SPACESHIP (What Am I Missing)

Rogue Spiritual - OutKast Southernplayalisticcadillacmuzic Freestyle


Yes, I Googled Spanish, so what? Still blessed by God/ 'cause he's turning the block and he might have something hidden/ It took me 10 years/ and I'm back on my feet again/ The Lord closed all those doors/ you were never my friends/ Coffee, and a cigarette alone to start the day/ I started drinking coffee late/ I wasn't early like Shawnte/ Tully. She was drinking coffee out of a baby bottle/ I was seven when I started/ It's still Latin, that's my motto/ The remix on the hook/ Because it's too long/ To put it in the title/ Plus I had to respect the actual song/ Shin Bones in my beans, same with the pumpkin/ And potatoes, more seasoning you know the vibes/ fuck a "fire quash"/ Catch Me In The Heights, Spanish Harlem, Right Up To Bushwick! Bed Study, Corona, Elmhurst I Bring The Whole Hood With! Wakefield, Come Along, Baychester, Gun Hill! Flatbush, East New York, Flatlands, And LeFrak! We Gonna Order Some Pasteles From The Plug! Up On 7D, Who Done Showed Us Mad Love! Coquitos On Deck, Bumping Some Afro Beats! Dembow, Get In The Cyph Either You Blazing, Or You In The Cut! Spitting Your 16's, And Venus Got The Bud! The Whole Block Lit This Is God's Work, Fuck A Club! Throw Some Money Off The Willis Ave Bride To Bless The Hub! And All Area, New York Got It Locked, We Give Pounds, And Dub! I'm Fake As Real Himself, I No Longer Do The Clubs! We Come In The Spot, And We Show Mad Love! The Devil Is A Lie, He Could Fuck You With No Glove! Which Is Why You Stay Prayed Up, Even If You're A Thug! I'm Up Drinking Coffee, Watching TV, And Scheming! Door Dash Next Week, Got Some Goals To Be Reaching! You Gon See Me With Some Artists, And They're Gonna Steal The Show! Cuchifritos, Ground Provision How We Show Up At The Doh! 

Hook: | Chuchfrito - Vision - Pyrex - Ground Provision Music! The Father We Need Him! Cuz The "Step Dad" Is Deceiving, It's On To! [Ni~i~ight!] |

Storytime:

I Grew Up Having Disdain For My Own People (PR), And Jamaican Men For All Of It (No Part Of Me Is Jamaican - I'm Black American, And Puerto Rican)! God Healed Me, As He Directed My Heat Towards The Jamaican DL Men, And Cry White Puerto Ricans All Along! By Water We Are Separated, However Together We Are One Nation Rivaling The Size Of Africa! 

Another Fun Fact:

Back In Highschool I Was Caught In The Mix Of A Diaspora Battleground, Where It Was Blacks Vs. Latinos, Light Vs. Dark, And Everything In Between! 

Diaspora War Decoded:

Faggots Beefing Over A Chiseled Nose, And Hair Texture! I'm Sorry To Tell Y'all, But There Could Only Be ONE Janet Jackson 💯💯💯 Just Like There Could Only Be ONE Michael Jackson 💯💯💯 So Good Luck On That, As God Deceived You All! Amen! Kids - Don't Trust Faggots Beefing!

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Rogue Spiritual - OutKast Southernplayalisticcadillacmuzic Freestyle

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Island Girl is here to heat up your summer!  This infectious Dancehall track brings you all the sunny vibes of the Caribbean with a pulsating rhythm and irresistible melodies. Get ready to move your body with this anthem to the Island Gyal!  by Lena Renee #islandgirl #dancehall #newmusic

Lena Renee - Island Girl

When the South does not understand how the North lives...
when the West does not listen to what the East says...
wars begin

The Ear of the South

A tropical island. 
After eating, getting drunk, 
A writer about monsters
He 'll write effervescent 
 A rustling wave
 A paper whim
 Pages of light falsehood
 Blown by the breeze...
In just a month people 
A warm country
He learns: what the north lives by, 
Read his dreams, 
Yawn: effortlessly
We've got them figured out!
 The organ of hearing
 For well-fed bodies, why, by God? 
 The Ear of the South – 
 One for everyone, on Van
Gogh's head.
Ear of the south, ear of the south, ear of the south, 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south, the ear of the south.

Taiga waves, 
Vast steppes – 
So much so that it already hurts! – 
Sung by tramps. 
 The whole life is in question, 
 In response to Miklukha
 The visit is coming to us
 High Ear. 
The next morning, people are on YouTube 
A warm country 
He will see: how the north lives, 
What are his dreams about,
Yawn: effortlessly 
We've got them figured out! 
 The organ of hearing 
 For well-fed bodies 
 Why, by God? 
 The Ear of the South – 
 One for everyone, on Van's head 
 Goga. 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south catches a blizzard, 
How an old woman multiplies rumors in the ear of the south. 

Late, autumn, 
To be uninvited, 
The wind is blowing 
Leaves of the past - 
 Look around, 
 Having drawn conclusions, 
 Revolutions 
 I'll bring out the damage:
Listen to the ancestors 
Instructions, 
And not caustic 
Exercises
 Foreign
Educators, 
 Those that we 
 Beaten off
In the old battles, 
But the defeated, 
So as not to be ashamed – 
We didn't hang up, 
 They didn 't, 
 Removing the weapon, 
 Then we lived 
 In complacency. 
And they are, 
Wounds cured, 
They got closer, 
Having made plans...
we grumble, 
 Don't let them touch us – 
 A hundred reasons for them,
And what's the result, huh?! – 

The troops found out 
On our borders – 
In summer, in breeches
Those who came to fight, 
 Yes, not even to fight,
But just to walk 
 Before the snow in the capital, 
 Waiting for capitulations.
In just a couple of weeks
A terrible war
The bravado has evaporated the hops 
From the other side:
About this power of theirs 
We were not informed.

The North is breathing, 
The East rises, 
The South has heard, 
The West fell silent. 
 The North is breathing, 
 The East rises, 
 The South has heard, 
 The West fell silent.
The North is breathing, 
The East rises, 
The South has heard, 
The West fell silent.
The North is breathing, 
 The East rises, 
 The South has heard, 
 The West fell silent... 

The organ of hearing 
At well-fed bodies, I noticed in alarm
The noise of devastation
But here's the joke: already at their doorstep! 
 The ear of the south to our sounds was 
 It was deaf
 Hit, bro, right in the ear,
In the ear of the south!

Ear of the south, ear of the south, ear of the south, 
The ear of the south, the ear of the south, catching a flop!..

© B H

Ухо Юга

В Н - Ухо Юга

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I started off reciting lyrics in the school lunchroom from Bone Thugs N Harmony, Twista & others. I remember not wanting to just rap their lyrics so I'd rap it as fast as I could to display my own talent. Around the age of 12 or 13 I started writing my own lyrics. At 14 I was incarcerated for assault & stolen vehicles as well as possession. During this time I continued to write & an artist by the name of Slim Shady would hit the radio opening the door to something I never thought possible. Once being released & returning home my father had a PC built with FL Studio 2.0 & Magix Recording Studio. I would immediately begin making my own beats & recording my first album titled "Lyrics of The Mind". With ten tracks total I was able to sell the CDs locally out of a friends car. Soon after that I started uploading music to the platform Soundclick under the name Smoothedoutproductions. You can find some of my earliest music there to this day but not the Lyrics of the mind album which I have no copies of. I have heard people say they were able to hold onto it themselves but I have not found one myself. Over the years following I continued to make music and you can find some of my other beats & songs on the sites Reverbnation & Beat stars under the name Smoovedoutproductions. My Life & the struggles that came with it which you will hear throughout "TheJournalz" album series was full of ups and downs and winding up with possessions charges & felony probation. Then I learned I would be a father. I moved out of my hometown & went to Springfield Missouri where I lived for five years working and taking care of my two boys. After moving back to my hometown and continuing to work and advancing my career & buying my first home,my world fell apart with me and my kids mom parting ways. I lost myself during that time & I lost everything and ended up homeless with nothing.During this time the songs "Savage Judgement" which you can find on YouTube & "Struggle Is Real" were recorded as well as countless other songs but once again Found myself incarcerated. After being released from incarceration I began to rebuild my life finding a new line of employment and the would be mother of my third child. After five years and re-buying the home I sold to a friend of mine once again everything fell apart and this is where the story is still being written. 

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