lol...i am an adult....i work for 8 hours a day and pay bills...my job takes dedication and lots of problem solving skills....you sit around and dream about being a rapper but don't even have the dedication to spend your day making beats
my brother is talented with any instrument he picks up...he plays for about 4-6 hours a day and he is only 16....if you can't spend your day doing what you love...quit claiming its your life and its all you care about
I sit around? No fattie, that's you. Anyways, I'm not doing this with you again, you do this every fucking time you come in here.
BTW, I work on beats daily and write for my mixtape daily. Just 'cause it doesn't take up literally every second of my existence doesn't mean shit. Even the hungriest, most dedicated Rappers I know, myself included, still actually give themselves some free time. So, keep running your mouth about shit you have no clue about.
New track. Preview of my mixtape, as this is gonna be on it. First track I'm leaking from it. Remix of XO's Glass Table Girls. Bump and leave feedback.
You're getting better. That song just seemed a little over-produced, but it could just be me.
What the fuck is wrong with that? And you nigguhs need to learn to read.
A: That's only for beats, 'cause I still don't fully know what the fuck I'm doing. As far as writing, I literally write all day, 'cause lines hit me all day, and then I put them in a note in my phone. And that's not including full fledged sit down writing sessions, which I just did for 6 hours straight late one night last week.
B: I said AT LEAST an hour. Meaning if it's a busier day, I try to at least get that hour in, a lot of times, it ends up being longer than that. For instance, I made serious progress with a beat earlier in the week, got in my zone, and got lost in it for like 3-4 hours.
Episode is back again. 'Bout to pick up the slack again. Everybody been sleepin' on me. They ain't never gonna take a nap again. Back on track, raps on raps. Yp bitch gon' let me smash from back. I kick game, you hackysack. Yo clique gon' give me daps on daps. Sweet as a box of Applejacks, she said she want dat cinnamon stick. Got some amps up in my stash, we call this shit that one hit lit. These boys, they be runnin' they lips, and they ain't never see the hustle. I'm my own damn Brand, and homie, you will never be the Russell. Think I rustled feathers, yea, I got 'em riled up. And ya boy will never stop until them dollas pile up. Until them models linin' up, fo' a sneak preview of the Episode. Breakin' every border, give a fuck, I call it Mexico.
(Hook.)
Turnt all the way up, like right now. Everything loud, from the crowd to the smoke clouds. Who got the highest volume? Go and pull ya stash out. Bass bumpin' bangers 'til these muhfuckas pass out. 2x
Feelin' fly as fuck, go tell the Wright Brothers I stole they swag. Rhymers, they some biters, straight denyin' that they stole they swag. Me, I stay 100, and you boys about half of it. I am one step up above it, like when jumpin' in a Hummer. And these honeys, they gon' love it, like we fucked without a rubber. Got some green and sticky gooey shit, I'm rollin' up that Flubber. 'Bout to be respected as a legend, do it gradually. Hopin' that a flow so strong gon make my pockets swole; Insanity. Ay boo, bring a friend or two, I could show you what it do. And I could show you the highest heights of my life when you fuck with a real dude. Anybody got a problem, you ain't ever gonna stop 'em. I don't ever fuck wit drama, any broad, I'll steady drop 'em. And the beat already knockin', only right to let me rock it. We Cirocin' and choppin' the rasta, bottles poppin'.
New track. Preview of my mixtape, as this is gonna be on it. First track I'm leaking from it. Remix of XO's Glass Table Girls. Bump and leave feedback.
You're getting better. That song just seemed a little over-produced, but it could just be me.
Well, this was.......surprising, coming from you, but thanks. What do you mean by over produced?
By over-produced I mean it sounds too clean, I'm sure it was done by a professional, but to have something as (in my opinion) minor as this song have a sound that is so crisp just puts me off of it.
If none of that makes sense then oh well. It's the best way I can explain it. Maybe someone else can explain it better
No, I feel you. That actually makes me feel good that you thought it was mixed professionally. I mixed it. I really been working on my mixing techniques, guess the improvement is showing. And I still have the exact same equipment.
I got my decks set up today and found my drum machine. My shots gonna have a really old school sound, but my shits gonna be space age. Trying to produce rap music that sounds like it comes from some futuristic dumpster
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my brother is talented with any instrument he picks up...he plays for about 4-6 hours a day and he is only 16....if you can't spend your day doing what you love...quit claiming its your life and its all you care about
BTW, I work on beats daily and write for my mixtape daily. Just 'cause it doesn't take up literally every second of my existence doesn't mean shit. Even the hungriest, most dedicated Rappers I know, myself included, still actually give themselves some free time. So, keep running your mouth about shit you have no clue about.
A: That's only for beats, 'cause I still don't fully know what the fuck I'm doing. As far as writing, I literally write all day, 'cause lines hit me all day, and then I put them in a note in my phone. And that's not including full fledged sit down writing sessions, which I just did for 6 hours straight late one night last week.
B: I said AT LEAST an hour. Meaning if it's a busier day, I try to at least get that hour in, a lot of times, it ends up being longer than that. For instance, I made serious progress with a beat earlier in the week, got in my zone, and got lost in it for like 3-4 hours.
Lyrics:
Episode is back again.
'Bout to pick up the slack again.
Everybody been sleepin' on me.
They ain't never gonna take a nap again.
Back on track, raps on raps.
Yp bitch gon' let me smash from back.
I kick game, you hackysack.
Yo clique gon' give me daps on daps.
Sweet as a box of Applejacks, she said she want dat cinnamon stick.
Got some amps up in my stash, we call this shit that one hit lit.
These boys, they be runnin' they lips, and they ain't never see the hustle.
I'm my own damn Brand, and homie, you will never be the Russell.
Think I rustled feathers, yea, I got 'em riled up.
And ya boy will never stop until them dollas pile up.
Until them models linin' up, fo' a sneak preview of the Episode.
Breakin' every border, give a fuck, I call it Mexico.
(Hook.)
Turnt all the way up, like right now.
Everything loud, from the crowd to the smoke clouds.
Who got the highest volume? Go and pull ya stash out.
Bass bumpin' bangers 'til these muhfuckas pass out. 2x
Feelin' fly as fuck, go tell the Wright Brothers I stole they swag.
Rhymers, they some biters, straight denyin' that they stole they swag.
Me, I stay 100, and you boys about half of it.
I am one step up above it, like when jumpin' in a Hummer.
And these honeys, they gon' love it, like we fucked without a rubber.
Got some green and sticky gooey shit, I'm rollin' up that Flubber.
'Bout to be respected as a legend, do it gradually.
Hopin' that a flow so strong gon make my pockets swole; Insanity.
Ay boo, bring a friend or two, I could show you what it do.
And I could show you the highest heights of my life when you fuck with a real dude.
Anybody got a problem, you ain't ever gonna stop 'em.
I don't ever fuck wit drama, any broad, I'll steady drop 'em.
And the beat already knockin', only right to let me rock it.
We Cirocin' and choppin' the rasta, bottles poppin'.
(Repeat Hook.)
If none of that makes sense then oh well. It's the best way I can explain it. Maybe someone else can explain it better
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