Name: Meditation 10 by essarai in Meditations
Duration: 2 min 16 s
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Meditations

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Meditation 10

#TRS008MELDZBRASSNECK

https://stbbforever.com/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=975

(NON-ENTRY) I Want My Sweetback Back (STBB#760)

ITNeeDZaNeWTiMiNGBeLT - STBB #760

MOXATRON STBB760 Homage

#stbb760

Sax sampled directly/ made into a pad. Drums also sampled.

https://www.stbbforever.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&p=14823#p14823

Bick Boomba TARBOOSH Monthly Beat Battle #TRS008

team of doctors [stbb #761]

https://stbbforever.com/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=990

Final Prize (STBB#764)

Artwork by Trevor A. Graumann.  For sale: kuttlefish.com/shops/madweight
Track for: http://board.stonesthrow.com/index.php?/topic/27928-stbb521-make-some-noise-week/#comment-360740
Lyrics:
SuperCoincidence  28-02-2017

Intro: from the track: Treats  STBB 410 by me

Aah, here we go
At it again, pick up my pen again, sick for my fam again
I rattle the cage and battle with rage
relentless war munger man
I blaze the stage, amaze myself, done raised the damn bar again
last days production phase, the pace I'm settin' high I got.. 
treats for your ears and make a move left and veer right
and by the time you get used to one style I write the next hype...
treat to a beat made for Stones Throw Beat Battle
And if I couldn't rap no more no clue what I would do...

Verse 1

Man,
I'm sick fam, grab my pen as a remedie
and spit, slam. No this shit ain't no poetry
Just gallblatter, blabber, flabbergast ya
Flatulent bastard, harras ya
from every orifice with forcefulness
So diseased I'm almost D.O.A.  ( Dead On Arrival)
Projectile vomiting my murderous spray
I'm in a hole, talking to god on the big phone, porcelain.
Pleading for Gommora Sod'em all, fall out and rain.

Verse 2

Man, I stand corrected
I ain't got no enemies
You can tell me what you think is really wrong with me
And i will face you fron and center( senti) mental fool, roll with it
even offer you my shoulder, standin' tall 
I'll be holding you down
Yet high in regard
and that ain't no punishment
Used to think I was a soul crusher
now I provide nourishment
No cold rock but rich soil
Lookin' out for pitfalls and tarpits
No longer covet to cover up or tarp it

Verse 3

I needed to flip that switch
to get lit like a chrismass tree
My modus operandi forced by necessity
My motto never Quasi
but whole hearted mo' to(w)
Lead to creativity
so I could go with the flow mo'
Found my mojo-a-gymshoe in the closet
With some skelettons and my backbone
and now I'm ready to rock it..
Life that is
is practice.. makes perfect.. sense
This record is
proof that 'keep on trying it'
makes for SuperCoincidence

Outro:

Ah, yeay.. 
Spread my wings and fly on home



x Joa

Meditation 10

essarai

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