Lost (Chance The Rapper Ft. Noname Gypsy Cover)

Sunday Songs - Vol. 1 Song 3

Written and Performed by @Jayeprime
Produced by @Gosh-pith 
Mix/Mastered by @Gosh-pith
Artwork by Ellen Rutt 

SUNDAY SONGS
Sunday Songs is Assemble Sound's weekly collaborative release series. All songs are written/recorded at Assemble Sound; they must be touched by multiple artists and go through our community critique process.

This music is created independently in Detroit, MI.



Jaye Prime - Lucid (prod. Gosh Pith)

JSTMKY - Self Esteem Prod JSTMKY & Aiwass @ Lyrics Studio

COME DOWN (ft. Terrell Morris)

We Are...

Never - JID ( Remix)

Bonnie and Clyde

SALMA HAYEK

Remixed by Tadow (https://soundcloud.com/tadowmusic)

I'm feeling weak and dreary 
dealing with the evil near me 
dealing with the people here 
who think they're real, but really they're delusional 
as am I, I rap and I'm white, 
and the bay has not got behind an MC of my kind 
an MC who talks like he's got the answers to life 
I'm an arrogant fuck I guess 
Blame my mind 
Or blame my mother and father for fuckin' 
I care not I'm nothing 
And neither are you, honey, so your opinion is invalid to me 
I've learned to listen not to those who speak a lot 
'cuz dumb shit comes out they're mouth like 
their tongue don't teach them nothing 
Which it doesn't, you can't learn while you speakin' 
So stop talking like the world wants all that stupidity leaking through your teeth 
and over your tounge like a stream of dumb 
And I keep believing them 
I want to trust so bad, I eat lies like C-vitamins 
Ahh, see vitamins, 
I'm sick, if you'll survive this 
you've gotta eat your veggies and do your ecsericises 
Let's begin with a lesson 
Do you only listen to one genre? 
If you do, you're a closed minded dumb fuck and should be shot 
Another question 
Do you aspire to violence? 
If so, I'm gonna stab you five times to be ironic, and that's a promise 
I'm a prophet, fuck you if you say I'm not that, 
I can be whatever the fuck I want, and I see that you are still watching 
So get off me 
So get off me 
So get off me 

I'm the most talented rapper the bay has even seen 
after Mac Dre, he appeared to me in a dream 
and said, why after my death the whole bay just tried to copy me, 
tried to make money off my body while I was rotting, 
you got it, be you and do what you do that's what I did, 
and watch as everybody around you tries to copy it 
You'll live forever Kai, I swear it, 
Then poof, in the air, he disappeared and wasn't there 
like some Jedi shit, damn, 
Then I woke up, and saw biggie smalls down at the foot of 
my bed, and he said something like, 
"Legends aren't made, they're created. 
Play the game kid." Then he was gone like he came in, 
fast like some magic up in ebeniezers attic, 
Then boom 
Pac stepped in the room 
And he said, "You're a poet, and I know this rap shit's annoying, 
just remember hip-hop's a vehicle for the poem, 
if we didn't add the boom-bap track we'd be ignored 
so embrace it 
You're so hip-hop, kid 
face it, you know it 
Then poof, he was gone, and I wrote this

Mac Dre (Tadow Remix)

it's pronounced JUST MIKEY,  all beats produced by me.