings,
and swerving all over yellow lines in lanes,
just to name a few thangs,
maybe I’m just angry, mixed in with amazingly crazy,
cause everything gets hazey, when I start thinking about the past,
thinking about all your last laughs,
cause when I was born I was nursed and cared for,
what happened to that shit now I’m just fist fuct and thrown on the floor,
I ceased to be much more than a cheap whore,
or that bum in front of your corner store begging for change,
believe me I already tried to re-arrange my brain,
but it seems pointless when your coinless and jointless,
I just make music so maybe people will feel some level enjoyment,
so I hope you enjoy this,
cause life seems to be dead and barried 6 feet underground,
seems like people got ears but they've never heard of a thing called sound,
cause I hear dismissed thoughts of many men pounding in my head,
trying to crawl out there coffins,
it's thoughts fighting to not be forgotten,
but fall apart after a time from decay and then rotten,
cause it seems the brainless create tasteless things that become famous,
yet I still remain nameless,
now yes I admit,
I’ve only lived once, but I’ve died a 1000 times,
and everything seems to remind me of the blinding
hiding oh my mind sliding into a paralyzed state, of hating fate,
cause I never could seem to relate to the state everyone else is in,
cause it seems like minds of the normal kind dine on creative minds,
thats why i never have the same concept,
cause i always seem to have the wrong sence,
i got blood scents coming to my nose,
i hate my loved ones and love my foes,
backwords, sick perferred i rehearsed the curse,
then i dismerse this curse, with my fingers running up the back of your skirt,
i was your first, got blood on the bed sheets, another dead fetis,
loud not discrete,
i heat your meat then eat you, im completeing incredible feets,
when the pure and the evil finally meet,
sending you back trying to retreat to safety,
cause you make me hate me, never knowing so
hurry up get your tickets to the last showing,
cause were killing off our own species, cutting eachother into pieces,
hand feeding each other fieces, and giving each other diseases,
when its finally over im not sure where im headed,
heaven or hell, home or jail, cause i do illegal shit, im in a different department of sales,
its just the way i was raised, slowly dying, im not amazed im in this position,
so much to say but no one to listen, my disposition,
has got me makeing the same wronge decisions, ending me up in prision,
but still insisting has got my head on the chop block, motherfuckers be-heading,
threatening me, pretending to be something there not, i sought attention
not knowingly from a glock,
then i started going crazy, it was amazing,
i had em chewing up there arteries, teraing out there hearts and makeng em part of me,
im making a whole new level of several devils,
enforcing new courses for corpses, i have no remorse cause im not making nightmares true,
making the very few who dont say they wont fight, saying what ever i write theyll abide by it,
even if they despize is theyll act like they prize it,
cause im always gone be the same fuct up person,
curseing, screaming for mercey, from all these memories
of mizery in my history, literally my ownself getting pissed at me,
cause these writing are frightening, but at the same time exciting,
more powerful than 2 titans fightin
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