Insane Asylum Feat. Hattman

Crazy violin-heavy beat by Ear2ThaBeat at Shadowville Productions

Shout out to DLoyaL for mixing

Dilly Ribz - Knock Out [mixed By DLoyaL]

Thanks to Sinima Beats! 

Lyrics:

(Verse One Jbin)

Stop prolonging death
Wont stop until you go and get your wish
On top of this bitch 
Is where ill stand 
Cant wipe your ass when your too full of shit 
Switch lanes in a gangsta rage flip da page
Deliver ass woopins on the side getting paid
Although really I’m just broke as fuck
Only thing I got left is a bag of bad luck 
Flourish like flowers then wither
born inside of a sinner
frozen so cold never know 
stuck in the snow in this hellish of winter
no escaping I’m living my death
rippin apart this pain from chest 
they say cloud 9’s overrated so I get a liberated 
when my art form helps me rest  
I am the wicked one 
They callin me from above 
I ain't no saint 
Down below in the dirt as I belong 
what ya Doin me wrong cant you feel the taint
tinted you black in the sky 
shutters that folded your eyes 
keepin you all in disguise 
so demons that want you won't rise 
I cheated the style of a toe tag 
like When I pulled the trigger and the safety was on
I couldn't figure out if was a fuckin sign 
Or if my prayers were doin me wrong
Fuck it maybe I’m just dumb
There's poetry in pain when you stare in the sun 
Drinkin liquor getting numb till the morning come 
Fuck no lies  no more my soul is gone 

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Two Hattman)

I've been ready to die for a year;
The only thing stoppin' me, is the rhyme in your ear;
I designed it half violence, half vibrance;
Infact I am, past vibin', mask hidin' my face;
Mad 'cause they turned a blind eye to my chase;
Now I'm in this rat race, half baked;
Tryin to find a way to escape in the bass;
But I can't get away from the paper chase;
It needs to be set to a safer pace;
I stay faithful and grateful to rap;
But it's painfull to know that I ain't gonna blow;
With these thoughts that'll pop off straight from the dome;
N' you're probly never gonna see my name at show;
Man I feel like I'm livin' in the rain n' the snow; 
So ya know what I do, I spit rage on the flow;
Grab the reigns, here we go, am I insane, I dunno';
Maybe you could tell me;
It's dark and it's hotter than hell be, why won't no one help me;
I bet I wouldn't be so alone if I was wealthy;
Shit, maybe I should make an LP;
Stop being so stealthy, but I can't stop hittin' up the LC;
'Cause if I had to bet, music is my only life after death;
N' I'll be spittin' 'till like half a breath is left in my chest;
I confess, as I let these lines congest, I possess mad skill, that's ill;
Im as rare as a Tarydactyl, we kill 'em, mawl like a bear attack will;
You ain't gonna bury Hatt, you ain't where we at;
You don't look in the mirror n' see death starin' back
Defeat, I ain't scared of that
I been defeated, depleted, I needed it
Now give me a motha fuckin' beat n' I'm eatin' it;
When I get on a motha fuckin' mic I do more than speak in it;

(Chorus Jbin)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death

(Verse Three Jbin)

haunted in your fuckin house
tip toeing all around the halls
screaming from the one you love
as her name in blood drips down the walls 
nothing more pretty from blonde to red 
makin her my widespread
revenge is a pretty thing
don't fuck with it or you'll drop dead
this side of me constantly 
depriving approval all while
inside of me my pride is fighting
stronger it's crucial
show no weakness with no pain there's no gain and then fear your chance is gone  
show no fear for the demons that feign your soul and beyond
I might of been a sinner when i wanna get arid her
eating motherfuckin innards 
with a side of ordered liver 
sight of my presence makes you shiver 
cold as ice my flow delivered
dark as fuck you are my dinner
bodies sold for the gold to the highest bidder
don't run for i come with the quickest trigger
masked man with instinct a fuckin killer
the patience that we obtain
is not gained by by lack of obedience 
but weighed through wars we wage 
and conquered inside our own mental stadiums 
falling through the ground
hoping to not feel his evil breath
for my sins i now must drowned
knowing there's always life after death

(Chorus Jbin & Hattman)

Life after death is like a fuckin riot 
Got me got me got me motha motha fuckin livin by it 
So sick of this, society has got you livin quiet 
no fear when you belong in world that runs on bloody thirsty diet 
but I don’t wanna run no more 
Down a path that never ends 
Only rest I’ll be getting when I’m caught slippin into my fuckin death
When the warmth of my breath goes cold 
And the tales of my name grow old
Just no where I roam I am home 
There is always  gonna be life after death


Life After Death Feat. Hattman

True Story Feat. Hattman

4/20 jam good day for it!!!    (dirty tracks)

Wasted - StevAnandfriends

Another hot track off of Dynamite's upcoming Live From The Vault LP. Dynamite links up with heat from an up and coming hometown artist GJ Huncho and one of Canada's finest underground hip hop artists Hattman.  Peep this and much love to the fans.

Dynamite Ft. GJ & Hattman - Truffle Butter Pt. 1

Cool concept track about selling your soul to the music industry in exchange for money and fame. Is it worth it?


Check out more from J Wheels!
facebook.com/itsjwheels

Beat produced and features Axe Ruler from Glory Versus Failure

Mixed and Mastered by CJ Lohnes from Glory Versus Failure

More from Glory Versus Failure at www.gloryversusfailure.ca



J Wheels - Control (feat. A.R)

A tribute to one of the best smoking songs ever, light one up and enjoy! 

Kush (Remix) Feat. Hattman

Nightmares Pt.2  (Feat. Hattman)

Support Me On Patreon (For this beats WAV file and Track Stems):
https://www.patreon.com/passionhifi

Follow Me:
www.youtube.com/thepassionhifi
www.facebook.com/thepassionhifi
www.twitter.com/Passion_HiFi
www.instagram.com/passionhifi

CHECK OUT MY OFFICIAL BEAT TAPES (15 HQ BEATS ONLY $5.00)
https://eviltwinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/hip-hop-instrumentals-vol-i
https://eviltwinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/hip-hop-instrumentals-vol-ii
https://eviltwinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/hip-hop-instrumentals-vol-iii
https://eviltwinrecords.bandcamp.com/album/hip-hop-instrumentals-vol-iv

Official Free Beats: Four

Join My Patreon

[FREE DL] The Passion HiFi - Causin Havoc - Hip Hop Beat / Instrumental

Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm possibly the cause of all the poverty that I am in;
Send me to an island, I'll drink like I'm in Ireland;
A pirate with the rum;
Violent with the tongue;
Sign that I have sprung from the slums in the dungeon run;
Get stung by lungs, of the unsung young gun;
My worlds come undone;
Cursed in the hurse with a verse if ya' want some;
Life's not fun anymore; 
'Cause I'm not dumb anymore, I'm tryin' to run to the door;
And export from this mortal realm;
Distorted from this world now;
Out of orbit looking down, with a roaring load warning sound;
My speakers pointed toward the ground, recording now;
Glorious, gory stories for me just to spit;
It's not your normal ordinary kid;
I do this for the love of music, they do it to get rich;
Their stupid, I'm abusive, ruthless, yet I don't exist;
But rap is one thing, that I will never forget;

Chorus:
If I gotta' restart and be hard for you to see art;
You gotta' listen to me as soon as the beat starts;
I'll be the retard in the back seat of the police car;
Chop 'em up, n' then send 'em to the meat mart;
I'm gettin' angry that's why my rhymes seem dark;
Someone hang me, I just lost my dang job;
So now I gotta rap 'till I got a spraigned jaw;
But real life I just can't escape from;

Verse 2:
I'm a little white heathen demon, screamin' for no reason;
Displeased, diseased and eatin' bleedin' meat;
Lacking human decency recently;
Beef with me and ye will see the speech that I breath evilly;
The seasons change, I'll be the same;
Ask my name get blasted fast in acid rain;
I got a mask for half my face, "That's Insane"
I make rage, I've been rappin' since the 8th grade;
I'm gettin' smarter since I ate brains;
I make pain, so vacate with great haste;
Or you are who I lay waste to;
You'll be layin' on my plate of food without a face dude;
I'm right rude with my new shit;
New hits, exclusive, too sick;
To be in school with the so called cool kids;
Their foolish, rhymes I rule with;
Yeah, I'm the shit like stool bitch;
so call me, "Skatman";
Even though it's Hattman;
Don't tell me I can't rap 'cause I'm not a black man;
I'm strapped with an axe, your head's detached in a trash can;

(Chorus)


Restart

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