Rockabilly Party

ROCKABILLY - Part 1

ROCKABILLY

hattman

Produced by @jayprincemusic
Vocals by Jay Prince & @raheaven

Taken from the 'BeFor Our Time' EP.

Download at http://beforourtime.com
Download on Bandcamp http://jayprince.bandcamp.com/album/befor-our-time

Be For:

There are two definitions to this EP, the first being literally being “for our time”. In the current era of musicians, like myself from London, people tend crave and look to the states for answers and are quick to criticise the music from our own home. Some may disagree – but I speak from experience. This EP is the project that demonstrates there is hope where we’re from and where I’ve come from and we should unite in that. We all have a story to tell. This project is about Truth, Love and Passion.

Before:

The second meaning of this project is its nostalgic presence. This being a story telling project, it is filled with reflecting on situations and life experiences. The whole theme sonically is driven by reminiscence; I wanted to bring the same feeling or something close to the feeling, you felt when Hip Hop was at its peak of greatness and what is said actually meant something. I was born in 1993, and with this project I wanted to give people that same feeling of when music and Hip Hop was appreciated and respected by the masses in the 90's, and bring that feeling back to my home city and the world.

BeFor Our Time, For The People.

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BeFor Our Time

Polaroids

Modern Life

Shout Out

Hey, Porter! / Cry! Cry! Cry!

Cry! Cry! Cry! (feat. The Tennessee Two)

The Platinum Collection

Rockabilly Rebel

The Best Of

I Got Stripes (1988 Version)

80 Hits of Brenda Lee

Rock the Bop

Rockabilly Dynamos, Vol. 1

Ooby Dooby

Rockabilly Dynamos, Vol. 2

Remember September

Matchbox / Your True Love

Your True Love

Remix of Catch Me If You Can by Jody Breeze

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm tryin to get as lit as I can possibly get
Stumble around my property n spit it properly sick
Hip-Hops gotta take me to the top
Get me the fuck outta this bottomless pit
Nobody wanna follow me n now I'm hollering
Upset 'cause no one gave a fuck yet
But I don't re-gret anything I ever said
I do this for the benefit of Hip-Hop
Rollin' up everything I got in the Zip-Loc
Feels like I'm runnin outta time tick-tock
n It's got me ticked off
Run out of a liquor store leavin it robbed
What do I got to give a fuck about?
10 fuckin years I stuck this out
Nobody wanna listen to my fuckin mouth
Now I'm buggin out
self destructive, dealt with fucked shit
Never really had help with nothin
So I don't care I've no fear
Learned at a young age that lifes no fair
A feeling that most share
It's my fault I've been aching
But I've been awful patient
I drink myself into an altered state then
Get into an altercation
Bounce a rock off their face n now the cops are chasin
I escape on foot with my mask n cape on n they all shook
I don't give a fuck
No I don't give a shit (oh no)
Catch me if you can
Motha fuckas you ca suck my dick

Verse 2:
I can't stop, no I won't quit
But I don't know why I still do this
This'll never get me outta here
Cause I ain't gonna fuckin say what they wanna hear
runnin outta beer n the rums gone
I'd rather spit whats on my mind then some dumb fun song
The reason I speak the mind
Is so one day this life I can leave behind
n If I go too soon they'll know that he did try
Right now nobody but I believe in I
I'll bleed to redefine rap
we need more people like that
Cause y'all turned pussy like some feline cats
It's like I make a bee line when I read mine
On the north east side
People sayin why ain't he signed
If ya can't catch up then ya better rewind
Feelin feverish n evil
He ballistic killa bee in this bitch people
Speak as if they equal
He sadistic, lethal
Feed the misfits ego
Not gonna give up with each flow
Haters got a big mouth n deep throat
They don't know I scale a steep slope
Rewards I never reap those
Still re-e-represent the east coast
Hatt's gonna spit the motha fuckin raps 'till he's ghost
Yup that's the motha fuckin path that he chose
My demons I can't defeat those
So the beast rose
Now I unleash it for more than just to release flows

Catch Me If You Can (Remix)

Dancehalls & Supper Clubs

Coupe de Ville

Produced By: Hattman
Lyrics:
Look, everything's good
I ain't from the hood
I came from the woods

While I linger on earth it stings n it hurts
But I wanna be remembered before I sink in the dirt
So I write until my fingers are hurt
I quit the cigarettes sure
Still need a bigger cheque's worth
Just to get outta debt
But it's payday so now I'm wrecked n how is that smart
My anger makes me loud n act hard with the rap art
Tryin to wake up cause my dream is off to a bad start
Insomnia led to a coma, oh my god
I'm so high I never had a sober thought
Clever never copped like a photo shop
I was takin shots like I was Robo Cop
If someone says I'm so-so I'll rip open your throat n smoke your pot
Maybe I'm a little bit over the top
But I just wanna be close to the top
Before somebody closes it up
I'm weird, I know but I was supposed to be fucked
So roll the weed up n start blowin green stuff
If I fall are you muh fuckas holdin me up
Sorry I dont mean to go n erupt
But yall know that I am totally fucked blowin trees yup
Smellin it over seas, what!?
You kinow there ain't no helpin a
Lyricist whose message was set to self destruct

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Verse 2:
I dont give a fuck, I dont give a rat's ass
I'm past that, I'm just the cat's ass
I'm doin me this music means
More than some cash stacks
I'm morphing as I speak
Destroy it when I rap to the beat
Laugh at defeat I always get back to my feet
This my passion ya see
Never wack with a speech
I'm like Dracula comin back for ya accurately
Stay out the way
Ya throat I might grasp with my teeth
Kill 'em all, still I'm raw I ain't gonna change
But I will evolve higher than the ceilin y'all
Feelin tall n I'm still a villain dog
Rhyme spine chillin
I'm willing to use all my time to be quite thrilling
They'd rather be vibe killin then to support
Maybe 'cause I don't talk much, more of a thinkin sort
That's why I rhyme sharper than a ninja sword
As I venture forth
This is something you should turn your attention toward

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Spirit From A Lost Realm

Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:
I'm the most fucked up nut my dad ever did bust
Have never adjusted Hatt's clever as fuck spit
Disgusting dope as fuck end of discussion
Lyrical murder was my instruction
I'm heated like some combustion
Volcanic eruption make 'em all panic, destruction
I come cussin' clutchin a mic in a concussion
Rap stuck in my life,
Puffin' a pipe and start to write like it's nothin
I'm fightin for somethin I might get 'em jumpin
When I get a brain storm it's lightnin and thunderin
You get stabbed with a knife in a dungeon
I gotta rip this shit with the sickness
Bitch I'm higher than Icarus
My lyrics hit at ya's with the force of Ithicas
With it my gore certificate
Leave you with a contorted wrist n your torso split
Look at your predicimate bitches I'm more significant
More consistent morphin toward the gifted
Cut you with a sword, I twist it
Guess that I'm just sort of twisted
I got the force so quit
Of course equipped with more acidic spit
These war depicted scripts inflicted pure linguistic hits
Bitch how fortunate it this
I just torment with the lips
Born during an eclipse smokin herb up in the sticks
Just to get my fix mutha fuckin plague in the mist
Whether or not it's saved on a disc
When am I not a crazed lunatic
In case you forget I'll take your face chew on it
If you want it you wont escape
Move on with your bullshit
I'd rather rap outta control quick
Spit lyrical full clips
Be an iritable prick
When I rap I hold it you're gonna think I bolted
High voltage my soul is the coldest
Indulge in this with me 'till this full tank is empty
You could attempt to tempt me
I spent a century on the bench you would be dead eventually
It's retarded to challenge me mentally
You should try to remember after bark comes the bite
I'm just tryin to remember after dark comes the light
If I can just make it through the night
Or the fight, whatever you wanna call it
Tryin to stay away from alcohol
Gimmie another ounce of chronic
And another beat so I can wreak havoc down upon it
You can feel the static I dunno how I got it
My god it's impossibly mythotic
It's a wonder my rhymes havn't been sold as a product
Automatically thoughts get caught up n brought up outta me
'Till I'm ready to charge but I'm not a fuckin battery
Don't get mad at me rap is part of my anatomy
The only fuckin thing I lack is inadequacy
Spit dramatically it's a tragedy no one could fathom me winnin
Or fuck with my vocabulary from the beginning
I am one with this naturally
I've succome to it
Whether or not the others agree I fuckin run this shit
King Kong ain't got shit on me, welcome to the jungle bitch
Respect is all I've come to get
I wonder if
they get what's happenin when I spit the rap n then
I'm quick to baffle them with a cryptic ass kickin
This my passion n I've never changed myself to blend with whats in fashion
When I'm in fuckin action I start crushin, blastin
Everything in fuckin sight man I can't get enough of that shit
...and that's it

After Dark

My name is Cody Hatt, I've produced music and rapped since I was 14, and started actually recording when I was 16. I made almost all the beats I rap to, I don't do this to make money or be popular, I do it 'cause I love it. 
I've put a lot of time into this so thanks to everyone who listens to, and enjoys my tunes