New track. Non-mixtape track, just me going in for like 3 minutes straight, just wrote and recorded this today with my new Mic, which I'm in love with, definitely gotta figure out how to mix it better, but this sounds miles better than what I was previously rocking with. Not gonna type the lyrics, 'cause like I said, it's me going in for 3 minutes straight, it'd take forever to type out.
The Pilot may not drop on 9/5 now due to having to get last minute money together for getting copies printed, I have the money for my cover/logo, and I'll most likely be doing the photoshoot on Friday, but, that could also set me back a bit, depending on how long it takes them to finish everything up.
Finished my verse for The City. So happy with it, one of my favorite verses in a while, and the flow and delivery for it are nuts on the actual track:
See, I know how it is, voiceless kids wit no lips. 'Cause the city that they in hold 'em back like vice grips. Tryna make my life shift, from a lame to the fame. Flip it like a light switch, turn it on, make a name. Fo' my town, fo' myself. Fo' the crown, fo' a belt. Fo' the sound, of the bells. Golden rounds, on my shelf. See, I don't believe in meant-to-be's, I'd rather create my destiny. Dat victory gon' be so sweet, if I perfect the recipe. Uh, I feel it's MY duty to give this town an identity. At the same time, show the Chi what she always meant to me. Prodigy of history, I feel like I'm the best to be. You best believe, Im'ma keep the city right next to me, 'til I rest in peace. 'Cause I hear the Angels in The City, and they want me in Heaven. But, if I'm dead in a second, I know I'll end up goin' straight to Hell. I may as well. And I ain't tryna hide, you can take my shell. At least my demise'll be dignified, I'm a genuine design, no fake Chanel. Made my start, in a city full of stars. In the skyline, and the ones drivin' pretty cars. Now, I'm in a town that neva really went far. Neva raised the bar, and neva want on to ball. I hear 'em callin, who's next to shine? I KNOW it's yo's truly. 'Cause this city NEED me to win, and dat's noted; duly.
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I'll send a signed copy to my number one fan.
See, I know how it is, voiceless kids wit no lips.
'Cause the city that they in hold 'em back like vice grips.
Tryna make my life shift, from a lame to the fame.
Flip it like a light switch, turn it on, make a name.
Fo' my town, fo' myself.
Fo' the crown, fo' a belt.
Fo' the sound, of the bells.
Golden rounds, on my shelf.
See, I don't believe in meant-to-be's, I'd rather create my destiny.
Dat victory gon' be so sweet, if I perfect the recipe.
Uh, I feel it's MY duty to give this town an identity.
At the same time, show the Chi what she always meant to me.
Prodigy of history, I feel like I'm the best to be.
You best believe, Im'ma keep the city right next to me, 'til I rest in peace.
'Cause I hear the Angels in The City, and they want me in Heaven.
But, if I'm dead in a second, I know I'll end up goin' straight to Hell.
I may as well.
And I ain't tryna hide, you can take my shell.
At least my demise'll be dignified, I'm a genuine design, no fake Chanel.
Made my start, in a city full of stars.
In the skyline, and the ones drivin' pretty cars.
Now, I'm in a town that neva really went far.
Neva raised the bar, and neva want on to ball.
I hear 'em callin, who's next to shine? I KNOW it's yo's truly.
'Cause this city NEED me to win, and dat's noted; duly.
grips
fame
name
myself
belt
bells
shelf
destiny
recipe
identity
me
be
hell
well
shell
chanel
stars
cars
truly
duly
>lives in the burbs
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It's in there that I'm no longer in the Chi and in a small town, dumbass.