Its been a long time since i heard a beat, that made me bump my head and also to put me in deep thoughts and make me feel enraged about the shit that we are living in and all of that in the same time. Now thats what a call a dope production!!!!
I remembered real vivid back in 06 writing these bars I wrote i joked i quoted slug Bought my first Guitar Microsoft vista default pics And windows movie maker Recorded on the laptop mic It was cool to be a content creator I got compliments and the community would actually engage It wasn't about memes or about how YT's lame It wasn't just a game to play for money and fame and advertisers It was only about how cool it was to be noticed Not admired Fuck a fan Not trying to be Mr Beast or a pewdiepie poser It was about getting a certain weight up off your shoulder And realize somebody else was feeling similar Matter fact this is when we didn't even have mac miller All we had was. t Wayne 106 & park The park, after school cartoons And growing pains Life is art Some colors light and dark Wrote my verse to hate it or love it It sucked it was a start But I sold the pen Lost my spark I knew the game Fuck the channel Everyone's rapping about green Two years later everyone's rapping about lean Music is filled wit cattle Hypebeasts trended And i still ponder what would've happened if i continued And pretended that i loved all the shit that they love Imagine i probably could've wrote wit slug But could've would've should've It ain't happened Still making music only for myself Trying to chang my sad to happy
This is magic, presto what ever word you like, they say your gettin fat, hop on your bike and maybe soon enough youll be ballin like mike i give happiness like candy at parades yet remain hidden as a man at a masquerade fuck it ill live, ill be fine, as long as i keep rapping, ill smile and ill be laughing leave you sitting on your toilet crapping, thinking about what the fuck you just heard? feel like you just got fed an altoid, your a bird. cause this is gnarly shit youve never heard
its me and you, against the ones that run the world, believe its true.. they print the money, its funny paper, so we sing the blues, deceiving you, since day one, with the evening news, feeding you, spoonfuls of bullshit through ya feeding tubes, show my rage, i stab the page, until the ink is bleeding through.. but yo i've been meaning to see it through, to the end, so i mend, my broken heart and my broken limbs, release the beast through spoken hymns, hopin it will choke my sins.. [open end]
as im glancing into the sky my thoughts race through my mind telling me its your time to die/ but no its time to live opened a bottle of 5th jugged it with all of my friends/ awoke hours later didn't even know where to begin the suns out and im down under within the gates of hell prayin keep me swell/ the devil answered right back hello your doing well keep doing what your doing so we could grow to tell another misfortuned storytale
So am I dead or just looking into the nether Misconstrued views make me Remember when I was Untethered falling through the depths of Never maybe it would be for the Better drifting aimlessly like a Comet at this point there's too much momentum to try and Stop It like a fifth of whisky and vomit, I acknowledge passing mars the stars turning into quasars My eyes can't see until they adjust the radiation makes my atoms deconstruct like organic rust turning solid matter back into stardust
Get rich or die trying, that’s the motto I was bout it ever since a kid, still remember days when I used to turn fallen angels into ash lyrically easily professional rapper like a
at night i cant sleep i get highhh i cry and wonder whyyyy its the sick thought of everyone unanimous its the mind with something else on it who becomes the champion you need to stop imagining this is really happening slap that crap eatin grin off ur face and start handling the situation like a man would, damn dog in a fucked up world filled with fear i can feel it here im having thoughts of gettin killed this year from a chill in the air when my friends see me they like "whoa ur still here?"
talk pain about pain i could explain how a child dies at a train crash, all the pain and tha cash worries fury cury, food slurries make mine quick hurry, damn no spin durry no weed no bowl homie, look up homie a rainbow glowing seeing as my perspective i aint trippin, i step up and sllip in slitherin feelin water dripin down my back, crackin dimensions did i mention my fully steem weed engines bumpin, yea boi roun here we always smokin somthin
It's this uploader with the ego/ You think he's good? Let me go/ That's right, I write and I use mics/ Just because this typed, don't mean it ain't tight/ You actin' like you superman, I guess that makes me kryptonite/
It's the men and women/ the boys and girls/depending on the person/influence by rap,rock,goth,emo, even fuckn "Sceamo!"/We should know how to control our enraged/but when it comes to the murder cases//the lack of police tryin to protect our streets/It's the people with no talent that get the opportunities/it every thing but Me
@wildernarb Its the little things in life that make it real Im just happy to be rappin on this track, dont need a record deal Im not gonna lie that shit would be tight But im content with a beer in my left and a blunt in my right theres nothin better than gettin fucked up with my friends I would take any of my homies over a house or a benz My name is Sean and I dont need alot of money Just a beer and my surfboard and the day to be sunny
Its been a long time since i heard a beat, that made me bump my head and also to put me in deep thoughts and make me feel enraged about the shit that we are living in and all of that in the same time. Now thats what a call a dope production!!!!
I remembered real vivid back in 06 writing these bars
I wrote i joked i quoted slug
Bought my first Guitar
Microsoft vista default pics
And windows movie maker
Recorded on the laptop mic
It was cool to be a content creator
I got compliments and the community would actually engage
It wasn't about memes or about how YT's lame
It wasn't just a game to play for money and fame and advertisers
It was only about how cool it was to be noticed
Not admired
Fuck a fan
Not trying to be Mr Beast or a pewdiepie poser
It was about getting a certain weight up off your shoulder
And realize somebody else was feeling similar
Matter fact this is when we didn't even have mac miller
All we had was. t Wayne
106 & park
The park, after school cartoons
And growing pains
Life is art
Some colors light and dark
Wrote my verse to hate it or love it
It sucked it was a start
But I sold the pen
Lost my spark
I knew the game
Fuck the channel
Everyone's rapping about green
Two years later everyone's rapping about lean
Music is filled wit cattle
Hypebeasts trended
And i still ponder what would've happened if i continued
And pretended that i loved all the shit that they love
Imagine i probably could've wrote wit slug
But could've would've should've
It ain't happened
Still making music only for myself
Trying to chang my sad to happy
This is magic, presto what ever word you like,
they say your gettin fat, hop on your bike
and maybe soon enough youll be ballin like mike
i give happiness like candy at parades
yet remain hidden as a man at a masquerade
fuck it ill live, ill be fine,
as long as i keep rapping, ill smile and ill be laughing
leave you sitting on your toilet crapping,
thinking about what the fuck you just heard?
feel like you just got fed an altoid, your a bird.
cause this is gnarly shit youve never heard
its me and you, against the ones that run the world, believe its true.. they print the money, its funny paper, so we sing the blues, deceiving you, since day one, with the evening news, feeding you, spoonfuls of bullshit through ya feeding tubes, show my rage, i stab the page, until the ink is bleeding through.. but yo i've been meaning to see it through, to the end, so i mend, my broken heart and my broken limbs, release the beast through spoken hymns, hopin it will choke my sins.. [open end]
11 years on there is a new scapegoat
sickest beat ever made.
as im glancing into the sky my thoughts race through my mind telling me its your time to die/ but no its time to live opened a bottle of 5th jugged it with all of my friends/ awoke hours later didn't even know where to begin the suns out and im down under within the gates of hell prayin keep me swell/ the devil answered right back hello your doing well keep doing what your doing so we could grow to tell another misfortuned storytale
thanks man
you’re welcome
So am I dead or just looking into the nether Misconstrued views make me Remember when I was Untethered falling through the depths of Never maybe it would be for the Better drifting aimlessly like a Comet at this point there's too much momentum to try and Stop It like a fifth of whisky and vomit, I acknowledge passing mars the stars turning into quasars My eyes can't see until they adjust the radiation makes my atoms deconstruct like organic rust turning solid matter back into stardust
Get rich or die trying, that’s the motto I was bout it ever since a kid, still remember days when I used to turn fallen angels into ash lyrically easily professional rapper like a
It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar,
It’s my habitat it needs to be cleaned, it’s my car
raw song and instrumental
at night i cant sleep i get highhh
i cry and wonder whyyyy
its the sick thought of everyone unanimous
its the mind with something else on it who becomes the champion
you need to stop imagining this is really happening
slap that crap eatin grin off ur face and start handling
the situation like a man would, damn dog
in a fucked up world filled with fear i can feel it here
im having thoughts of gettin killed this year
from a chill in the air when my friends see me they like
"whoa ur still here?"
THANK YOU! SICK!
awesome.
this is tight
this is the best, can you do instrumentals from family sign?
Please for the love of sound put a clay instrumental up... imo one of ants, let alone music's best instrumentals.
its the caffeine :)
Do you have a decent quality version of this you could email? Someone wants to rap this at Hip-Hop Karaoke but we can't get hold of this anywhere.
Sounds better rusty
Hip hop hippidy hop.
talk pain about pain i could explain how a child dies at a train crash, all the pain and tha cash worries fury cury, food slurries make mine quick hurry, damn no spin durry no weed no bowl homie, look up homie a rainbow glowing seeing as my perspective i aint trippin, i step up and sllip in slitherin feelin water dripin down my back, crackin dimensions did i mention my fully steem weed engines bumpin, yea boi roun here we always smokin somthin
And a wokie diggie bang bang
X2 Speed
It's this uploader with the ego/
You think he's good? Let me go/
That's right, I write and I use mics/
Just because this typed, don't mean it ain't tight/
You actin' like you superman, I guess that makes me kryptonite/
It's the men and women/ the boys and girls/depending on the person/influence by rap,rock,goth,emo, even fuckn "Sceamo!"/We should know how to control our enraged/but when it comes to the murder cases//the lack of police tryin to protect our streets/It's the people with no talent that get the opportunities/it every thing but Me
Patterns never stray, perfected pendulum swaying in a perfect chain
All ways the same, nothing ever changes in these suburban hideaways
Anyone else think this beat sounds almost exactly like An Eye For An Eye by Mobb Deep?
@wildernarb do you know of any "outernet" instrumental? or if you have one by chance?????????
@wildernarb Its the little things in life that make it real
Im just happy to be rappin on this track, dont need a record deal
Im not gonna lie that shit would be tight
But im content with a beer in my left and a blunt in my right
theres nothin better than gettin fucked up with my friends
I would take any of my homies over a house or a benz
My name is Sean and I dont need alot of money
Just a beer and my surfboard and the day to be sunny
is this instrumental a little slower?
I remixed this and its up on my channel. If you have some free time come check it out.
themachine,iscolderthencavitieswhileeatingicecream,canibeapartofit?yoursoul,whilementioningtheslow,creepingofgiftednessyou'veshownmeasa whole(hole
It sucks without the lyrics.
its meant to be instrumental dumb bitch