GenericArtist covers

A lot of these songs are rough demos I made when tinkering on my guitar none I wrote just free flow lyrics and playing notes, I think sound good with them

Underproduced and Underpaid

Daniel Johnston song covers

NO RESURECTION EP

FILM REEL

TIME

LOST WORDS

Daniel Johnston - Honey I Sure Miss You cover

THE NIGHT WE MET COVER

Not just another face Intro- modern baseball cover

Jesus dont want me for a sunbeam - Nirvana Cover

HOW IT GOES

NOT BIG THIEF COVER

STORY OF A ARTIST COVER

DIRTY OLD TOWN COVER

THERE GOES

Sunfade

Breathe

goodbye

Haunt you

Daniel Johnston - Life in Vain cover

Daniel Johnston - True love will find you in the end Cover

Big Thief - Not Cover

Boom Boom

[Verse 1]
A day without you
Is all I can take
Another day
Another mistake
A day without you
Is all I can live
Another day goes by
I give it all up
because your not here 


[Chorus]
to step in 
You step in

[Verse 2]
A day without you
Is all I can take
Another day
Another mistake
A day without you
There's nothing new
The same old town
The same old blues

[Instrumental]
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)

[Chorus]
A day without you
Is all I can take
please take the pain
Away, away, away
Away

[Bridge]
(Away)
(Away)
Saw you standing there I thought I recognized you But all I can see
is the soul you use to be.

[Outro]
And your eyes shining as bright as the moon 
Without you
A day without you
Is all I can take
Another day
Another mistake
So now you're gone
You left me cold
Standing out here alone
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a day without you

sunfade

idea of you

spiders on my wall

Revolution Two number 9s and a large SODA

[Intro / Spoken]
So yeah, you guys like those bangers?
Well I got something special up next.
It’s called “Rhyme in Prime.”
Let’s go.

[Verse 1]

Yo, I’m Mr Rhyme,
You rappers looking at your watch like it’s dinner time
You have been lyrically fed,
You a decapitated talking head from our last battle

I don’t know why I try, it’s not worth the hassle
You so-called MCs are bred like cattle
I’m a bad apple, no snaking,
But my rhymes do rattle

Picking your ass up off the floor,
It’s like you been tackled
You delusional, don’t make me get the paddle
Look up, you staring at my barrel
Picking shrapnel from the flesh and broken bone

ET call home, but no home for you
I’ll let you freestyle when I smoke a zoot
Anything is better than
Looking at you.

[Bridge]

Yo, I’m Mr Rhyme —
Yeah, I came back this time
Dead mate, always fed mate,
Bars stay sharp, never bedtime

Buried once, now I reanimate
Grave dirt stuck to the mic plate
You ain’t built for this headspace
I rhyme in prime — check the time, mate

[Verse 2]

But now you talking shit has resurrected me
For the next battle, dead mate is back in the saddle
Equipped — my microphone chainsaw
That rips loud and rips raw

Let’s get to war
For the next MC that pleads to me
I’ll leave them bleeding in the street

Guess you came back for more
Swear you would be sore
From all the lyrical throat-fucking that went down before
Get you exiled from this town some more clown

I clear the dust from the rap crown
No resurrection this time.

[Verse 3]

Refueled microphone,
The way I’m ripping through these bodies
Is like it’s fresh meat to diss on the beat

Lyrically, spiritually, you can never compete
Your parents bred in defeat
To make failed MCs like you

I would’ve offed myself
With the umbilical noose
You need to stop clenching and let loose
You were born to lose

Heartbreaking, I’m out here baking you a treat
You been cooked in defeat
You can never compete, complete
Your bars are weak

Put me to sleep.

[Verse 4]

But yeah, fuck that,
I just float onto the sound of the snare
You look at me wrong,
Let me introduce you to the electric chair

I know, right? Shocking
But I’m a master
Hip-hopping from one verse to the other
Undercover flow that pays these bills

Straight from the underground,
Your ass hits the ground
Because it’s a fight club
Get mugged, stabbed and shot

Open the third eye from the third-eye slot
The way these words move next to each other
Don’t get it twisted

Get a blister in the heat, kid
Jumbled-up words flow
Gotta pull out the plug from the drain

Watch the rap drain away
From the state that is today
Will fade slowly — holy moly
This rap flow so sick.

[Verse 5]

Spitting true facts, that’s all I do
Thinking I should retire soon
Monsoon comes along and hums a tune

Battle war cry, your tomb will come soon
But nah, fuck that —
Who will bring the lyrical structure?

Bend over, I’ma fuck ya
When I walk into frame
I bring the thunder

Lightning Raiden style
That will shock ya
Electrocute your brain
Watch your eyes melt wild

I was born from the sewer, call me Master Splinter
You just a squinter
That can’t see past the racks in your bank account

You should take account and shut your mouth
Or you be buried down south
Have a cotton mouth when I’m done with you

You going down in sin with a bloody chin
Better call your kin
They be asking where you been

You can go cry to them,
Say you put up a fight
But really you just Bought a knife to a gun fight 
you stuck yourself 

Whilst I’ll just smoke on by.

Yo, I’m Mr Rhyme —
Yeah, I came back this time
Dead mate, always fed mate,
Bars stay sharp, never bedtime

Buried once, now I reanimate
Grave dirt stuck to the mic plate
You ain’t built for this headspace
I rhyme in prime — check the time, mate
its over

RHYME IN PRIME

DEAD MATE, FED MATE

by DEADM8

[Hook]

Dead mate, fed mate
You’re already in dread, mate
See the red tape, man, it’s too late
For you

Never will lose, always above my head, mate
Stuck in the clouds when I rap, crowd goes loud
Like the shit that I smoke, already had five tokes
Sky hit hotter than a fresh apple pie
Never say die
I fly high

[Verse 1]

But that’s okay, because hate is water off back
Wash the words away
Water so cold it’ll skin your nose
Verses so sick, need that COVID stick

You trying to measure up to me,
Need a bigger measuring stick
Rhymes so slick, put that shit on tick
Come back later and beat you up with a walking stick

I’m still walking straight
If Satan swallows me whole,
I walk out of Hell’s gate still baked

People screaming “hold the brakes,”
But I’m never stopping
Still bebop-bopping, hi-fi banging

Snatch the crown that’s flying around lately
Still I do it greatly, like all the greats
Blocking out the hate, but I need that shit to fuel the rage
Time to flip the page

[Verse 2]

I’m not going all trendy with my rap flows
I keep stone-cold icicles that form
I’m stunner — I took the mic away
Before you could speak, that’s a bummer

When I rap, it’s a red-hot summer like Mars
Total Recall — your bars need a recall
Your bars are defective, I still leave the place hectic

So electric, like I just scored a hat-trick
Now for my next trick,
Make the whole rap scene disappear

Then reappear with my lyrical influence
This year

[Verse 3]

Oh, what near miss
Pick up the mic if you can catch me
If you can, I’m Leonardo still spitting these bars

You just a stick-up man
I’m cashing these blank cheques
Hoping this shit don’t bounce

When I bring it like House of Pain
I jump around to the sound
I’m surrounded by people I don’t like or respect

That’s why I always check both ways
Before crossing the street
Hoping I don’t meet the people who criticize me

Because I don’t think I could control myself
Would spit wild verses too
I can analyze you in thirty seconds

And make a rap about you
And the shit that you don’t do
Whilst I’m dripping in a suit

You still choking on that lyrical noose
The only way to stop it
Is to find some words and muster courage

You cowardly dog
Show you got some bite
You just barking up the wrong tree

If you think you can step to me
Best get to stepping
Before we make a scene

And I’m the director
You just an extra
That no one paid to see.

🎤 DEADM8, FED MATE

MICROPHONE CHAINSAW

by DEADM8
(Final version with added section)

[Intro / Spoken]

Mic check.
Chainsaw ready.

[Verse 1]

I’ve been compared to Dahmer, Manson and Freddy,
But I ash these out —
These words that come out my mouth
Leave most in doubt, I’m not playing about

This is child’s play, things about to get bloody
In my black Timbs and black hoodie
Shit gets muddy when I’m out in the woods
Chopping up bodies

Trying to find the Book of the Dead
Not become a Deadite, but I’m dead mate already
In and out, not trying to look back at my past
Just trying to find the next exit before I run out of gas

[Verse 2]

But yeah, that’s right, you better believe the hype, man
I appear like Batman, hook you up so you hang, man
This is the night that DEADM8 makes a name

Don’t pass the blame, pass the joint instead
When I chill with the dead mate

My chainsaw microphone rips raw
Through every sore I explore
Bloody vengeance, that’s how I get my name

Still dead, still insane
That’s how I got my name
Kinda my claim to fame

You cling to drains, you a sewer rat
That tries to fight back but infects himself
With the black plague — you just got played

[Verse 3 – Necronomicon Section]

I have found the Necronomicon, read the pages, I’m confused
Flesh-bound skin and broken tooth
Read the words — these are obscene
Well, these are just the lyrics to the No Resurrection EP

I read the words out loud, looked around, nothing happened
Because I’m already dead mate — it makes sense now
My flows kill the whole rap game, wow
Guess I’ll channel dead MCs instead

I resurrect the flow of MF DOOM, 2Pac and Biggie
The flow so sick, you not ready
You should be ready to die

I hit ’em up and stab them in the eye
All eyes on me, flesh, blood and bile
You see, I’ll put you in the meat grinder
Grounded-up meat, make you into hoe cakes

The ground shakes — it’s DOOMSDAY.

[Verse 4 / Outro]

You know, you kinda remind me of the clown
You used to sewer — that’s why you don’t drown
You just joke around

Let’s see who’s joking
When I put you in the ground and pound
You are bits and pieces now

Flesh ripped apart, a spirit that don’t know when to leave
In the afterlife, I’d kill you again and watch you bleed

Ah shit, my chainsaw has run out of fuel
I’ll be back next time to kill the world.

“MICROPHONE CHAINSAW”

[Intro – Spoken]
No stage.
No crowd.
No industry.
[Verse 1]
I’ve came back for a reason,
And that’s to spread wordplay through the rest of the days
Still the Earth is spinning, caught in 4K god rays
Today was a good day
It’s even better when you’re in dire straits
Doing the walk of life stuck on replay
A player in a match that you never wanted to play
You gotta win the same game
Or be seen as someone who’s less — a renegade
Blow myself up with a live grenade
Shrapnel that flies gets stuck in your brain
Lobotomised, drained away
Until your memories stick-drift away
[Spoken Refrain]
No resurrection.
Only discipline.
Making your mind spin.
[Verse 2]
Call me Tyler, I insert myself into the rap game
Frame by frame
Need to put my rap verses on the wall for the world to see
Burn the world down with me
Sirens roar loud with me
People say I’m away with the Pixies
I do it so sickly, strictly
I’m the best in my prime
No resurrection inclined
Wait — I forgot to say,
Where is my mind?
It’s the blind leading the blind most of the time, spitting in grime
When it should be 20/20 hindsight
I’m into getting in mind fights
Feeling like X-Men, scribble your name out
With the ink that leaves the pen
Losing my mind again, stuck in a time loop
Amend the broken cycle
British-American psycho
Burn the film reels, gotta return some video tapes
Don’t even know what’s real
Still waiting for the better days to come
Take me away from this place
Until then I guess it’s back to the rat race
Going at snail’s pace
Egg on your face, need to escape this place
Win the race, time to brace for impact
[Spoken Refrain]
No resurrection.
Only discipline.
Making your mind spin.
[Verse 3]
Rule number one when it comes to creating bars
Mask the scars by taking back the verses
When rapped, it creates curses
What’s that sound? It’s the hearses
Coming in, lightning struck twice again
The electrical current charges when I spit hard
That feeds through these bones
Feeling like Frankenstein, bolts in my skull
The way I’m putting these verses, pieces back together
Need to write a thesis on this, this shit clever
Rap skills that pay the bills
No fire drills, just cheap thrills
It’s sending chills down your spine
Be kind, rewind
To the start of the tape
The static shock from the VHS TV days
To the start of the rap mindscape
Press play.
[Verse 4]
You know I still fight through the pain
Still thinking, am I the one who’s sane?
Rain drips down the window pane
See my own reflection, no deflection
Just resurrection
Not thinking presidential
Fuck all the elections
The illusion of choice
In a world that needs a cough sweet
Because they’ve lost its voice
Just stuck in the void
Feeling somewhat paranoid
Of the future, present and past
Still looking at this notepad
On multiple drafts
It’s the itch you can’t scratch
All you get is a rash
A little bit of cash
A few cheap laughs
Improve my craft
Whilst the MCs stuck in the past.
[Outro – Spoken]
No resurrection.
Only discipline.
Burn the world down with me.
Where is my mind with me?

FIGHT CLUB GOSPEL

Still here.
Still fed.

[Hook]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

Refueled, never stressed
Heavy steps, light chest
No resurrection
Just progress

[Verse 1]

I don’t need to snake, but rhymes do still rattle
Attack, never talking back, smacked with the taste of truth
I’m the flea on your back, that itch you can’t scratch

You escaping down the hatch, this was just a clash
That’s it — game, set, match
Broken back, watching the wins stack up
Losses rack up for you, still spitting the truth

No, don’t do that, let go of the lyrical noose
I’ll give you a time-out
Need another career route
Be wise or you’ll be foaming at the mouth

I reflect — still here, still up to my neck
With the things I can’t control
If the world was mine, I would have it all

You gotta learn to crawl before you walk
Then run, then fly
Still out here saying “never say die”

That’s right, I’m kind of goonie
They try to lock me up for acting all Looney Tooney
I just create Looney Tunes to bump to
When you’re having the blues

Here’s a clue to find your way through the dark
All you need is this lyrical spark
That ignites when I spit with my last dying breath

I’ve been breaking bad,
But I’m not cooking meth, bitch!

[Hook]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

Refueled, never stressed
Heavy steps, light chest
No resurrection
Just progress

[Verse 2]

So that’s life, as Sinatra would say
Line my years up and watch the rest fade away
Like the days of our youth, still spitting circles
Still living proof

That you don’t need to get famous to rap big and rap hard
I’d rather be myself than lose my mind behind bars

Gotta have some kind of grip on reality
Before the plane shifts and all that I’m facing
Is different versions of me

Dark shadows of twisted mind states
Disformed faces, looking around, not seeing these places
My words explore different realities
Misplaced words in another state of mind

Lines and bars not fitting in this time
Should be a crime
Not looking forward to another version of me
Deadly, grinning at me now, the room spinning with me

But you see, I defect that version of me
I bring the heat, words turn into gun
Leave you blind in a heap, learning to see what I see

Lyrical assassin when I’m holding this pen
It was divine intervention again
You wish you could create an invention
To go back to the start

But no time travel for you
Scratching at my cellar door
Leave you alone in the dark, Donnie
You don’t even get my lyrical spark.

[Hook – Final]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

[Outro – Spoken]

No shortcuts.
Just time.

REFUELED

DEADM8 — No Resurrection

[Intro – Spoken]

This isn’t a comeback.
It’s the end of the cycle.

[Verse]

No resurrection, Halloween Michael
People tell me to take a hike though
I’m out here flying my kite, ho
Made some tunes that made you feel psycho

No Norman Bates, my rap flow’s up for debate though
Fuck all this shit, it’s the end of the cycle

Nothing left to revive
When I rap, you break out in hives
I hate to tell you “I told you so,” but
That’s all I had to say

My lyrics like a bomb, just tick, tick, boom
Blow you away
I block out the hate like child abuse
Time to put the brakes on the cycle
Retire my lyrical noose

But we still spinning around headless
Okay, OJ, because the juice is loose
I’ll be seeing you through time to 1994
Where so many lyrical geniuses
Stood where I stand before you

Never trying to bore you
No glory hole, you just spitting true facts
Making a few stacks
Clearing up the lyrical stain
For the disdain that the rap game gets
For existing today

[Spoken Outro]

So this is it — the end of the EP.
Thanks for sitting and chilling with me.

Warmed you up ’cause I bring the heat,
Not like most sheep in wolf clothing.

I’m still out here hoverboarding above the hate,
Deflect that shit back to Hell’s gate.

Echoes in the rusty cage,
Like a caged-up animal, my word flow’s overflowing.
This shit will get you going.

Oh shit — hope my rap flow’s not overflowing.
Guess I should get going.

No resurrection in your mind.
No resurrection this time.

🎧 NO RESURRECTION (OUTRO)

DeadM8

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