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Time For Fear Remix
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bright like blights that take away sight, make day look like night, these lyrics you can't bite.
raven raven new thinking
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Single Rap Artist using new and old school beats, prolific writing, and all types of tempo.
Hey, My name is Ian, AKA Rave'n. This is a page containing all of my raps, available free, for streaming and downloading. I like to think of my raps as cognitive street style. I try to convey meaning in many of them, and attempt to do more than settle for the base of a rhyme. I search for sense, you could say.
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Peak #26,567
Peak in subgenre #12,729
Author
Rave'n
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Ian J. Milheim
Uploaded
March 04, 2005
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MP3 5.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Yo, what up, this is the second cut of an lp, but its still sang by yours truly, don’t worry, that’s still me… Yo hey, My name is Rave’n, And I’m into saving people with my rhymes or words, All the time I lead the herds to a safer street, Cus I’m there cup of tea, No matter how dissolves, don’t see a pinch of me, If there is a picture, I be none the richer, My experiences off the Richter, scale it up, shrink it down, put your pale face in the ground, throw over the, hit you with the sound of being paid for by the pounds, when I go to kroga, I sit down in the aisles, practice yoga, reading nutrition fact files, my wonder bread’s sober, when my shopping is over, I hop in my probe, head home down the road, get a light bright red, take out my ticket I read, says don’t skip lights son, its not right, young one, though the traffic may fight ya some, best to just wait here alone. Changes green so I head on my street and seem to pull into my house while the signs beam All rappers get taxed, what the h do I mean to that? Was I mean to that, any reason or feasonable plan on my mat or my platter when I sat down to eat, doesn’t matter, any words work to this beat, but yo maybe I should start getting kinda complex, these lyrics self making spirit are about to place a hex on the first person it sees, be it you, me the pets, or the trees, and I don’t want either three so I’ll start next, next time after refrain I’ll get hit, than my friend, don’t worry, not one bit. Now ya listen, can’t ya hear, it is time, time time for fear. Cus rave be coming near, time for fear In his gaze, or is it a leer, time for fear In the sound of the hissing missing beat you hear, is it time, times up for fear. Onto the second verse, my words are in a hearse, can’t you hear all of the nurses put it to reverse? It flows right up, strolls water in a cup of vocabulary, like a baby, subtly, energy, majesty, in a flying black canery, but rave’n always faster, of the birds a master, of the words a pastor spewing lines of wisdom to the children I rasterize and politize every victim issues through my eyes, empathy realize with real eyes in real lies, 3 different phrases, unconditionally surprised, My skill has broken you, a token with no glue to open the curfew, too late get home, or a tomb, it’s your time now, whatever you choose to do, go back with your cheap perfume, don’t want your scent round me, making me bent, hop out my zone, And yo, now I’m on a roll, flow like I was Marco polo, skipping continents like around the world yo-yo, Great Magellen be chillen while I do the work for him, I spew the clock foreign time areas of being born wherein the fact is stated through a forlorn longwinded dinosaur horn. Ancient, old film the English patient, hated by elain on Seinfeld loved by rest of the nation, it’s facing showdown against the haitens, Dominican republic no involvement and I love it out the rations, Drug wars for medications, RX approved casings be cause such bland lacings as my shoes untied, swing round the strings and glide, my orders will abide the one from which I hide, Have no idea, what I just meant, neither do you, her, or the president, or the pre-war intelligence committee, President bush commited grand scale felony, but save issues like that for another day, another rap to be hit inside the fray, censored on the tv, and hidden by the CIA. Now ya listen, can’t ya hear, it is time, time time for fear. Cus rave be coming near, time for fear In his gaze, or is it a leer, time for fear In the sound of the hissing missing beat you hear, is it time, times up for fear. Now when I say times over do ya listen or do ya rover, Climb great plains moving round sojourner. On mars, one of three cars, or bots, But the czars are not In control of this, they sought to imprison me, Along with peace, patriot act begs for me to cease, but I haven’t even started to eat, Wait till a little later in the game, after I change my name, l
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