the beat switch @1:17 was unexpected & tight.. Your penmanship improved a lot my brother!

dope sound fam. give my song GUSTAVO a repost. Bless up.

DeadWrong (Complete)

Nothing's Changed

The Contract

Broken Promise

not alone prod. pyctur

without you (demo cover)

It’s been a long time waiting. 

Thank you to everyone who’s been around or tuning in now properly for the first time. It’s only right I give you this introductory EP as a gift in token of my appreciation, “before the RRRRR” !!!!

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Sixth Track On Old Day EP
DeadWrong

Lyrics -
Got me in the lions cage, I could be terrified but I'm not, I'm really brave, one wrong foot and hell I'll be in the grave, already got one foot in, now let me begin.

I've been killing it since I was like five years old listening to Em in the car, now who else like that did you know, I was born to be different cos no one else will, if I die in a rush just make sure you'll get in the will, the one that will get the most is the one paying for the funeral bill, got as many mills as a dead baker, yeah that means none, that's as weird a metaphor than Tom Baker getting fucked by nuns, now I'm here to perform and here to endure and here to make more and here to do chores and I'm here to show the effort needed, fuck that you need way more, a killer verse all I'm known for what the fuck is the point I wanna be more, at least as known as a million whores, there only known for the tits, I'm not even known for my hits, apparently I'm only known for being shit, I'm the king of this rap game where the fuck is my crown, hopefully ten years later I'll say look at me now, EP's are my heaven Demo's are my frown, now listen while I take you to a whole different town, I'm spazzing right now screw the milk I'm on cows, screw the future what you got right now, now don't fuck with the king why did you ever think you'd win?

Got me in the lions cage, I could be terrified but I'm not, I'm really brave, one wrong foot and hell I'll be in the grave, already got one foot in, now let me begin.

Brothers know brothers, Sisters know mothers, fathers don't know anyone they do what they want they think it's our fault, fuck that what more do you want, it's shit waiting on a plane, yeah that's what ya want, fuck hip hop this shits like a wrist watch, flimsy as hell, I know this ep is a saint but is it gonna sell probs not take a yacht or a boat to quite a hot country, then see me in a couple of years and see see what the game'll do to me me, this machine as got me lean gotta find a new nickname other than bean, this regime is kinda mean when you think about it, it's kinda hard to think about, ahh don't think about it. 

Got me in the lions cage, I could be terrified but I'm not, I'm really brave, one wrong foot and hell I'll be in the grave, already got one foot in, now let me begin.

One Foot In

Fifth Track On Old Day EP
DeadWrong

Lyrics - 
This is something to play in the future when I'm still walking around and looking through you, can you tell me why you thought winning was gonna happen to you, your face is numb I'll take a bite out I know I've got some sort of illness that I've got to find out, you can do anything see many things manually showing your eyes so much it's infinity, loads of choices that anyone can think of anything else you want you're at the brink of, think of all the possibilities we have in this land what you're choosing is really bland, what we could do is grand, would being crazy make you happy, don't lie It's already happening, I'm crazy as fuck call me a bit fucked up pour me another cup as another blogger tries to explain my life I'm just a bit fucked up, sober up now roll another blunt, I'm gonna wrap it up or rap enough for me to hit a scuff, any mother fucker gonna buy my song maybe not but I wouldn't expect them except those who know that my flow is life and love is all you need in order to bleed or maybe even in order to breathe you can't believe I held you while I couldn't see you nothing I could do but I will tell you that you could tell me that I swore to you that I'd believe in me Mr I've failed again, always a failure at keeping friends and songs, Good? No this time I'm dedicating this one to my friends who stayed who know they don't want to like me but still wanna play, bend words like metal bars people think writing is about chasing money and fancy cars, fancy dress is what you'd want, I'm a fancy mess is that what I'd want to say I am I'm definitely not because I tell you what I'm hurt by these accusations I'm accustomed to I'll wait till It's just us two when I could finally tell you how I feel I hate you, this is life I'm the real you, I'll finally show you the real power I can do, Achoo how romantic an achromatic is out of options and stuck with an alcoholic who doesn't seem to have self-esteem but doesn't care when on the liquor it's mean because who are you to tell me to worship these rappers who aren't shit was it worth it? I need a day the day today maybe quite old but at least an old day will be told and now you know the meaning of old day, I needed inspiration so I looked at my old self when I was younger I was a better person but now I've realised that growing was accustomed to the stupid shit I did drinking shots of vodka as a kid, maybe a better day is a few good years away then I could actually say, I'm proud of what I've done and who I've become and won't have to grab a loaded gun just to identify who's won, that'll be a good day one step away, kill the beat as I kill myself, not because of depression but more because of lack of wealth, anger management was ages away, calling this shit old day.

Old Day Interlude 2015

Fourth Track On Old Day EP
DeadWrong

Lyrics - 
Why do you try to find me in yourself, shouldn't you try to find you in this hell. X2 

I'm sold by the things you tell me, so sold I buy the things you tell me, why try rhymes within rhymes when you could just listen to a track of mine, they're quite divine, and I'm trying to find style now it's hard pal, whack head junkies turn the key to the city and make you feel free, pot heads won't be the death of me, but music will be the deaf of me, I can't not make a song, hearing a beat like this and not killing it seems wrong, ok ok stop that playing babe, all I want is to not cook dinner in the microwave going against me you're kinda brave, bitch behave.

Why do you try to find me in yourself, shouldn't you try to find you in this hell. x2 

Well I'm back again not to refrain but music these days is kinda plain, what are you saying, again I'm not playing, I want to slow down but I can't now, let's wile out be violent for a while now, find light in this trident with the hope I'm reclining stop the whining, visions have me winning, because I could close my eyes and imagine that there's a crowd of millions there waiting to hear me, and people are being shown to their mother fucking seats please, let this come true, Old Day, you have to wait for classic number two.

In This Hell

Second Track On Old Day EP
DeadWrong

Lyrics - 
Brother brother where's your mother, or rather rather where's your father, are you on your own, do you even have a home.

This is the kind of protection I wish I had, but sometimes thinking about it, I'm kinda glad, brother brother, why are you sad, I'm here now, I'll spit a rap, you'll say wow, jaw dropping lines in every one of my rhymes, enough about that how about the cruel cruel times, rhymes wont do anything about that, they'll be like, no one is listening to this twat, what's that about, what do I have to do to be noticed, shout, don't want to, am I allowed to be loud, load the boat in the same town, take one week off and I'm the man of the hour when I come back, I'm like, all I did was shat, out my mouth for twenty minutes, the lyrics are everyone's business, glad I'm back to spit this, shisnik, now I'm in this position to spit this for a minute and have you listen I'm winning, enough for these kids to quote choices and look at me like, yo you wrote this? 

Brother brother where's your mother, or rather rather where's your father, are you on your own, do you even have a home.

They say based on a true story, I say based on a true holiday, you say no way until I prove you wrong and turn that shit to yes way, all I want from life is someone to ask me, are you ok, and for me to be able to say yes, and not having to play this game, fuck that I play this game until my wrist is broken, going back to the game hadouken, going back to the start of life, it was chosen, when I was a baby and strived to make money, fuck you need it to live, although I think all you need to be rich is a roof over your head and water to drink, food to eat, a girl to keep you sane, or a guy if you swing that way, or a guy for a girl if you don't, I don't discriminate I just hope, that everyone forgets discrimination, and just listens to the music I'll blast through the inter-nation.

Brother brother where's your mother, or rather rather where's your father, are you on your own, do you even have a home.

Brother, Brother

First Track On Old Day EP
DeadWrong

Lyrics - 
This infinite energy this is my remedy, give me a prophecy swear down an elegy, don't believe in no spirit that's heavenly, just writing for the people that will bury me, I promised myself a legacy, there's no guarantee, but me being me will have some person out of everybody listening to this thank me, I need to cheer myself like Bansky, A beat drop can keep me on my toes but it only keeps you in your socks it keeps me to the rocks and I'll push till I'm signed to the roc, yeah that'll be great, but major American labels won't take a British kid filled with hate, how old are you like 8, No x2 minus 1 now add that up in your head that'll give me time to grab my gun, and now I've won, and I'm unsigned A songbird will sing till that statement is declined.

It's 100 to one that you win, tell me again how you expect to win, bloodstream full of gin, do you want me to repeat? Been doing this since I was a kid, What do I do with the enemies get rid.  Been doing this since I was a kid. Small fry killer, and I'm with ya. 

To paint a picture, a pretty one at least, you need a painter with a willing niece, that's how I feel about rap you need a willing beat to get you on your feet, hey let me say you need to retreat, for my last trick, I haven't done a trick, prick, this is my first trick.

It's 100 to one that you win, tell me again how you expect to win, bloodstream full of gin,  Been doing this since I was a kid, I was a kid 

Welcome to old day, hope you enjoy

The Odds Part 1: Old Day Intro

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