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the tiki torch
01:55
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sittin at the bar (demo)
03:49
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VERSE 1: man listen isn't women within criticism/ it'd be different if they didnt try to be so temptin/ cant still let hoes, tempt me with stilletos/ pedicured to the ones with the paint peeled toes/ like i aint get close to taken her outta her clothes/ know she wrong hittin on a man who faithful and yo/ cant keep a man so she out to lease another womans/ claim its for the sex only but distressed she runnin to him/ she dont ask or assume its really somethin she dont wanna know/ that way she dont feel like she bein a hoe/ maybe thats what turns her on tho forbidden fruit/ in the open tellin lies about her hidden truth/ sippin juice and vodka talkin bout nothin in particular/ got it all wrong she aint hardly how i figured her/ this is where i get off peace, see ya later VERSE 2: man listen isnt women within criticism/ its a given if you speakin then you tryna get with em/ not necessarily true, see what society do/ a simple conversation turns to inuendo then *POOF*/ now its like im in the wrong guys and girls cant get along/ cant just be friends, gotta see or show a thong/ gone head girl im grown, beyond being sex prone/ dont mistake idle chatter for you gettin hit on/ they got us all confused when they say that dudes/ know three kinda women, no appendix to the rules/ that every girl we know we either tryin, cant or wont cut/ thats fairly accurate until you fall in love or grow up/ but yall in luck you know what? heres a little secret/ if i say hi to a woman its because i feel like speakin/ just polite was raised right in fact i got a woman/ whats the screwface for all i said was how you doin
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diwadiwadonald
01:25
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dedicate til im dead in a crate/ and hauled off yall lost a livin and breathin great/ so lets celebrate like its 1999 again/ pray i write a rhyme my pen collectin dust and gathering/ bear the weight of the world, the fate of me and my girl/ debate the pay or the toil of makin watched pots boil/ just like a shots recoil i aint wastin no energy/ him famous, the infamous don f kennedy/ upon the bullets entry he, fled the life he led/ bled every word he said gushin forth from his head/ hand and heart, scan the charts son you'll find none like him/ crawl before you walk, stumblin to run and bite him/ mc's is teethin on the three ring or composition ruled/ (im) opposite the rule, following the path of them fools/ im self made, self taught, demons self fought/ out to pay myself first so the album self bought/ felt caught between a rock and hard place, rockin at a hard pace/ (like) rock hard in a broads face huggin on the first date/ a wolf in sheeps clothing, vintage jeans need sewing/ flippin nike boxes open, scuffless kicks that aint been broken in/ flyest thing flowin next to delta beverage service/ why you aint go first? yeah dog i know you nervous/ if i was you i would be too, im disgruntled and dont like you/ no tellin what i might do...
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salsoul
01:42
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yo... don't expect too much, play lifeless and just/ let em roll over, not sober cus I'm punch drunk/ staggered by blows, flaggin down woes, taggin up toes/ a dead man walkin, you can tell by the pose/ just a deer in the headlights, froze to get his head right/ but reaction time undermines his safety and his insight/ sounds grim right? nope, the outcome is miraculous/ stumbled back home after sustaining some damages/ handle this effortless, kill a beef or let it live/ so you can milk it endlessly and use it as a sedative/ peddle piss as lemonade and only fools will take it/ but for those who taste test less the sip, smile and fake it/ cus ain't nothing sacred, achin joints and head from fightin life/ not rhymin its rock climbin tryna reach that higher height/ firefight the shit you call hot for the sake of something different/ water to a grease fire, decide if help or hindrance
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fly me ft. von pea
03:22
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VERSE 1: i gets busy and then keep puttin work in/ you tried to apply but didnt get the position/ ditched the pot to piss in, for one to bed a bitch in/ just understand when this ends we make our own pensions/ its the chairman of the boards ((SUHBURB))/ say word, and the team is lessondary so you know its superb/ yall sprawled out zonin, im appalled yall dont know him/ off the wall nigga go in! "yall some chiropractors holdin/ back catalog" know in fact, data logs showin that/ im involved so it got kinda bogged under stacks/ but its back now/ and as long as im in town with down time im jottin down rhymes/ plottin soundwise on how to stop them frown lines/ i let yall tell lies, you the hottest yeah right/ just get in line behind, we redesign the grind/ see in due time ill be reapin whats mine
CHORUS: yall sprawled out sleepin we so sub urban (repeat x 2)/ yall sprawled out sleepin but he's suburb/ fly me!
VERSE 2: i cant feel ya, and id kill to/ ya such a cool brother to know, but so other than dope/ i tried i really did, mc get busy did/ the same jam it was just as lame damn/ link with me im tryna break the chain fam/ we wont shake the industry up but we can shake hands/ make plans ????? but black dont make up a fan base/ they aint sleepin you need to wake up/ no doze wont help no flows ya posin shows/ ya no pro, but ill get you in the show/ only to come and watch not to come and try to flow/ bring some mixtapes to throw... word/ ill be over here with the talented, maybe try the clarinet/ go and be an engineer or something more challengin than this/ this is easy but you, you make it seem to be/ the hardest thing in the world, i aint tryna be evil b/ im just sayin
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guilty
01:45
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dirty with it, hard livin, take whats not given/ god given right to exist could be a curse in this/ skin im in no position shouldnt even be given/ faded as rainbow, rainin where the sun go?/ aint about to show no weakness whats that about?/ (get) outta line and challenge mine im knockin all them teeth out/ heavy metal barely balanced, tuggin on my waistline/ cant settle caged in, cant take more im/ close edge, nose dove, free fallin, hit the ground/ spazzed out, shots fired, woke up in lock down/ never thought id kill until driven to murder/ looked fun on menace, jackin rides just to order burgers/ for them nissan trucks, right in the drive thru/ but thats an interlude on icecube this my life dude/ might do life dude, no death penalty/ sittin in the holdin cell and wait for them to sentence me/ every minute, every second pass like a century/ the shit get real b/ be cause theres no peace as well/ cause my heaven could be yo hell/ now think about that/ i might have love in the streets but none in the house/ cant come in the house momma wanted me out/ and the man of the house didnt make her his spouse/ say im just like that nigga she cant stand my mouth/ and i cant stand lookin like a charity case/ so i take mines make a way whatever it takes/ heavy metal, federal scams, or peddling base/ niggas make deadly mistakes and i take em away/ and this game aint for play but i do it to play/ big boy toys homie whip the escalade/ live savage just to be in the ranks of the civilized/ bad as it sounds im just tryna survive
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night time
01:58
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VERSE: i cant front i give up man i swore off rap/ an abusive love affair where she aint give back/ get crack, get stacks, get capped is the formula/ no big named cosigns they all just ignorin ya/ my worst critic biggest fan, moonlighting's classic man/ bled, sweated, cried givin birth to every word (damn)/ my pleasures yo pain, my treasure disdained/ different ears two brains, hope niggas views change/ this game so strange finnicky and fickle/ when you hot frontin dudes beg to do songs with you/ thats cute at worst and irritating at best/ why i dont talk much? im just avoiding the stress/ swerve for you get served from bein on my nerves/ get the fuck out my face if you cant help me get heard/ im purgin all demons so, holler if you see me yo/ thats why i deal with fam and nothing in between it yo!
REFRAIN: we dont need em, we dont need em, we dont need em, and you dont either (repeat x 4)
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all right
02:43
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slipknot
01:14
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mc's yall wanna get on, chill with who you shit on/ the music is a business now the art is almost gone/ and fans yall turn the hits on, crank it up and listen/ the music it defines you, yall relate to the song/ you ever stop and think about the fatal flaw that you makin/ its a demand for that man, fans standin and waitin/ but since you cant stand his jams you determined to make him/ out to be some fallacy, callously you forsake him/ but then he, starts his mission impedes ya residence/ through ya radios and tv's, ladies and gents/ they televise genocide worldwide, my eyes wide shut/ id spy but i keep my mind tied up/ me slip not, but thats beside what i was sayin/ yall wanna go with this then follow me with no delay and see/ in actuality, with a little elbow grease he could be, you or me
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the words
01:33
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hard to take it serious when its a parody apparently/ and paper begat paper but between the two its tearin me/ sometimes i sit and stare at me, darin he to speak/ karats glarin so who's carin if im panderin the weak/ and im handling the beef between my inner and my peace/ by havin dinner with a freak because then i aint gotta think/ used to be aint got a thing but now the register is ringin/ pile the presents in the jeep and fly to beaches on the weekend/ that'll teach my inner demon to quit speakin while we eatin/ maybe keep em all from being crippling and so misleading/ cant believe the boat that we in, loved puttin words together/ now i see it like 'whatever' its a million things better/ i wouldnt give up this position but i know the people listening/ agreein with the critics when they say that somethings missin/ i dont feel it no more, its just another job now/ writin hits or grocery lists, its just words to jot down
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dead ass
02:27
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VERSE: dead man walkin shoulda been castrated/ got her mad at men regrettin you the nigga that she laid with/ child created, you dont pay it no attention, in yo image molded/ hold it dog you trippin on yo blood, thats some cold shit/ notice how they look at you now when you come around/ throwin scowls and turnin you down, constant run around/ that child aint choose you for his dad and vice versa/ but yo chose yo baby momma punk ass, now think it over/ so that bitch get on yo nerves, naggin, whinin/ cheatin even slashed yo tires/ them yo problems find yo way around em for the greater good/ come correct and handle yo business like a player should/ yo time and money that precious? you cant share it?/ lets just hope that kid dont inherit yo mean ass spirit/ here it is a mirror to yo face, the words to this song/ yall be killin me, get over yo'self, you know you wrong
REFRAIN: and if you bitchin as you listen its cus hit dogs bark/and you aint helpin by not finishin the shit yall start/ it aint no pampers to piss in, while you new car whippin/ dog you trippin, and definitely need an ass kickin/ you a dead beat, dead ass and im dead serious/ missin out on a once in a lifetime experience/ i aint talkin bout the money dog spend some time/ spend some time (repeat x 2)
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maybe
01:40
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VERSE: you dont know what its like dude, when friends dont like you/ and you keep smiling anyway continuing the cycle/ hoping one day some way but one means or another/ the niggas that you tightest with will understand each other/ cus yall cats like brothers, done done it all together/ but you stressed cus yo dad's health is bringin fam togther/ and they leave you to see thru feelings you dont wanna have/ dont even holler at you like yo phone went dead/ and all you got is the pen, god and blood aside/ so you write prayers for dads health and take it all in stride/ but you just aint feelin it, close but so far/ can barely pay rent, kick it and keep gas in yo car/ wish you never came back sometimes/ wish you never was born sometimes/ driven by passion so day jobs they just seem tedious/ can barely get past the mediocre cus its eating ya/ long stretches got you layin low, yo people yo aint seein em/ they think they done with em, nothing you can do to please em/ so yo soothe ya'self and do what moves yo own spirit/ jot a verse like this and wonder if you'll let em hear it/ should i?
REFRAIN: maybe, maybe not ( repeat x 8)
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audio visual
04:32
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VERSE 1: audio visual for every individual/ precedents we kill em and the president we kill him to/ burnin bush but i aint tryna get political, just say some fly shit to make all the party people move/ rockin gaudy sequined jewels fresh new exclusive shoes/ def like im old school but still on that new improved/ decoy b-boys weak ploys we destroy/ speak for the ones who live it yep we they voice/ trendy ass hipsters on down to the felons/ got a lil bit of everything and thats why we sellin/ sit and scratch what im spellin in my college ruled, college schooled/ held a job or two but raps what i gotta do/ follow who? yeah right fuck a fad/ red carpet is the target, flick it up for the mags/ man we diggin in yo stash on that debo shit/ for them funds an them fans yep we want it
CHORUS thats word, you see what im sayin? on the mic there wont be no delayin ( repeat x 2)
VERSE 2: i thought i told you cats im not a rapper/ but im still better than you fake actors/ if i wrote it or not thats not factor/ im flyer than alot of yall and thats what matters/ on to a new chapter yall lame/ runnin in place stuck in the same mind frame/ im tryna live my life make it on my own/ yall up in the club actin sexy and grown/ we need respect shown, im tryna make a difference/ do some good on earth for the time that i visit/ if its permitted change a life or two/ and still look good in my high heeled shoes/ pretty brown eyes and looks that can kill/ and i stay on ya mind cus my style is ill/ petite five feet and a half inch maybe/ sassy shay's a sexy lady
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the champ
03:18
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VERSE 1: and honestly a part of me barely believes in modesty/ be callin me to walk into the job and give em my two weeks/ or not to speak at all just say fuck it and turn my grind on/ but i snap out of it/ everytime i turn my lights on/ this cant be life, not mines at least/ feel like an actor in a movie or im undercover deep/ remove the covers if you sleep, my nigga time is of the essence/ im not gettin any younger in the rhyme so much invested/ man i bled it, sweated bullets, gotten better, made improvements/ not pathetic but the effort made it evident i do this/ gimme credit for the music, suffered debits all inclusive/ and i bet it broke some dudes but it just altered my enthusiasm/ hard to climb or move a mountain, harder if you doubtin/ got a fighting spirit deaths the only thing that take it out him/ we gone make it yall, man we already there/ its our time this time, man we own this year, yeah
BRIDGE (repeat x 2): is the hard work workin? the memorizin verses?/ was energized at first when, i wasnt sold or purchased/ before the shows and cosigns, the videos and downloads/ i wanted props for my rhymes and now i feel like thats old/ rappin is hard work its rehearsing to be perfect/ fightin to break surface and stay above unearthed with/ the radio and soundscans, marketing and promo/ im prayin that we found fans and hopin that we find more
VERSE 2: you can have it if you want it, is you really tryna get it?/ show and prove in xxl, but can i really fit it?/ know the truth is that i excel, especially when i spit/ over loops i make ya neck swell from noddin to the rythm/ don, will he flop, will he make it, will he fall off/ to book a show from the job he gotta call off/ and i even tryna ball all crazy/ just puttin in some work until this notebook pays me, come on....
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funeral march
02:58
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Donwill New York
Donwill is a Brooklyn based rapper, producer, DJ and 1/2 of Tanya Morgan.
Twitter: @donwill
IG: @donwill
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