https://soundcloud.com/illwittabic/first-take Man, I need serious help with editing and mixing tracks. I try to look shit up and get overwhelmed every time.
I actually use Camtasia, it's suppose to be a video only program, i also use audacity to record vocal only, then i bring it over into camtasia to edit what i can, it's pretty simple but it produces some decent amateurish quality, Also, and related, My new ish! https://soundcloud.com/cmf-slayer/days-are-dark-lose-my-mind
from a fetus to a genius, from a saint to a sinner, brung a plate to the dinner but couldn't seem to eat it, its nutrition that I needed but its riddled with diseases, no pay for the quitter so this kidder isn't leavin, go figure, hes a heathen, fire breathin, with a lions teeth and tiger penis, and he lives inside his demons, but his demons didn't know it, didn't notice, visions showed it but the rhythm that exposed it, it exploded, and left ashes, the fact is, that im real good at this, and you couldn't re-enact this without practice, the past is, the past so I pass it and work forward til im mad rich, or at least rich enough to raise fat kids,
Hey, Blades. My apologies to anyone who hit me up about the collab or responded in general and I didn't respond. I've been super sick. But im feeling better and ready to start making kick ass stuff again. And again I wanna say if anyone wants to collab (preferably audio but txt is cool too i guess. lol) holla at me. Keep killin it. love the stuff, friends. Peace and prosperity
https://soundcloud.com/david-cruz-299/gc-freak-and-geeks-raw-audiorecording Just a quick track. remember, its raw and I recorded it on my laptop. I rushed it a little because I wanted to post somethin. Much love, Blades!
https://soundcloud.com/illwittabic/open-letter-preview Consider this an open letter. Hoping that you can start feeling better. I've had a hard time too, there's nothing much that I can tell ya. That I ain't said before. Whatchu think, that I ain't never felt sad before. I had to grow up in an unestablished home. Couldn't get a grip on life 'cause I never had a hold. And I know you wanna do what's best 'cause your back and forth. But a decade down the road You still won't, let your old habits go. Quick eight bars, might build on this later.
Im quicker to spit it im feeling a venomous vibe, breakin the rhymes, stuck in the cinema reel definitive, feelin ill kill em an drill em with syllables, healing the wounds, im really just feeling the tunes, still in the mood, my minds altered, to find and consult with the father of time, one of a kind, can not be harbored or hollowed with sorrows, this phosphorous fellow he born with his rhymes, from tomorrow this time, The flames are rising up inside him, sirens are loud and he tries to fight them, bite them, rewrites the line before he recites them, he's hummin a hymn, there must be something up under his skin, his mind is racing, its blinding his eyes, hes contemplating, whether or not to wait, or risk his life to fuck with the fate he facing.
there sure is a lot poverty in this world, insurance and taxes, payments made from our savings and assets, religious assholes Christians and fascists, its no wonder we cant hold our head up, with the weight of the world dragging, its really making me fed up, and when will it let up, we generated a generation of teens, who question the very preservation of things, as it seems, the government falls apart at the needs, of the people if we need anything, just look at the weed, booze, or the music, when we use it, to light a lit fuse they cant refuse when we threw it. to influence a movement of what we want, we can get if we choose it, we just have to work together, ingore whats irrelevant, as a human tether, to work for a benefit.
When i rhyme it's like i'm a new breed with greed cause its time to shine when I crush MC's for free no presentation, i spit the rhymes out with aggravation so you know I got the flow that causes devastation and if you pull that nine out you better bust thats no doubt but when I draw quicker you'll just be a slain city slicker plus the doc told me I'm immune to hard drugs and liquor yet i only toke up grass and make you think fast, but too late homie I already lyrically whooped your ass
Theres alot of internet thug bitches who like to talk tough But in the streets I crush em like bugs yet it's not close enough to get my satisfaction from seeing their shocked facial reactions when I grab the pump action and break their frame up like fractions i'm a psycho, have been since day 1 thats why I am hated by nuns i'll send your career to the hospital using puns and speaking in tongues and if you don't like it too fucking bad, I do it anyway just to make you mad
13 Amp - POS (Point Of Sales) https://soundcloud.com/13amp/13-amp-point-of-sales-pos A beast, I am it, goddamnit a mammoth... And these tusks goin' through your abandon are gigantic... they 'sink in' titantic and its more than internal damage... ask ya bitch while she limps to deliver my sammich... a rampage? it's a rambook and i'm workin' on a sequel... and i sequence they events in any manner thats evil... So random acts just never happen with me, i'm methodical... So if the plans fucked, watch em line up, then call an audible... It's obvious you're awful, offer nothing but horrible... Awfully careless with the craft, its apparent the skill is not in you... Assault and battery, now AAA's your assistance.... I've never met a rapper that i coudln't end with a sentence... And kill the judges like i bring an end to the senate... Then turn it to earth and murder everybody thats in it... My pen is sadistic, only writtin' the sick shit... The ink is the blood, so its my words that i live with... They say my voice keeps me from being appealing... But i dont give a fuck you... Kuz i'm show stealing so fuck all your feelings... If all you wanna do is be negative dude... Ma fucka you've gone from played out to completely finished... So set sail poypeye go ahead and leave ya spinach... your so deep in it, that you made your bed and sleep in it... On the crawl back to get the job that you keep quittin'... Playin' dead but get kicked to life, i came to wreck... And really kill em and display em in my buffet of death... I stay ahead of the curve with a vendetta to serve... I'm better with words while everything you said is absurd... Takin' wordplay to new hights yo check the feat... Like brand new nikes dog yo check the feet... And add it to your list of fail yo check defeat... While i add it to the track list of the best of me... Shove your head in a blender then drink a cup of the splendor... Then mail your body parts kuz i got the guts to deliver... Legs, abdomen, arm, nose, eye deliver... Lungs kidneys, you kiddin' me? I de-liver...
shine on, live a little bit, smoke sip, and snort coke, its terrific isnt it? oh wow, you're falling down now, im laughing cause you cant stay up, im fucked up on, half of what you have, but im not the one who cant wake up. call an ambulance, you yell, but no one answers that, whats the chance you had one pill and suffered the aftermath, and after that, you will announce that it fucking matters to you, and anyone else who it happened to too, you could be happy, or you could do you, you choose to do what you do to you, do you to do you, to do you is due.
We both share a roof but that don't mean that we're cool. The shit you're into gon' send you to an emergency room. No need to look farther than your girlfriend for the proof. I'm sure they got some room inside the penitentiary too. I'm sure you got a little bit of wisdom left that's in you. Enough to tell you ain't got much more time to recoup. When a soldier takes a hit that means it's time to recruit. So when I took a fall I came back in a form that's anew.
in a world of police militarization and self defense contractor devastation the cops will shoot ya with no hesitation, cause the courts now lack dictation it's motherfucking corporate domination mutation of the north american nation can you keep up with the rhymes, or am I gonna have to commit some crimes to gather your attention like sniffing lines? Oh wait can't say that or the NSA will come, and pop my ass with a 50 caliber long barreled gun, shit too late i am done but just before i leave just gotta say something important- trust no one.
Im an addict with a sick mind, my only necklace is a zip tie, that i tighten just to get high, i was born dead cause i skipped life but lived twice, cause i fired six shots but missed five, fresh error, where are you. id like to start something
im an animal, just rhymin off the top im like a cannibal, eatin human flesh in the spot listen to the tangible message that i got like the sun im relentless, always burnin hot ashes in the urn gettin' dropped messy memories history's been forgot dont pretend the end wont come live it right cuz were limited and young when your young your limitless and dumb never steer near a cop when im drinkin how can i take his rights away is all they are thinkin it made sense because they commendeer lincolns turn it on the auction block so they can stack lincolns. like professionals im linked in to the network i only rap for myself,ill never rep the networth i respect the earth and know that mother always comes first i respect my mother and know i can trust in her for comforts
I spend cash for material things that don't matter, just to buy a series of things to maybe make me happy for a minute, but then the magic dissappears and im waiting for my shift to finish. I get a cheque and see it in the triple digits, I fidget with it till my wallets in train wreck position, I disect my own brainstem to see if all the moneys hidden. there's more important things in life for me to struggle with, like family friends and passion is worth more than all the fucks ive given. And even if I was struck with wealth or well endowed with funds, id help family out, and people being down and out who are feeling defeated, like mistreated kids with fixating addictions for drug prescriptions they abuse to aleve their conditions, without consent from a doctor or a physician, this is the world that I live in, I dont understand why no one will listen.
Why is it, we dont make, music like we used to anymore? are we the ones, running dry on, creativity? beneath the sun my heart keeps beating, and I wonder whats the meaning of my life, Am I to try to succeed, these questions always bothered me, or am I just to sit here, working through these thin years, till I waste away, turn to dust and erase the days Ive been here. sincerely yours, im just a human being, truth is im not used to seeing, myself in a different light, and It keeps me up all night, wondering, if it going to be alright. it might... it might.