New Music Sunday's Week 3
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/lefty_loosey

Music video coming soon!


--Lyrics--
Restless, body won't contest this, ever present feeling of insomniatic healing, I consider to start peeling off my skin, earth willing I can take a skinny dipping in the pool of sleepy dealings, but my brain is runnin faster than a dark skinned little bastard, call the pastor 'fore I start  speaking in tongues, instead of speaking in puns, I cop the coffee and lunge up in my car bumpin grunge (Where ya headed?) Idk prolly a place with a view, buy some cancer and brew, writing songs about you and by you I mean I, the guy with bags under his eyes, I'm poppin sleep aid at night, then I'm takin a ride on this glorious high, neon colors collide while I stare at the skies and the sun is creepin softly up on the horizon and the city's arisen like I'm bakin pot pies and ill serve to if you don't ask what's inside 'dem.

But, insomnia is winning, killing time like I am sinning, brimming with this inner feeling gained from juicin and then gin'ing, do you here that buzzing bee? Maybe it was just me. My head is playing games like downloaded all my thought off of Steam, these lucid dreams are my new reality, fact and fiction they are battling, pick a side like factioning, pro and antagoning, goodish kinda baddening, not makin sense? Its fuckin happening, yes I am addicted, please don't tell none my family-- please.

(Bridge)
I just want to close my eyes, drift off inside, chainin cancer at night like the end is insight, just alittle insight on my nightly goodnight's like it comes as surprise that the Sandman isn't show up tonight, no, no. The sandman isn't showing up tonight, no.

Feeling fear and loathing for my every piece of clothing, tell me why my closets glowing, paranoia it is growing, first I reaped it now I'm sowing, topsy turvy when I'm flowing, never slowing when I'm rowing down the stream of going and going and going and going -- gone. And homie if I'm right then ill never be wrong, please relate to this song, I hope this the type shit to make her wet in thong, so grab ya pipes and your bongs, push repeat 'fore I'm done, then you rappin along and we're together in this shitty sleepless weather, never better is my tether to these tireless endeavors.


Insomnia - Produced by Lefty_Loosey

#NewMusicSundays Week 6
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/the-simple-sounds

-Lyrics-

Welp! Here we are again, solo dolo smokin wishin for a bit of bread. 
Still these little demons steady schemein in my head. Plottin doom upon the world, lemme tell you what they said:

Listen to me Ty, imma show you how to get paid, fuck savin the tips, man, just putem towards the green game. You could flip a couple pounds, chuck the deuce and escape. Couple a months of weed and we'll open up the E gate. We can find their friend Molly and we'll do it for a fee, we can even split it even 40 you and 60 me. And you know the little bitties love to smoke the tree, so we getting sky high and fuck em for the free. 

No way man, I gotta do this shit clean. I'm to pretty for the prison showers and you're knowin what I mean. Besides I saw it in a dream, I was chillin on a beach, double d's, my whole team, all legally;

To hell with that guy, just listen to me: you just find your self a lonely cougar, take her one on a date or three. She'll get all drunk in love off your personality,  callin you an "old soul" now you're home free! Tap into her funds and you smoke up all her weed, drive her car around the city fuckin other feems. 

Chill that shit out, I can do it on my own, I don't need the cougar dome, soon my name will be known and all the pretty chicks'll ink letters to their home how they got to shake my hand. Little more time and i'll be the fuckin man, Can't you niggas understand? Shit.

He's right you guys we should leave his ass alone. No more thoughts of sellin dro, no more sugar mama jokes. Here lets take another toke, be happy with us bein broke. Kinda cold inside your car? Better grab another coat. While your at grab a knife, slowly jab stick it in your throat. Fuck you me mean we're happy broke? I won't jest it for another note. If you don't fuckin steal it then I'm gonna fucking steal it for you and leave that bitch lookin like fuckin Auschwitz cunt.

D.I.D. - Produced by King-Flex

Original beat: https://soundcloud.com/pontociano/moonlight
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/pontociano
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/persist-until-studios

Blog features: 
http://rosecransave.com/2015/06/15/t-i-p-vicious-response/#respond


Lyrics (NO BITE ZONE):

(Chorus x2)
Could we slow it back alittle? Can we keep it simple now? You're so worried bout the when you're forgetting bout the how. 

Stay focused on the now.

Well let's see- where do I begin? We were never really friends, but then again, I know of bunch dudes who're looking up to him/
And it's crazy how it ends, I bet you're probably wishing you could do it all again/
Dawg you should go and pawn your camera, start investing in some pens and investing in yourself, maybe pick some better friends?/
Got your team all in the comments making fans off your descent. Type of shit that makes me vomit, so i'll say it once again:/
Man it sucks to suck, ya ran out of luck, sadly Taskmaster, you would do it for a buck. You got sloppy like a thotty think you was in the cut./
Guess the fact had slipped your mind that you're getting big as fuck! Did you think we wouldn't notice? Well your time is surely up, was a minute in the limelight worth a lifetime in a rut?/
I'm only 23 and I'm preaching to you, but, when I see you in our city i'll take pity on you cause you must be feeling shitty, sitting in your loafers without a single think to do but- you threw away you future, better make a new one.

(Chorus x2)
Could we slow it back alittle? Can we keep it simple now? You're so worried bout the when you're forgetting bout the how. 

Stay focused on the now.

I don't event know which parts were real, and i'm not tossing shade yo, this is how I feel!

Yeah ya fucked up, ya fucked up, ya fucked the game. Yeah you fucked up, ya fucked, your chance at fame aaaand I hope you get it right next lifetime, at the right times then you might find that world is so kind- when you don't bit lines.

Let use this as a lesson. Use this a lesson. After all he's only human. We can lift the bus now.

B)

Flippin Chris