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Beat for odd rhyme writing
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trip hop n hip hop sound @ one...tibetian throat singing is used as a sample
mellow man
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supa dupa wack shit
super wack "dj"...i make beats cuz i need summ to rap over
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Beats Rap
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Peak #3,830
Peak in subgenre #1,777
Author
mellow man
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fuck all authoriry
Uploaded
November 28, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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ah...i needed beats for lyrics
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zig zag, rolling hypnotizing my random hopes cant feel my fear, like bugz bunny tighted up in ropes homes// dark n broken places where me n moms were born winters' roofs, breathin in, here lots of mics were riped n torn places where rastas kill and neo-nazis are not conserned just forget about the long subways in my veins blades are cuttin slowly so veins are empty wit no trains chains// i was locked n arrested with a pirate curse these people dont let me speak, cutin off my breathin source this clown pose with a magical fource which was botherin me, so i dont kno where// to// go// monkeys with guns, whos shit doesnt// even//flo nubula, particular, take it, like its not mine tryin// to survive among this halucinations temptations, God's church's doin the research// serach// search n seek, seek n search fo// the// truth cuz life isnt life without losin ur last tooth// dyin in the booth// smooth// smoke flows to dr. sooze mad goose is people's greed n golden necklaces not last// cuz whos last is first, physical thirst maybe cuz im lonely n girls shake their asses only at first.................date......... not my mate, zero rate, not my fate more like death, dyin without the last breath// short path// through drugs to hospitals n back into the shell sandness in the city lights, o my heart just fell....................down// into the whell, oh well, i wont tell, cuz ur ringin the wrong bell dont say sorry/ cuz no matter what we do, its gonna b over too n it doest even matter what we buyyy, no matter how hard we tryyy eventually all of us are gonna die fires// from liquid icons, that are lookin frown upon me till the brake of dawn, smokin a blunt till ur minds's free fat tone// buds in my head n no time, no dime here in places where everyone are doin their crime rhyme// harder to find then lime// and light bright n dark side, bus sight...she might spend a night with me, if shes a lady, not some slim shady... whats ur name whats ur sign, its all mine// like our president locked in the hi-tek tent...dead bent// life cannot b taken for a rent
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