A song about cocaine. One of my best in my opinion. Devize on the beat, one of the best beatmakers on this damn site, believe that.
A vibrant, new rapper from Pittsburgh. Still perfecting his craft. Provides comedic energy as well as serious thought provoking lyrics his music. A real eye-ope
It all started when I was about 11 or 12. I would freestyle on the bus just jokin' around and such. My first song I ever recorded was called Big Balls In Your Soup (code for teabaggin') and it is LITERALLY an instant classic around here to the 75+ people in my old school of Shaler who bought the tape. The tape was meant to be a shocking, fucked up look at the mind of Bradster X, and it was fucked up nonetheless. Teachers were appaulled at the things I would say, as were students and parents.
I sold/gave away this mixtape (which is mostly on this website) called 04-05 Sessions. Some of the shit was older than '04 but whatchagonnado.
Visit Myspace.com/bradsterx for new songs I'm workin' on now for the new mixtape.
Keep in mind, this is for fun. In no way and I'm trying to be "hard" to any extent of the word. Some songs are more on the serious side but majority of my songs are tongue-in-cheek tunes. It's meant for entertainment and it's fun for me to do and honestly, I'm probably better than half you mother fuckers reading this shit anyway so kiss my ass for hating.
Story behind the song
The first verse is how my Uncle first got me into doin' blow. I would see him sell the shit from the back of his house and boy, his blow was horrible. As the song goes, well...fuck talkin' about it actually..read the lyrics and enjoy the song:)
Lyrics
Since I was ten years old, I would see the shit sold
It was as good as gold in this man's back porch
Got alotta money to hold, alot of them bills need folded
But he who be the one who's holdin', let that ass be scorched
Never get high on your supply of course
But the man will do it again, he's done it before
He would treat everyone as his friend, until the end when he scored
The money or the dope or whatever he wanted
He would pimp the shit like it was a bitch from Vietnam, and
When he would smoke the green with me, my ass was flown
That was before he introduced me to blow
I will never forget, the first sniff, that I took
The first drip that you get at first, gets you hooked
like a mother fucker, eyes in a wide lense view mother fucker
Like the words that are said in a hook
Centuries ago
I found myself at another crossroad
Found myself nearly ready to explode
Lost control, just another lost soul, life put to a hold
Centuries Ago
Buried deep like another fossil
I can be seen at the highest plateau
When you throw a line of that blow, bitch, I'm ready to go
Now when I sniffed the first rail
All my thoughts, of my bitch, at the time, didn't fail to disappear
Any feeling of euphoria before I did the first line
Would pale in comparison to when I first got mine
When she left I didn't sob I bobbed my head with the lights out
There was somethin' in me that wouldn't let me put the mic down
Grab my pen I gotta write now
Light a joint and it's alright now
Eyes bugged out, pupils dilated with the lights out
Fiendin' for the next blast from the past, hit another crack pipe now
I'm just jokin', unless you're really smokin' that shit, then I'd really like a hit
Appetite died down, drinkin' water heavily mixed with a few rounds of some Vodka Twist
Cocaine usage and alcohol does the trick
'Specially when your dick's in a bitch
Centuries ago
I found myself at another crossroad
Found myself nearly ready to explode
Lost control, just another lost soul, life put to a hold
Centuries Ago
Buried deep like another fossil
I can be seen at the highest plateau
When you throw a line of that blow, bitch, I'm ready to go
Pussy was another story though, I got my glory
From the line he put before me, always ready to snort
But it was half assed shit, the Lord as my witness
I doubt the shit could even send his ass to court
I graduated to better 'caine to bring some change to my brain
Snort a little flake to bring my cranium back to sanity
Only Christianity could be more addictive
So much snow it looks like a blizzard
No other stimulant I know, (except maybe crystal meth)
Could relieve so much stress in a matter of a second
Because where I go, you get so blowed its like the wind
And the only thing you wanna sip is the fifth in your hand
So tell you and your man, no matter what the age
No matter what the time is, no matter what the place
That all you need is a straw and some dough
Come to me and my boys and you'll get the best blow
Centuries ago
I found myself at another crossroad
Found myself nearly ready to explode
Lost control, just another lost soul, life put to a hold
Centuries Ago
Buried deep like another fossil
I can be seen at the highest plateau
When you throw a line of that blow, bitch, I'm ready to go, bitch
