Name: Not An Intro (Rough, still being edited)
Duration: 1 min 22 s
Channel: Lost Moniker
Description: "Not An Intro (Rough, still being edited)" is a song by -McContracts-(CA). My latest track, I like this recording however I'm still going to fine tune it. Posting up for opinions and such. Beat was made by the genius 'Sine Rider', you can hear more of his stuff here: sinerider.newgrounds.com/

Not An Intro (Rough, still being edited)

-McContracts-(CA)

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My latest track, I like this recording however I'm still going to fine tune it. Posting up for opinions and such. Beat was made by the genius 'Sine Rider', you can hear more of his stuff here: sinerider.newgrounds.com/

rap disses

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-McContracts-(CA)

Rap,hip hop, real, dope, skilled, multis, ill, lost moniker, the illest, passion, depression

I'm Contracts (To the people who've known me "MC-Contracts"), I like creating battle raps, Also like creating deeper peices as well. I'm associated with "Symphoniez", A fellow battle rapper (He's on my soundclick, Listen to the freestyle sessions). At the moment were both learning our way into the audio department and hope to advance in the future. CHECK OUT MY WEBSITE: HTTP://LOSTMONIKER.COM

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses

Charts

Peak #724

Peak in subgenre #27

Author

Lost Moniker

Uploaded

September 30, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.3 MB • 128 kbps • 1:22

Lyrics

1. My english class consisted of vintage raps,
and some pencil jabs to my pencils pad,
2. A suspended fact, I never learned from school,
Only the hurt and cruel and what the worthless do,
3. Checking these sluts? I saw how serpents moved,
And my purpose grew for those worthless few,
4. that wordless dude who spoke with drawings of life,
Remained silent with the thoughts of a mic,
5. Clawing his sights with the feeblest odds,
with a caged mouth never freeing these thoughts,
6. he's seeing this plot, like whys "confidence melt"?,
cause freedoms in money and were locked in this hell
7. and girls cash souls, for a body of wealth,
confidence sells and so they try smoking,
8. but they follow blindly with both eyes open,
these cold lies molding a broken society,
9. where we swallow media and choke to variety,
hope is a dire scheme, some living with none,
10. cause envisioning funds made their visioning numb,
but the difference to some, means the evilest plans,
11. and we reap with our hands were the feeblest stand,
This is not intro, It's the evil of man...

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