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Open Wounds

Dread Mighty – Alternative Hip Hop Artist

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What's the worst shit to ever happen to you?
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Hip Hop, Rap, Hardcore Hip Hop, Rap, Music

If you know me, or of me, this is the spot to hear what I got. Updated monthly.

SoundClick artist Dread Mighty presents "Open Wounds", an outstanding release in the Hip-Hop genre. Featuring sine, the production has a distinctive and cohesive sound. The Chicago influence comes through clearly, making this especially appealing to hip-hop fans. Listeners into Jungle, Drum Bass and Hiphop will find this track a natural fit within their rotation.

Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,417
Peak in subgenre #755
Author
Dread Mighty Sine, scratches; DJ Tolo
Rights
2004
Uploaded
February 01, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 96 kbps • 3:58 minutes
Story behind the song
The worst shit to ever happen to me in life.
Lyrics
Open Wounds Sign on the dotted we caught it or at least we thought That through the battles the trials the projects we fought Our way into the lime light by keeping the rhyme tight That it was timed right 92 312 ready for the spot light Just me & Mr. Duke G from Belmont & Clifton Foot soldiers yet talent chi-niggas ready for the picking Hit the studio once a week –in 20 weeks we were finished A budget of 75k 7k in each pocket That went down faster than a North Ave Pay-for Then Duke got murdered as our dumb ass waiting’ for Videos and fame but we being played for lames When the budget ran out guess who was left with the blame…? If it weren’t for Mr. Klein I would a owed the shirt off my back They trying to get loot for not getting our project off it’s back In fact I kept my own name, they kept our own tracks & now the world will never get to hear MR. Duke G rap- Rest In Peace… Brothers got murdered in broad day for broads to lay Despite the death and decay I’m still here today Still on the bricks and fucking with chicks while my Reagent rots In a prison up top opposition running our spot My Beantown click is locked up and rich While I’m free and broke as a bitch vowed to never get back in the shit You can call me pussy or soft and continue to cake up While I figured I couldn’t raise my seed with 15 big and a wake up So who really pussy? In the joint you doing damage Work for parole get it and find out ya can’t manage I sent it twice and each time I went down I seen the same clowns With the same frowns breaking lit down-they just like me Eyes gleaming for g’s paid big loot for sweet guilty pleas Best believe I’m God but focused on these degrees Forever shine despite the incline to decline Wizened to the dime That Norface Nigga that’s Big Sine Two weeks ago I had a cold so I’m playing the bed at home With my daughter & my son who’s at 4 months old Got on Soul Seek Played with my son Na’im Fed my son a bottle and fell asleep with him Woke up to the phone and had a conversation Made lunch for Ayana, and put us both down to nap Answered the phone & on a tele-fundraiser I snapped It was about three, almost time to pick up Nakhi My oldest from the bus at 4:03p Hit the kitchen to fix a bottle for Na’im checked the time 3:15 hit the PC to finish typing this rhyme At three and a half I went over to Na’im to dress him His leg cold to the touch I panicked as I flipped him Nothing in my life could ever prepare for this As I stared at his body stiff from rigamortis…
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