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NevaEnd - High Life (Soulful Epic Underground Trap Rap Beat Hip Hop Instrumental 2016)

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NevaEnd - High Life (Soulful Epic Underground Trap Rap Beat Hip Hop Instrumental 2016)

Single - March 6th, 2017
Production by Young Caffeine
All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Mixed by Nubia

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MEDICINE [Prod. Young Caffeine]

CHECK OUT DAHM HERE : https://soundcloud.com/dahm-the-rapper

Cover Art Was Created By Me

WAHT

I Know ft. Dahm (Prod. Meltycanon)

Wrote/recorded/mixed & mastered in day. Something quick. I ain't got no one to please...

Heard my girl wanna talk - now I got a bit of dough,
said her parents love me, they just wanna know me a little bit more.
So I look to the window,
it's open; I gotta get rid of this phone (Whooooosh!).
Out to the floor, let it go; smash down like my drink on the floor.
I be moving unpredictable,
cuban cigar underwater in swimming pools.
They say the dead can not walk, well I'm living proof,
panda patches under eyes; only out when I'm in the moon.
Sleep is a myth, it don't even exist;
and the reason I think this is evil within.
It's a demon I bring; out & about but I'm dealing with it.
Putting my head on a pillow & dreaming of sleep
but I can't cos it's speaking to me.
At the point now where I'm wondering if it's me 
in my own head or a demon in me.

I don't give a damn, 
you was never even there bitch.
I just stick to plans
and I'm never watching their shit.
No0o00oo
You was never even there when I needed you.

I'ma young vet who gets love when
I drop tracks cos I write until the sun sets.
Scribble with a ink that's blood-red,
you really wanna come & get it? Get spun next.
I've got - white skin but my lungs got melanin,
not dressed in skin-tight looking feminine.
Might swing when I'm running on adrenaline,
big mouth; dropping shit above like a pelican.
I do not give a damn about a sensitive bitch
trying to question my penmanship.
Say what I want, when I want, where I want;
you gotta know me to know what my intention is.
I ain't got no-one to please;
this is only for me - since there was holes in my jeans.
And now that they know I got cream,
all of a sudden they wanna roll with me...

Never Even There

I know this song is short. I just wanted to keep it simple. 

Prod. By: https://soundcloud.com/prodleftfield

Cover Art By: https://soundcloud.com/tumabeats



//Lyrics//

Drowning in the static of my own mind,
but its filled with the worth of gold mine,
sitting picking my brain like a vulture would
lying dead on the streets with a M9,
 
the gods and the devils sit right on my shoulders
they talk and they talk and they never shut up,
contradiction in the human form,
everyday i feel like i am in a rut
 
I snap at my friends like a turtle's kneck
when it's pissed off and dont give a fuck
im bottled up with my emotions,
just know that im very uncomfortable showing love
 
If they made clone of me, we wouldn't be friends
I deal with enough of myself, i don't more stress
 
dissecting my thoughts like my mom did to frogs back in highschool
self love non existent, im hard on myself because im cruel

Drowning In The Static (Prod. LeftField)

Recorded at the Garage Studios in South Shields on 12/04/18. Mixed & mastered by Kyle Martin.

Lyrics:

The woes of a protagonist in city streets,
grey structures exclusively packing philistines.
Just because I'm not a rapper queuing to announce
how I've got this active plan to turn this Q into an ounce.
They're so pretentious - diarrhoea from their two lips,
is it cos they lick it off or spit it to get views quick?
And you can get to stepping if the shoe fits -
spitting black culture while obsessing over new whips.
I stand composed as they stand before us so braggadocious;
Instagram'ing attractive poses while having doses.
Kissing death with your halitosis, I cannot support it;
Orwell to mass hypnosis composing this magnum opus.
Cold as the homeless sleeping in snow;
an elite with the flow, incapable of reaching a plateau.
And the deeper I go I seem to be receiving support,
but there's still some people that want me to not be breathing at all.

So I don't care they're undermining my ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.
Don't care they're undermining my ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.

Selling the vision of self-sufficiency,
while they're selling division; I sense the misery.
And if you died today would you be left with any dignity?
Read my words to see I never said it cryptically.
Tryna under-promise but over-deliver,
always come with something honest to show that I differ.
While they're struggling with politics over a river
I just wanna build a bridge of culture to part with the bitter.
Examine screens of the TV to re-enact the scenes
as plasticine gangsters roll in hoods just like Assassin's Creed.
We see the casualities and act like it's a tragedy,
then plant the seeds in our seed to pass on the brutalities.
But I'm just a Pac in a Suge's body,
I should probably stop rapping and pack-in this dumb hobby.
It's like being back at school; all the answers you took from me,
but the knowledge I possess is just something you couldn't copy.

I don't care they're undermining our ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.
Don't care they're undermining our ability,
they're pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.

Magnum Opus

Recorded at The Garage Studios in South Shields. Mixed & mastered by Kyle Martin & produced by TKAY - https://twitter.com/tkayproducer

All my lucid dreams turn to movie scenes;
celebrations 'fore I wake up for the eulogy.
Bruising knees & burning buddha leaf upon a nudist beach
where beautiful bad & boujee bitches live for seducing me.
Immunity - from consequences of acting brutally,
communities - barbecuing rappers in their Gucci tee's.
If there's no lighter, over the flame is where the zoot'll be,
smoking grass greener than their necks under the jewellery.
On that stardawg til I'm trapanese,
no stop & search for attire by the fashion police.
No getting frisked since a kid for this plant I need,
& doing bids while pigs have my spliffs sitting on Chris Hansen's seat.
Where no padded cells perverse my view,
still printing nightmares in every verse that I do.
Then I wake up feeling lower than my bird's IQ,
so I gotta get so high I got a birds eye view.

I'm just tryna turn my life into my dreams,
can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.
Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.

I'm just tryna make reality of every dream I've ever thought,
knowing that my name'll get love when it's set in stone.
Everyday tomorrow feels like it was years ago,
visualising this future that I will never know.
Still resenting facts that a lesser talent's where the credit goes,
if you let me flow then your headphones become a stethoscope.
Let 'em know - everytime I pick a pen I wrote
fucking live with my heart by the words just like it's Periscope.
Heard some ex-fans tryna say I suck
emcees who've never came to me for conversation judge.
In the past I was only tryna liberate us
but hate rappers like Gene Simmons; I won't Kiss & make up.
All the anger gives me potholes in my lungs just like a British road,
blocking my whole fist with a wall until I got brittle bones.
Delving in my mind to find it's confined to a civil war,
so I'm sipping more liquor til kidda has got his liver swole.

Tryna turn my life into my dreams,
can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.
Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.

Lucid Dreams (Prod. TKAY)

Cover of Eminem's 'Normal' from his recent 'Kamikaze' album. Large up Antidote on the instrumental reproduction - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCngO16cWn6pTecMbWdPekCQ

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

All I'm wanting to do is just end this shit;
pessimist peddling poems as medicine.
Live within prejudice questioning excellence,
crediting everything from everyone that they're friendly with.
It's not about any skill or the eloquence,
it's about who can I side with for relevance?
Then they wonder why I reject my residence
and I don't show up to shows for their benefit.

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

Nah, I don't wanna settle for less
cos I've been settled in stress.
I've gotta get off my chest
all that I've kept in my head.
I guess I'll never be addressed
as the best but I bet
that I'm better than everybody that ever disrespects.
I'm the one that they love to detest;
cos I don't herd with the sheep like the rest.
I'm the one that they were all fans of
when I was new til they knew I was so far ahead.
Yeah I hear you but I'm far from impressed,
if you brought food for thought we'd be starving to death.
All your gum flapping is hard to defend,
tryna claim you're OG & the hardest of men.
I'll just keep writing because I'm obsessed,
you'll just keep writing 'bout ongoing trends.
Fire on my page is dissolving the pen,
this is one-hour work & on par with the vets.

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

Normal (Eminem Remix)

Recorded at the Garage Studios in South Shields. Mixed & mastered by Sutherland.

Lyrics -

No respect to those recycling quotes
who pander to people in power that put a price on the soul.
Started from the bottom - minus the ghosts,
hanging posters of dead idols bringing life to my walls.
A bit bitter sitting listening to hollow views,
you follow suit so why the fuck would I follow you?
Can't prove all the things you ain't got the heart to do,
I bet it's hard on you to talk shit but never follow through.
Wishing I could stop the battle with my past demons,
but have to write about them demons to enhance healing.
Wanting some success while my Mam's breathing;
hands reaching to the stars above the glass ceiling.
Can I equate to those I see when the telly's on?
Those one syllable pattern rappers acting like demigods.
Want me & Double P on stage to set it off,
with Lipsmoker hitting decks like it's Checky Watch.

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nothing.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping (x2).

The Blue fire like Kawah Ijen;
au naturale shrubs smouldering within papaya stems.
Got some gold on my mind like a diadem,
fighting for the scraps of Queen's heads inside the lion's den.
Converting scraps into Michelin Star
and start spending dosh until my spliff's as big as cigars.
My come-up's feeling like a mission to Mars
while stepping into technicolour like the Wizard of Oz.
Wake up at the Witching hour with a gram's scent
as I hotbox the echo chamber then I grab a pen.
All the spirits in a glass spill on draft text
hands get forced to spell it out like a planchette.
I'm jotting for a couple hours then it's back to bed,
my mood dependant on emotion in a manic head.
I guess I haven't found the plan yet,
tryna leave more than indentations where my back rests.

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nothing.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping (x2).

Stand For Nothing (Eminem - Good Guy remix) (Reprod. Antidote)

Old school Hip Hop Instrumental

Lyricis, Looking to hook up with other writers, MC and DJs for online colab and share ideas.

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