my mic sucks like a vacuum. I even have lyrics for the beat.
Original. Hip Hop beats with Jazz Flavor.
Contact me on aim (T Remedy) or e-mail (sir_playalotabball@yahoo.com) for beats (If you can wait I'll put up a phone). If a beat is sampled, the artist using it is responsible for clearing the sample.
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Lyrics
Now here's a story bout a girl, seems kinda petrified
Of course, who can blame her since her mom just died?
Her girlfriends said "relax," lets go to a party
Its at Renee's house, she aint gon hurt nobody.
So off they go, listening to this very beat
Even in a SUV they started moving they feet
almost crashed into a tree, saved by a quick manuever
It seems that her day was an off day, call it Ferris bueler
They go to the house, the dj is cuttin up
Everyone is dancin, But then it seemed like somethin's up
The lights starten flickering, she thought she saw a babys christening
And then the sight vanished, no trace, just like Mr. clean.
she lost her mind, nearly ran into the road
But the trust of her friends kept her in control
She is really afraid, but the plot still aint clearer
So stick around peoples, the story gets weirder
(4 bar interlude)
The Lights flicker again, now its getting scary
She's able to keep herself from screaming...barely.
She's frightened to a point where she can hardly breathe
Her friends said, "stop shivering, your ruining the beat."
No way she could calm down, its gone way to far now
But little did she know about the trouble that would grow.
She's saying to herself, "Why are my friends like that fo'?
But then again, 'you never knew' " like Hiero.
The songs get louder, she gets more frightened by the hour.
The rage of hip hop was tearing apart this cute flower.
Everyone looked at her, and they all laughed.
And by that time, she could do the math.
By the way the wind moved, she could tell its over now.
She could hear a friends' scream from far into the crowd
The floor then had blood, and on it read "destiny"
And she caught a bullet....right through her Cilary.
Somethings you get, even if you dont ask for em.
The request was death, and it succeded. Now lets fast-forward.
We at her funeral. She sure seemed beautiful,
But her life had to end shorter than her finger cuticle.
Now you would think the friends would just have to be so sad,
Yet if you were there, u'd know they had the audacity to laugh.
Is that a draft, or were her friends just cold?
Like she was at an auction and her life just got sold.
The point is, life is yours for the making...partially.
Just never accept an invitation to a dark party.
