The Chee in Me” rides that rare space between street and stillness — where patience meets power.
Snake Puppy delivers a masterclass in control: steady drums, calm bass, and words that move like water through concrete.

The Chi in me

SEVEN - OtherSide

Dark Country Boom Bap 

(Dark Country Boom Bap: Declaration of Independence)[Beat creeps in like midnight fog off the Schuylkill—deep 808 thumps echo chamber walls, snare snaps sharp as a guillotine drop. Faded banjo twangs low and sinister, layered with outlaw slide guitar that wails like a widows lament. Gravel-voiced MC spits slow-fire bars, reverb thick as gunpowder smoke, building to a rebel roar.][Intro]
(Whispered over quill-scratch samples and distant clock chimes)
July Fourth, seventeen seventy-six...
Independence Hall, sweat-soaked and sealed.
Quill bleeds ink like a traitors vein—
We sign away kings, embrace the graves appeal.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Boom bap swells—gang hooks chant: Blood debt paid! Blood debt paid!)  [Verse 1: Grievances in the Gloom]
Quartered in our homes like ghosts in the night,
Redcoats racketeerin, squeezin us tight.
Stamp Act shakedown, tax on every breath,
Tea dumped in the harbor—drown the kings death.
Intolerable acts, petitions burned to ash,
We rise from the rye fields, light the rebel flash.
Jeffersons fever dream, words forged in fire,
Listin the sins of that Hanover liar.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our shores,
Sent swarms of officers to our back doors.
No more petitions to a deaf tyrants ear—
We cut the cord, let the empire fear.
Outlaw scribes, syndicate of the scorned,
Parchment pistol, cocked and adorned.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Guitar howls like a musket volley—snare rattles like rolling thunderheads.)  [Verse 2: The Signing Syndicate]
Sweltering chamber, candles flickerin low,
Fifty-six signatures, each a death row vow.
Adams arguin fierce, the firebrands bite,
Franklin smirkin sly, stealin the night.
Dickinson balks, but the dies been cast,
We etch our fate in the humid blast.
All men created equal—bold rebel lie,
But we spit it fierce under libertys sky.
Treasons the charge, the noose waits in the wings,
Families fracture on divided strings.
Yet we dip the quill, no tremor in hand,
Ghosts of the founders hauntin the land.
From Phillys bells to the frontiers edge,
We pledge our lives to the razors ledge.  [Bridge: Treasons Twilight]
Parchment unfurls like a funeral shroud,
Read from the steps, drawin the crowd.
King Georges spies in the shadows creep,
But the words ignite, runnin bone-deep.
We hold these truths in the devils bargain,
Pursuit of happines

Declaration of Independence

T'Von explores the world of rap storytelling with story of survival after witnessing a murder. Dealing with the paranoia of knowing he's being watched and hunted. Are you brave enough follow his story.  

A youtube prologue, for those who want a side story, click the link

https://youtube.com/shorts/I3wTnI8owRY?si=kSsYTl_57L4nZzV1

RedRum

I wrote the lyrics but used ai to turn it into a song

This Is My Life

Madre

MO1 - Baladam Karoo

lyrics:
Everyday i wake up and i put on these same damn clothes
Feel like it's way too cold in the winter for a man like me to grow
I
Get sick of gettin stuck in the past
Learned that when i was 10 years old
Used to be feelings dont last
But now they just always show
Baby just gimme some passion
Shawty we all the way grown
Just got off the phone with my dad
I told him i'm on the way home

Cause it's too cold in the winter
For a man like me to grow

Spend all my time
I waste some
Baby you mine
Just say sum
I know we tried
To make sum
We turned nothin to sum but now its just nothin again
We tried love but lust just got us here fuckin again
Lord forgive me im sorry
That ion do nun but sin
The devil been makin it hard
For me to feel good in my skin
Now im in the sky
I stay
Believe me im tryin
To change
It's this lane that im tryna create
But its harder to find my way
Cause the darkness live where i stay
And the shadows gone creep where i lay
And i promise im keepin the faith
But its just that

Its too cold in the winter
For a child like me to grow

Told my father i'm on the way home
It was fun it was quick to get old
I sit here feel this shit in my soul
That's why i play my cards
Never fold em
That's why i beat the odds
Cause ion know em
Place a bet on myself
Ion play poker
Momma if i die
Will you wait for me?
Cause it's been a while since i talked to you
My brothers got kids and they all grew
I swear i've been meanin to call you
But they don't got phone lines yet that go up there way in the sky
I'm just tryin not to cry

Cause its too cold in the winter
For a child like me to grow

im tryna grow (sira vendeur)

động lực nội sinh -Charles Ft.Tyruss (new edition)

My 1st project back in 2015. Originally released on Datpiff. Mostly produced by Pajama Sam & Ckeelay

Declaration of Independence

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