I know some of you fuck with my Music, so I figured I'd post this, just some updates on my mixtape. And if you don't, and think I'm terrible/a wigger/trendhopper/talentless, just stay the fuck out and don't start any shit. This is only for the people that dig my shit and might be interested.
At this point, writing is almost completely finished. There's only 3 full songs left to write, and any other writing that needs to be done is shit like changing a hook, changing some bars, changing some flows, writing that missing second or third verse, etc. I'd say the latest release at this point will be July. It's really gonna be a money thing at this point. Musically, it'll be finished no later than June, but then I gotta get my money up for studio time, $150 for my photographer, to do a shoot for some promo pictures and my mixtape cover, and this girl is gonna draw my logo, which is gonna be some extra dough too, as well as disks and covers for the physical copies that Im'ma hand out. This is the tracklist, X means completely written, / means it needs a hook changed, needs an extra verse or an 8 bar, etc. and nothing next to it means it's not written at all yet.
#1: Good Evening X #2: Awesome X #3: Bonfire X #4: 100 Hunnit X #5: Oh My Fucking God X #6: Strange Clouds #7: Blue Sky / #8: Fall Out The Sky X #9: Like Me X #10: Glass Table Girls X #11: Loud X #12: Heartbeat / #13: My Boots X #14: Ass Back Home #15: Club Paradise /
Songs that I might scrap from the mixtape:
Y'all Don't Hear Me Tho X Underground Kings X Congratulations / Rolling Stone / The Zone /
Also, the extreme wait for it wasn't due to laziness. I'm a perfectionist, ESPECIALLY with this, being my first ever release and everything, and I went through a slump where I thought a lot of it wasn't good enough and just trashed it, rewrote a lot of shit, changed the tracklist like a motherfucker, and that slump even got me to a point where I was barely writing 'cause I got so discouraged, but I've been back at it hard as fuck and writing some of my best shit ever, and I have every song that's done recorded with my home set-up already, so I have basically a "demo version" of the mixtape, and I listen to it a lot, and am finally pleased with what I hear, so now it's just time to finish everything up. If I released this at the rate that I was finishing the songs, it would've been out in January, maybe even last year, but it would've been a product that I wasn't pleased with, and I don't want that, at all.
Lol, on one of the Hip Hop forums I go on, there's a Rapper named Top Billion, and anytime someone posts a track asking for feedback, he'll post and be like "That was dope, please come check out my track.", or would just straight up hijack other niggas' threads, posting his tracks and shit ahahaha.
Writing, wrote these 2 verses for a track on the mixtape. So fucking happy with them, just wanna share them somewhere.
Sometimes, I write, because I got nothin' better to do. Sometimes, I write as a letter to you. Who's you? Anybody that's out there. Anyone and everyone who livin' without care. Yea, so take a listen like right quick. As I write quick, 'bout my life, wit my right fist. While the night dips, creepin' out, as the light flips. On, scribblin' wit a mission, to get on. Get put on, to come up. But nobody wanna hear it less you Young Bucks. Young Moolah, not cool-ah-nough. So they gon' throw this tape to where they get medula. In the back of they pick-up truck. In a black trash bag, to get rid of junk. Damn, in the backseat, and they laughing. But D. Rose still fightin' fo' dat ring. Right? So, I'm LeBron, I'm dat King. No team behind me, no passing. Who says a one man band, can't gleam? No sleep, but nobody said I can't dream.
Grind 'til Napalm Death; Blow up. Life's better wit bread; Cold cut. Shit's aight, but could be sweeter; Donut. Ridin' 'round in a Beamer; Hold up. Can I reach that status, like Facebook? Or do you not LIKE me and my lame look? I think I'm fly, but are we lookin' at the same book? I mean the cover, slick look like a Gray Nook. Yea, I think I'm dope, but am I dope enough? I spit cold, is the salivation cold enough? Neva give in, feelin' like I'm gon' give up. But Im'ma spit flows 'til my skin's old and rough. Yea, and everybody wanna stop me. Everybody think they know me, but homie, you NOT me. And Im'ma use this voice 'til I can NOT sing. Maybe not the best, but I guess I gotta top me.
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Ahahahahahahahaha.
Sometimes, I write, because I got nothin' better to do.
Sometimes, I write as a letter to you.
Who's you? Anybody that's out there.
Anyone and everyone who livin' without care.
Yea, so take a listen like right quick.
As I write quick, 'bout my life, wit my right fist.
While the night dips, creepin' out, as the light flips.
On, scribblin' wit a mission, to get on.
Get put on, to come up.
But nobody wanna hear it less you Young Bucks.
Young Moolah, not cool-ah-nough.
So they gon' throw this tape to where they get medula.
In the back of they pick-up truck.
In a black trash bag, to get rid of junk.
Damn, in the backseat, and they laughing.
But D. Rose still fightin' fo' dat ring.
Right? So, I'm LeBron, I'm dat King.
No team behind me, no passing.
Who says a one man band, can't gleam?
No sleep, but nobody said I can't dream.
Grind 'til Napalm Death; Blow up.
Life's better wit bread; Cold cut.
Shit's aight, but could be sweeter; Donut.
Ridin' 'round in a Beamer; Hold up.
Can I reach that status, like Facebook?
Or do you not LIKE me and my lame look?
I think I'm fly, but are we lookin' at the same book?
I mean the cover, slick look like a Gray Nook.
Yea, I think I'm dope, but am I dope enough?
I spit cold, is the salivation cold enough?
Neva give in, feelin' like I'm gon' give up.
But Im'ma spit flows 'til my skin's old and rough.
Yea, and everybody wanna stop me.
Everybody think they know me, but homie, you NOT me.
And Im'ma use this voice 'til I can NOT sing.
Maybe not the best, but I guess I gotta top me.
Should I even?