first track recorded after my computer messed up, to the Firms 'Executive Decisions' beat
OZ hip hop
Hey this is Aerodynamiks, Aero.D., Tyme, whatever. Welcome to the site, this is mainly made up of tracks that I am working on for a demo/portfolio style CD that will basically just be the best of what I do over the year and such or things that need to be on the internet for people.
[b]Email/MSN-[/b]thepurplehaze13@hotmail.com
Anyone wants to collab on a track or anything, get at me...
D.S.O.T The Mixtape
Lyrics
Spiral- VERSE 1
get raw, party? you never had an option/
pump your fist in the air like you was shadow boxing/
so on target my lyrics are in a room with gun testers/
hold it down as a law, call me a rule of thumb wrestler/
underground like oil deposits and you rapping with moguls/
you only make 'light' hits man, im smashing it 'global'/
live the freeway in west aus, but J just keeps hurtin/
got skills that see R.O.C like Steve Irwin/
like playying ball you can fake, I hop step/
plus you all speak highly of me, but your balls ain't dropped yet/
my rhymes bars are pride, your a shamely stain/
that couldn't flow smoothly on a track riding a gravy train/
you can't spar with us, anyway its best you not/
cuz ill put red spots on your body then connect the dots/
tag team battle me and be straight dealt lots of kinks /
2 KO's to me like mispelt chocolate drinks/
plan to land on my terf? forget it i got the crazy flow/
you only get airplay cuz you got a great face for radio/
THE pro scene, quiet down 'fore T grows mean/
spit soul music, and still I "Cee-Lo-Green"/
see yo we just gleam, always open to tests and challenges/
germanic talents dont matter when i switch limbs like anagrams/
agree to a battle and you screweed up/
the hairdresser, cuz im all over you leaving your crew cut/
Chorus-
bars, beats, scars, heal
Tymes here to trouble, you, mark me a W
any battle, any challenge, any man, catch an L
rap has fell
SPIRAL
you ever thought you had a chance?
VERSE 2-
this ide never doubt/
you like transferred baseballers, couldn't make a hit without selling out/
but yo, i got a method to spark your song/
bite my styles like a one way street, it cant go wrong/
like game sprains i hold down playyers acting cleverly/
frame faces in laminates like i had a photographic memory/
so say cheese, man, your too frail to take these/
i grind you down and drop bars like jail escapees/
none of your punches connect, like you was doing Tai-Bo/
call this a blind spit cuz i could beat you with my eyes closed/
first off, one liners? you dont know what rappin is/
I do more rhyming essays than slutty latin chicks/
so listen to this and try to think of some sicker shit/
im sick as kiss if jene simmons tongue got syphillis/
tyme to leave you black and blue like scout cars/
enroll at the wonka factory, maybe youll learn how to count bars/
roundhouse kickin it, with the slickest wits you ever witness/
rippin it without the slightest rippage to my T shirts, we hurt/
dude im so hot, you could sit and start catching some rays/
only props you collect hand at the back of a stage/
CHORUS x2
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