I am an unsigned person who loves to make music/beats. i go by the name of R.I.P.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #540
Peak in subgenre #62
Rights
YungKingMusic w/ R.I.P. Productions
Uploaded
August 28, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:00
Story behind the song
story of 2 mc's in there own words
Lyrics
Intro : R.I.P.
1st verse chris TYK:
as iam sitting here writing these rymes/
iam thinkin bout my lyfe,feelin frozen in time/
word for word, line for line, and its the closets you will get to the inside of my mind/
and damn..hip hop's in a decline/
so call on da king if the truths what you wanna find/
iam so real as real as it gets/
spittin nuttin but the truth un-edited/
yea..new name Chris Tyk for short,lastname Dport/
and my boy R.I.P. we sum dawgs and thats as clear as an LCD/
yea iama king like T.I.P/
rewind the track if you dnt believe me/
unsighend but i still claim royalty/
cuz real is where lie my loyalty/
its what iam so im spttin dat truths talk...
everyday grinding tryna climb to the top/
and everyday a hater tryna stop/
iam not tryna reach my dream,i call it my invitble reality/
murding the beat like a mortal kombat fatility/
i speak like a prohet but i dnt speak of 2012 calmitys/
cuzz death in a couple years aint no kinda plans for me/
...jus open up to my real speakand let ya mind expand/
it seems like we in lil supply and almost no demand
so iam brning what the world need useing my mic at hand...
2nd verse R.I.P.:
call me what u want, producer or mc/
but these lazy f*** s have nutin to do to me but to envy/
can't do this, can't do that, but they can't even do better than me/
f*** n comments tryna stress me/
family relatives bless me/
am only 14 but sh** is fillin my shoes/wit dread
I wear glasses but when u take em off, my lifes preety see thru/instead
am near sighted but my life is still far ahead/
I remember walkin to seven eleven, down cambridge lane/
thinkin to myself, if a metamorphosis happens, can my beats give fame?/
will I still be able to stand on two feet on dat same lane?/
and last time I checked I got airsickness and could not breathe on a plane/
what difference does it make, RIP,is the name/
I got beef evrywhere, just like reincarnated, am not goin downhill slide/ am ridin tonite/
got beef with icy kid, but dat homie was a cat who lies/
I made beats for triple global, yung king and lyrical battousai/
Michael Jackson, am really sad, that u died/
now lemme tell u a story, in grade five/
I listened to my first rap song, 50 cent in da club, that's when I started to get deprived/
in grade 6, went to a new school, in grade 7 rapped at school for da first time/
that's when I realized/
ppl didn't like me for who I was, they just wanted my rhymes/
grade 8, I got suspended but had some good and bad times/
and who knows what the f*** s in store for me in grade nine/
outro/shoutouts to the homie:
reincarnated
check one
yung king
lyrical battousai
manny play
LOB and drama/ jamal jones
TNA
