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My first track. I'm Actually looking for a producer who will at the least give me a chance i know i have the potential and the talent i need a better recording system and someone to create instrumentals for me. I'm 16.***Rate***
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I'm a 16 year old rapper whose style of rapping is similar to Earl Sweatshirt However i've been rapping like i have for around 5 years. I live in Brooklyn
I started writing lyrics when i was 12. I would go out freestyle with random people at parties etc. with a well knowing i wasn't that good. I've been boo'd at thrown out of places but i'm still determined to be great. Better than Great. I'm not like most of these other rapper who want to make it big just to have money and women. I want to become famous so i could help people and get my family out of where we are. I've seen too many homeless people in brooklyn alone begging for money and everytime i see that i think to myself if i had the money i would give it to him/her. Since then, i've been determined to do whatever it takes to reach the top. I've started recording songs but they aren't top notch so i'm now looking to take a step forward. I'm looking fo a producer who can help me get up a little bit. I'm known all throughout brooklyn underground but i want to come up from underground into the world.
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Charts
Peak #2,666
Peak in subgenre #220
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Sync Productions
Uploaded
September 29, 2012
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MP3 3.0 MB 160 kbps 2:38
Story behind the song
Got bored one day. So i just started writing about random things on my mind.
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I got more oxycontin to get a ox into rehab Cut sheeps for cotton cut open the top and pop a couple alieves and recap Forty pounds to lay 'em down and burying 'em in a sheep's shed Convicted Felon Hear them b*** es yeliin' "Kill her instead" Transparent Sheets show the feet like i'm making the bed Puke on the beat smoke a tree and im f*** ing dead Perfection to my aggression But i still see them Leeches Peeping Alaskan Husky Sweater With Some New Truie Jeans No religion not my decision Static to a T.V Got them n*** s shook till they look like pee-wee Get pussy like Free-Free then throw 'em the dick like a frisbe sh** won't be pretty when i stop acting friendly And the demon arises while the world is ending Mending lyrics then sending them to those who tend to not be able to comprehend my blasphemy It'd be a tragedy but they had the audacity To rapidly talk sh** and think you'll carry on happily Peep my profanity I am the God Of Insanity My conscious is the absolute version of absently while, these thoughts fill my capacity Rape a b*** whose unsure of her sexuality 4 sense peep the extra s cause she saying anything is a huge irrationality in actuality i guess i need hospitality but i'll be in there forever 'cause i don't posses mortality F*** all humanity it'll end with fatality see them christians panicing but what you behold is pure vanity The chaos i'll bring can be tagged as unreality Cause the abnormality of the destruction is equalivent to two crashing galaxies Mother's own Catastrophe Due to Father's Generality I'm pissing people off? Well, i apologize my majesty But your angers so sweet i think i got a cavity Still chain 'em up and stab 'em .. savagely Then grab 'em and slam 'em And Throw your family off the balcony Doing what i do I Abandoned Gallantry Then ask the Society Any feelings of satiety Cause i really don't go all out like using sated as a adjective Tested when i was young exceeded in sh** related to cognitive Throughout Agony he thought up a strategy 'Tactically flawless since we aren't of commonality Let's see what that'll make out of me I'll become a star you'll just be a asterisk Watch your back make you feel insecure like i did something a pastor did Reciting Passages annoys me like a camel eating cabbages Wrist sloppy need more than First Aid Bandages F*** around never got caught like the captains kids Florescent passages to where my next few classes is Arregivating them f** s just do the math of this Spin the wheel of fortune as if im a catalyst Polluting the Earth Hell she's a masochist Sorry to rain on your parade but Corey's Crashing it
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