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self- prophetic song that we live out everyday, cuz realitys strapt.... and oh yeah, we still undefeated
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Strapt Reality, 'Cuz Reality's Strapt! These cases is bee sings! Insufficient attempts to keep us from dreaming!
Strapt Reality is made of Avelomax and Osirus the Great, both from Tucson, AZ. Both composed the beats, scratches, production, and lyrics. Strapt Reality is about breaking free from constraints and restrictions put on by forces outside and or inside individual(s). It is about rebellion of these norms not so much the maybe easily implied pundt/ slang of "strapt" or "strapped" meaning possessing firearm(s)- which we do enjoy and practice- but is not solely or definatively limited to. Like someone would say, "I'm strapt for cash," is a good reference for our use- we are hard up. We make what we call apocalyptic underground music; meaning music that will survive the apocalypse. We make music for anyone, not just alternative people, who feel like there is no music for them to enjoy, the music does not identify/ represent them. So enjoy! We are all in this together! This is a page for Strapt Reality and NevrMined Records and the artists recording with us. NevrMined Records is an independent record label that has not been discovered-never been mined, never tapped into, still raw, still unearthed. Also playing on the idea that people pay no attention to a lot of underground music. So we invite you to be unlike the rest, the lames, the squares, and PAY NEVRMINED! We are an open indie label and will work/ sign other acts.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,405
Peak in subgenre #726
Author
d. cooper, n. taylor
Rights
2006
Uploaded
November 13, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:11
Story behind the song
living with the wenchs, smoking hash oil 24/7, ridin quads and this was the product.
Lyrics
Dont Shoot yourself in the f*** ing foot over this sh** , respect the outcome, peep this outlook, its decided for some unique to none, apocolypse is comin, we bang drums Were not the same yimmer yammer, fox hole chatter ear fulla lather styles outta pattern, you jockin dick like a bathroom matron, takin crumpled handouts after piss drainin insane sanitation, sayin the same sh** that everyone else is sayin lifes about the payment. Thats just the way it goes sadly, we repel the lame sh** gladly
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