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hiphop rap mixtape beats and rhymes spittin
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Poetical rhymage.
I'm just one member of Northern Lights and this is my first ever mix tape release. I'm hoping by the next one i'll be using all my own beats but I am quite happy with some of what I got and I enjoy doing me so it's all good.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #17,776
Peak in subgenre #1,482
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January 04, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Picked up a pen at the age of eighteen Felt that I’d seen this life through the haze of a dream I couldn’t express words beyond torturous screams In the scheme of things I seemed to be losing self-esteem Drug habits so extreme fucked my liver, kidneys and spleen And the strings to my heart never been twanged by a queen So I sang cos when I sing I let emotions fill the air A quizzical gaze, as I stand there unaware Of my voice’s dissonance these vocal chords need repairs My throat’s dilapidated and pleading for tender care I looked to rap but hesitated, no home for me there So I poetically floated ‘til I faced the mal de mer They found me there at the bottom of the ocean Toasting life with crustaceans and I’d gotten back my motion But it was a close one I damn nearly drowned Merely in my own thoughts to which I really were bound My fears squalling aloud around the head that I lumbered And one more dose of depression would have had me outnumbered Talking about it really cleared my mind Soon the bad was behind and good thoughts did reside But the people that I told had soon committed suicide So then I couldn’t confide and quickly withered inside Scared that I may be buried alive I took the pen from off the mantle and sat down to write. At first nothing came could pain manifest on paper So I talked about a girl I liked and how maybe I’d rape her Kidding, of course I’d never force sexual conduct I’d be filled with remorse if I strangled and force-fucked She never asked to be harassed; the girl in the story But what my character did was immensely appalling She was calling her daughter from the nearby playground But the rapist in my tale had her mouth, hands and feet bound ------------------------------------------------------ The transition when times new roman becomes words spoken Leaving you open to lyrical omen that renders your mind doper Another no-hoper tongue twisting audio choker Do you laugh in the face of danger or find impulsive actions strangers? Behaviour is not important when I get behind the mic There are no rules so I don’t mind if I can never get this right There are solo careers and collaborations Sometimes it can sound weird when dope emcees raise expectations It takes all your concentration and a love for presentation Serving your mind and its twisted desperation Sensations, temptations mixed with abstract innovation Thought process is the hostess to a league of elevation It’s creation; inventive minds get to spend their time Placing lyrics over beats with instruments intertwined Some of us may once be signed while others carry on their hobby Some had offers and declined in the knowledge that they are free The key to success does not exist for you to use it Abusing music when you’re ‘involved’, you wanna lose it? I fused with an interface making the perfect Human race shaking the earth with my preferred sect You heard correct I’m not down with discrimination Your tinny sound could be ok add reverberation Nerves are racing as I face my live performance And still I strive to thrive I feel alive what could you call this?
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