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Why Ships Sink
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Pulled an All-Nighter with a 16-track... Here is the result...
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Honky Rap, dropped over various instrumentals, with minimal production. Lyrics are well written, poorly recorded, and delivered to you the way that music ought
Marcynic is the 2nd stage evolutionary step for a central cali emcee who is continuously trying to upgrade the skills. With politically driven lyrics sprinkled with hypothetical battle punch-lines, you can laugh your way through all of the tracks, as you ask yourself, 'what makes this guy think he's nice?' Then when the answer becomes apparent, you can go make a sandwich, with real sand. Bitch.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #12,441
Peak in subgenre #847
Author
Marcynic
Uploaded
October 07, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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It all started with a Friday Night Blind Date with a 16 track Apartment 125, this is why ships sink, man layers of multi-trackin' action, snappin, laughin and whispering capturing sounds created for the pleasure of listening did this instead of bed, or veggin' out on the big screen attention span battling distractions and still winning even potential enemies can never be stealing my patience because i channel them love, 'til they can feel the vibrations occasionally, i get approached by those that claim that they're bout it.. and then they'll be like, 'nah, nevermind, forget about it,' whenever they get routed i sat around for long enough, now its time for the 4th dimensional rocket ships to be poppin up and prepare you for ascension eat you for breakfast, steady reppin FMP and the core-collective and i can speak slower if you think that its more effective.. leave me be with a mic, up all night, i spit the sickest stuff next to a house cat on the couch that meows whenever i pick it up bah-dip-bah-duh, i rolled a blunt of indica that i'll hit with yah short term memory loss doesn't hide a day that i didn't puff rhyming syllables and timin, thats why you're diggin me remindin' people, its not Diggiorno, it's my delivery. no time for niceties when i'm slicin' and dicin' emcees and thats the price to pay for livin life inside of Vice City so will you take a day nap, or start making some change happen? each day is a blank canvas, watch out for paint splashes.
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