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Off of the double album "My love Will Never Change- Disc One" By Ese 40'z.
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Chicano Rapper from Artesia, NM.
Well I've been rapping since I was 12 up to now. I love to make my own music and put it out there for people to hear. I mainly rap about the streets and my thoughts on life and how the world is now and also how it was in my past growing up in the streets and being involved in gang life. I do different styles of music from lyrical to gangsta rap to r&b type music. That is a little about me and my music and life.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #541
Peak in subgenre #77
Author
Ese 40'z
Rights
2012
Uploaded
November 26, 2012
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MP3 3.0 MB • 160 kbps • 2:37
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-Lyrics- "After" "Ese 40'z Verse One" After laughter comes a rough draft of guns lyrically rap my lungs till another chapter stuns all the one's who catch my riddles let the codes decipher throw the finger in the middle like a windshield wiper yelling ft dubbz while take my drugs another rider on the storm I represent my thugs south side through the world let me catch my wind go in the oyster snatch the pearl with the gangsta grin after laughter ain't no clown with tears so here these ghetto grimy lyrics goin in your ears take a trip through my slums the barrio snatch your soul then beat your life like drums there ain't no passing go I hit the hash and dro and then go smash a flow under this black light rhythm puffin ash that glow I end this verse with curses f*** the world the worst is bout to come spit while I spit the truth this beat rehearses (Ese 40'z Verse One) I write creatively indigenous known natively to rein from the slums and spit these flows so unfadably in 83 I was just a thought amazingly until it hit turned four n out the door there came a baby me raised in the south side inside looking outside a product of the barrio hoping hard to make my doubts die to rise above the negative and then it hit me hard left me empty left me broke left me tatted left me scarred on the flipside waiting on the edge for an outcome a pen and a paper writing lyrics talking bout some times in ghetto with the cuetes and fileros livin life 100 proof no time for sour amarettos because after laughter come the fake tears of an actor drinkin 30 beers up out the pack fear factor to face all reality sorrow and fatality with plans of beating murder on a minor technicality
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