These bitch's have the nerve to pry/ And ask what I actually do with my time/ Nigga, I sit high/ With too many thoughts going through my mind/ Distraction is a powerful thing/ It can actually feed the human need to produce meaning/ Hide in your dreams/ Pretend everything is actually what it's made out to be/ Believe in your entities/ Eventually you'll just be another deceased/ Free or don't free the weed/ It's still not going to stop me from fucking smoking/ Their concept of life is one grand facade of shit/ And excuse me if I'm trying my hardest not to be a part of it/ I hope, one day, these words will lead me to enough cheese/ So I can bow my head in defeat/ And finally fucking die in peace/ With enough weed and LSD/ To medically put me in a blissful dream/ And DMT, to hopefully, show my brain what it needs constantly/ I'm amazed that the only drugs I can ever be amused with/ Weren't even originally put on this planet by a mother-fucking human/ So I'll pop open the third-eye/ Couldn't care less what I'm doing with this life/ Just killing the time until I die/ To see if it was even worth the time/ Priorities are located at the back of my mind, shit/ Behind the urge to figure out what the meaning of life is/ And I can only hope I survive the storm/ Living life as far as possible from the norm/ But if I don't, I just hope you will see/ I was only trying to find a mind of pure peace/ So watch me smoke my mother-fucking life away/ More like dilute these bullshit ideals humans decided to make/
We need to take action Our skies are being poisoned If you hear otherwise those are big brother's lies Don't even let that noise in Hazardous substances like aluminum and arsenic are being sprayed out of airplanes We have to put up our guard quick Stay aware of your surroundings There isn't just chemicals in the sky dude They're in 'medicine', vaccines, the water and inside food What nerve it is to call the toxins in processed foods 'preservatives' And that's just the beginning of what's going on There's plenty more disturbances The medical industry: please They hand out pills that cover up symptoms instead of curing disease They give cancer patients chemo-'therapy' They want to keep people sick and their eyes closed to the true cures so they never see Television is a propaganda machine they use to try to sell you nonsense while you stare at the screen They want to desensitize you to what's really taking place It's time we restore the truths to our lives and stop these guys from making fakes
Heres my first track.. Bought a good mic finally. A blue yeti.. Give me some advice I know this shit aint perfect but its my first one.. Looking to improve from here.. What do ya'll think? https://soundcloud.com/bigelowrap/where Lyrics: Time is the one true essence, Each hour etched in my reflection, The lines grew longer to show the message, Keep testin testin, Testin, sift through each level of the reference, Blessin like a reverend, Searchin for the little bit of penance, penance Although I'll never been truly clean, I stood up just to lose the seat, Now they askin: who is he? who is he? who is he? Bitch im me, Study my face and then you'll see, The struggles Ive had with my own peace, Disown me, I have family, I dont have homies, No one controls me, The mind stays sharp, But somedays I'll write a 16 and tear it apart, Where do I start? where do I start, Where can I leave a mark, fear the dark, The way is unknown, Where will i go? Where will i go? where will i go? where will i go? The way is unknown where do I start, Where can I leave a mark, fear the dark, The way is unknown, Where will i go? Took many steps down this long winding road, buy some tickets to the show, Maybe then you'll know, then you'll know Its been too long, Maybe I'll get a fake psychic to read my palm, and tell me the what ive been waiting for all along, That my right is wrong, The fight is on, Better believe Im tryin to win, Pair up with the demons within, GO IN, and put a diamond ring on the hand of sin, The habits are damagin, Open the window to take a breath, Walk away from death and collect my debts, Start swimming up from the depths, The light shines through as I break the surface, It may be given but it felt like I earned it That one thing I should never be concerned with, So I stay focused on learnin, Gave up on burnin, At one time it was my only crutch, Till I looked at the wounds and I sow each up, I sow each up Where will I go? Somewhere only the future holds I watch it unfold I watch it unfold
Listen to Simplicity by Hippymal #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/dreadheadstuff/sets/simplicity
Haven't posted anything on here in awhile, almost a year. Lyrics are chopper as well, calculated at around 6 syllables a second Also all rhyme schemes are dropped on the clap Psychosis manipulate your mind/ Hannibal Lectar I'm Eating all these rhymes/ They runnin like a track meat they don't want beef/ Fuckin wit me be suicide when I bust the nine/ Rounds like heart disease spread it cause a heart attack/ Wrap corpses up I put em in a body bag/ Lack evidence ballistics negative I threw the gat/ No prison sentence shut the cells down like Alcatraz/ I'm unpredictable like Mother Nature Bitches you never know when Imma turn on the heater/ Catch hanas felonies fuck a misdemeanor/ Chopper rounds to the face rapid like Tecca Nina/ Heroin needles lethal keep em steady fiendin/ On the corner of the block so I gotta feed em/ 815 to the Chi no games no trick or treatin/ Down here it's drill time around holiday seasons/ Fuck wit me you know it's going down/ Supernatural when this shit shifts it lifts you off the ground/ High off loud got me in my zone test the flow get the chrome/ Popped 7 domes runnin for that touchdown/ Now you know gettin physical it's inadmissible/ A demonic possession a ritual for the foe/ Call me karma hauntin em like a ghost Im invisible/ Can feel my presence but I can't be touched I'm invincible/ Blindside rounds outta control they so critical/ Send these fuckin syllables delivered in the envelope/ Open it up like a jack in the box melody playin/ Get to dancin when the shots leave the glock/ Fuck the cops they ain't ever gonna catch me lackin/ Steady trapping money stacking got protection I be strappin/ I spit shit wicked it's an American horror story try to run up on me/ Like you want beef you just got that golden ticket for your own mourning/
Addicted to the money keep it ahunna like a Benjamin/ Verbally murder shit where's the case I do this wit a pen/ So dope Im flippin it profit from the bricks you purchasin/ Cop product checks Im bringing in/ Whip it hot cake factory's sweet that cinnamon/ Hustle by the muscle flexin like that bowflex/ Get my quap up motivated cashin out more checks/ Feasting thanksgiving dinners call it meal tickets/ Wit this paper do it major minds sets real digits/ Going hard I'm in the paint ballin like I'm NBA/ Animal I can't be tamed ethanol I'll bring the flame/ Spit the game I spit it tight like prescription pills I split it right/ In the trap house catching contacts blowin smoke so I'm takin flight/ And I'm/ Gamble play the lotto finna place my bet/ Addicted to the guap-o chasing after checks/ Get the hundreds full of bank rolls check my tempo/ I'm In tune with the pesos keys of pianos/ Home invasions with a pistol call me robbin hoods/ Got blocks under construction Wordsmiths splittin woods/ Splinters in my hands stitches from hooks so critical/ Like million dollar baby won't stop till I'm spillin blood/ Heavyweight y'all anorexic step in the ring test your academics/ Put you under like anesthetics operations like certified medics/ Skills add up like mathematics in the rap game I'm bout that action/ They don't want that they don't want that/ They don't want that full automatic/
New!! Listen to Planet Six-SixtySix(prod. IGNORVNCE) by Hippymal #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/dreadheadstuff/planet-six-sixtysixprod-ignorvnce
Reveal the evil deeds they use through mass manipulation Like spyin on us by reading through all our conversations Then Framin those against em through all their legislation's Controlling us like puppets with their rules and regulations Slowly stripping rights to achieve world domination Agenda 21 a new world order aint a soul can save us Every new election the president get's a facelift And we just the tool they use for their corrupt operations Its clear to see celebrities do more for humanity Political puppets elected to void the vacant seat Sitting on wealth that masses breed wish my eyes couldnt see And my ears couldn't hear the pleas Of families fighting to eat While they steady feast ingnoring the reality That ties them to their lives of luxury Wish I could pull the plug so they can see what it really means To have no means have no food shelter or security Maybe then they'd change the policy I'm sick and tired of the piracy
In many ways you can say that I'm turnt too many shots hit my head mixed with ganj it's the worst best off it's the best high put your money get a hundred stacks reach the roof till your running max gunning mr cunningham running with your crystal glass of rum in hand fumbling with the money scams fuck your hundred grams this games a wrap double tap weighted cause im faded off these false implications caused your best ultimatum pending when I alternate them then you wonder why who am I, not that other guy Just the best alternation observation robs you blind when you test your occupation cost of waiting for a good job tests your fucking patience and I'm sick of fucking waiting just to get an affirmation of a good career so sincere looky what we're having here Have a glass to cheer to that and break the fucking atmosphere, back to back this and that Im glad to fucking have you here.
My brain is full of aerosol these contents under pressure stressing on the month of winter summer spring and autumn pressing on with caution cost of rent is caustic on my wallet this is coming to a halt like severed heads, clever with the way I write my letters wrists are tethered in against my pen I guess this isnt heavens gift I'll kick it for the hell of it, even if this elephants benevolent I'll never quit no second sentiment a mental instrumental settlement inside my cerebellum this ol fellow wellows since no hello mellows jelousy for never being better than I've ever been, scheming on a recipe my dream will carry on inside my crystal brain imagination I remain a plastic painting hanging and forever waiting for the days that I was saying rap deserves a better patron minding mine im escalating hi im high a mental patient causing crimes for entertainment.
sorry if im crossing the line i got alot on my mind best that im jottin a rhyme insteada caught in a crime thats why i feel sick, nigga thats some real shit reason every girl ive met has found me hard to deal with sorry that you got your problems bitch like i dont got my own my bank accounts wont change amounts until the day i sign a loan and dont forget my family, who constantly are mad at me tell me life is passin me, im livin in a fantasy the kinda guy who might arrive too high to keep his nine to five i know that i should find a ride but fuck it man im fine to drive impairin my thoughts, with all these heroin shots thats why my heads up in the clouds and i aint scared to get caught
I told these nigggas its due or die/ Dont rule it a homicide/ If i just survived and i/ Am doin it double time/ For my homies on the grind/ Envisioning columbine/ But i never shot a 9/ Just listen to me/ Im killer with it/ The slickest a blacker honda civic/ With a pack a swishers/ A pack a skittles/ Im high u get it/ Am i descendin/ From out the heavens/ Without permission/ Markin my attendance/ im late but earliest to sin it/ Mixed emotions/ Got me hopin/ That i see the endin/ Everyone can celebrate the life that i was given/ So what you cry about you actin like a little bitch/ And this aint even on my final form im on that frieza shit/ You best to get to runnin now/ Ya time comin now/ You hear the thunder sound/ On the side of other towns/ Similar to raiden/ All this ganja for the takin/ You respect the congregation/ Why u fakin/ Gotta learn some patience/ Take a breather/ Now im boutta teach ya/ The influence in that plays inside these speakers/ When the real are treated like diseases/ And every other rapper sound the same oh fucking jesus/ Its all a comedy and i cant even crack a smile/ See this what happens when you give an inch a fuckin mile/ Im On my porch rehersin puffin on a black and mild/ The picture paints a vivid sound/ I bet you wonder how/ I told these niggas i dont exist/ My life is an acid trip/ Where i just kick and shit/ Just light up another spliff/ The almight concsious kid/ You niggas cant topple this/ Its a fact of the oppositte/ My chakras lit/ So understand that im comin With both guns dumpin/ And your assumptions insurin ya life and health coverage/ See i can do it and keep doin it til its over/ With a broken shoulder/ Constrictin these snakes just like a boa/
Every line must be perfection If not then erase it Make the correction Because this is a reflection Of your emotion A collection Of your memories As your life changes And takes a 180 degree rotation Call it an obsession Word play is my foreplay I call it an asfyxiation Take me outta my mind Into disorientation Take me outta my mind As I start the surgery I dissect each line To make sure it's mine gotta stay ahead And never fall behind I'll be doing this shit until I'm dead
I looked at my wrist as I watched the time pass by, time pass by, time pass by. And as the minutes diminished and faded to a darker cascade, then sparks flew, then sparks flew, then sparks flew, then sparks flew. the sand from the hourglass fell loud with a downward crash and amounted from that was nothing, but me observing my life, but only to find, that life goes on and on, you can do no wrong if your honest and haunted by choices, decisions, that little voice in your head, giving you directions whenever you get stumped once an again, And if it wasn't for him, I'd be at the bottom of this bottle drunk, with a gun up to my head pointed straight up to my cranium, Hopefully my brain will never feel the pain from this titanium when the pin goes off And I flinch to winch me from this stable humm.
Let's make a slave (pt.1) Shit these niggas getting outta control/ dumb mutherfuckas better sell us they soul/ we need to keep these niggas in check/ I got a few ways we can contribute to that/ First, make sure these niggas hate each other/ lets give em the heat n watch em bake each other/ if they from the same street, make them hate a color/ if they kill one of the made ones, we'll make another/ Give the select few a view, luxury and great money/ sell them a lifestyle that they'll die for/ shit u gotta spend money to make money/ sell them dreams they'll commit a crime for/ next, have them start some fights, give them guns to spark n light/ make them beef over dark n light/ finally feed them something more precise/ get some tattoos, some big booty bitches/ shoes and fitteds, pools full of riches/ lyrics a message implying u can get it/ if u choose to live it, these fools is finished/
https://soundcloud.com/cmf-slayer/the-end I'm seeing the end before my eyes, or maybe the beginning I'm lost in my mind, i can't tell who is winning My left and right shoulder both invaded by the demons I guess I'll find out since I'm sippin this weekend end before my eyes, or maybe the beginning I'm lost in my mind, i can't tell who is winning My left and right shoulder both invaded by the demons I guess I'll find out since I'm sippin this weekend lost hope when I was just a kid my mom told me I stopped smiling when I 6 the alcohol and my father made me lose all sense but i aint trippin, Cuz of drugs, I don't remember shit And I get fucked up, and I get fuckin faded I aint glorifying drugs, it's just how i made it You think I want to sell xanax? naw i'd rather take it but gastroenterologist said I wouldnt make it ... he said i wouldn't make it so I dropped the hard shit, cuz i'm tryinna play it the game of life will make us all a little crazy maybe that's just how I was raised, but who'll save me? ahhh,.... I guess I'll save myself every gun i've ever rapped about is on my shelf and every drug I've ever taken I just piss it out and every suicidal thought I had I beat it down end before my eyes, or maybe the beginning I'm lost in my mind, i can't tell who is winning My left and right shoulder both invaded by the demons I guess I'll find out since I'm sippin this weekend (x3)
I think you can rarely find me without a word to spit Been medicating like i was a herbalist Take a swig or two maybe a few,Just trying to purge a bit grab the keys, i leave and soon I start to swerve a bit Call my girl tell her I'ma show her what a pervert is I can't even mention all the company's i'm merging with I rap like i got to show off my assertiveness Thats a sweet rack, yeah i call her sugar tits my cocaine make them boogers flip, sure as shit If it cost to be the boss lord consider me bankrupt Lifes short, I fast ball, I will never change up Competitions stiff and I always keep two legs up Me and my girl like a jail fight, thats a quick break up So sick boi i cover the mic in my bacteria All black interior, Drop bombs why so Syria My raps inferior, and ya boo's so curious to experiment cuz this kids fresh as spearmint, Acid the Magician disappear and than appear again.
Here's the lyrics for a song I wrote about my dickhead brother-in-law: This is an anthem for The biggest douchebag that I've ever known He looks like a cross between A human carrot and a stupid garden gnome As much as I'd love to kick his ass I promised mom and dad That Colin Gets a pass He married my sister Which means he was obviously smoking crack When he was in college I want my old Propagandhi records back Shitty Mexican brick weed Helped that moron plant the seeds Of his idiotic, stupid yuppie life (Chorus) He preaches the left, but he plays for the right And I bet his wife bends him over at night Believe it or not, I feel bad That he's gotta wake up next to that So Colin Gets another pass (Bridge) But everything he does is for the wife and kids Which is the reason why I haven't murdered him Imagine how much it has to suck To be such a miserable, self-conflicted, hypocritical fat fuck Colin Gets another pass (I bet his wife bends him over at night) Song can be heard here: https://www.reverbnation.com/jaydean3