Name: No Room at the In X Greydon Square by Eville in supa dope
Duration: 5 min 23 s
Description: In honor of the greatest soul singer ever. RIP Nina Simone.

these bars have spoken to me through time...

This song made me want to more familiar with Nina Simone. 

A friend of greydon square is a good rapper

supa dope

The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

This is the part where I tell you it will work itself out../
that..all you need is love and will merc your self-doubt../
that giving your all means success and less meltdowns.../
that you finally got the hell hounds to lose the trail now../
that...good triumphs and the bad will finally die some.../
that...bygones are bygones....so you dont' have to hide long../
that...if you do the right song they will finally buy one.../
that...police won't fire on...my vehicle and I'm gone.../
that...you don't see my skin no matter what seat I'm in.../
that....CNN isn't littered with bitter and evil men.../
that...you don't need benz to appear that you meeting ends../
that...we aren't feeding kids b/c our greedy whims.../
that...one of the plugs died...and I'm not tongued.../
that...my soul is one cry away from being untied.../
that....if you're drunk -high that you will see the sunrise../
that...I'm not  one guy I'm 30  million combined.../
I'm not saying that...but I am though.../
if your hearts breaking ...grab my hand bro../
when the song fades...is when the fans grow../
not when we're on stage ..at a damn show.../
it's the car rides and fighting through hard times../
so even if it's all dark ,I'm gonna jot lines....
I left you all dry, but it's been a long ride...
No use stepping into shoes if they the wrong size.. 



The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

ThataWay (wendovescri)

I had feelings. I felt them. I took those feelings I felt and wrote them. Then I recorded that feeling into lyrics which I then recorded. I hope you like it. I am  not some artist, I literally do this to maintain my sanity. So, what you hear isn't Measured or thought out. It's unfiltered and it makes me feel good, I hope it does the same for you: 

I'm sorry, no I'm not
I gave you niggas every flow I got
About to blow my top
Brought a knife to every war I fought
So I guess you need to know my thoughts
It all started as a lowercase e...
Feelings were discarded but they won't replace me
Watching rats align with cats to go and chase cheese
Oh relax, you know the cash don't motivate me
See, I'm a problem bc I think too much
I see the patterns that'll link you fucks
Fact of the matter, I could beat you up
But the root of the solutions elude us
Got me squinting trying to see through dust
What a conundrum, why rumble with a dumb dumb?
There's hundred hum drum bums that I could cut a crumb from
Still they flung scum until the sun come
Then run from accountability as if it stung them 


Verse 2

It's not working, so I'm hurting where the joy went
It's not working, like your words on unemployment
It's not working, like they pushing on a pull door
It's not working, but they still using full force
A million hospitals but they sick in every bed
Repeat it... And it's insanity the dictionary said
So they giving Terry meds, to fix his scary head
Maybe the worlds broken, I'm just sensing their repair
Yea yea... they sent a missionary here
I sensed him and the pistol that he bares
Near his hip and then he misses every flare
Lucky me, but he reloads as he sucks his teeth
So I dip with my bag real fast  like a cup of tea...

SameDeferenceXDanBailey

Zilla gave me heat and fought fire with fire. Had this to get off my chest bc the world is working. 

EVILLE - BREATHED CONTROL (prod. ZpuZilla)

Zpu-Zilla Beat5574 - sample challnge #368

In honor of the greatest soul singer ever. RIP Nina Simone. 

No Room at the In X Greydon Square

Zpu-Zilla Beat5629 - sample challenge #378

Undertow

2 A.M. (Prod. by Kin)

VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH

Still depressed
Still misunderstood
Still popping pills, popping seals, smoking backwoods
Still smoke a swisher if you got it with you
Everybody won't me sober, but i'm not a quitter
I say the less you know the better
That west bank fire setter
$uicide dream team
It's that codeine fiend
Hell bound is what i'm deemed
Surrounded by crime scenes
Only peace that i know is sleep or be deceased
I can't call it anymore
Get more depressed when i'm on tour
Wake up in the middle of a war
Wake up wishing that i was a fucking corpse, fuck...

VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY

Yeah, now if we got a problem, then we got a problem
I don't give a fuck
I can't even see that far at the bottom
My cousin toxic, and i'm rotten
This ain't an option
I was opting out responsibility
Turn a new leave and get it poppin
Pull up on their fucking ass
All they do is fucking ask "can i flash you with the gas?"
And so i pull up on their ass then i ask "want to catch the gat's blast?"
It's always back to back
$uicide used to calm my depression, used to call it my progression, used to make me less upset and $uicide now causes all my depression

VERSE I: LIL NO FLASH

Sold out shows, but i don't believe in souls
So i doubt these shows are going to leave me feeling whole
A couple blunts i blow and now i'm idolized, a role model
That'll get 'em to get me to model clothes
I'd rather snort up roxy's until that dope battle rattles
Nope, i'm not about to tackle yet another problem
I'll have to put this one at the bottom
I feel like fucking sodom and gomorrah, but life is sweet
Another black petal falling down right at my fucking feet
Another flower rotten, a bouquet of efforts
Sour scents are haunting my defeat
Sold out funeral no live nation fee
Captivate 100,000 people
Still me and the reaper me
100,000 want to meet me
I hope they'll let me be

VERSE II: LIL HALF CUT

I'm able to paint a picture most people can't even see
Basquiat mixed with Monet when that heron in me
Self-critic thats speaking in cryptic
Defying the laws of physics
Let me be specific
Sadistic, mr. pessimistic
Slickity sloth the motherfucker they call the anti-christ
Used to dream of fans chanting, screaming that "$uicide!"
Now i get on Instagram and they're posting my personal life
I promise it's not what it seems
Climb up just to fall down a stream
Drag me to the river
The richer i get, the worse my liver gets
No strippers on my zipper
Still in my room
Keep it dark as i can
Remember scraping up change just for cigarettes
Immortalized $uicide
No they won't forget

VERSE I: LIL REMAINS

Yeah playa
Yeah playa
All my teeth gold
Damn playa
Damn playa
I still can't sleep though
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
I be that sheep eater
Wolf creeper but disuised as the grim reaper
Sad playa
Sad playa
I be that sad playa
Damn playa
Damn playa
Thought you was money making?
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
Don't change that i'm forsaken
Grey playa
Third razor
Laugh at you bitches hating
Yeah playa
Yeah playa
My pupils dilating
Dope shot up in my veins
I'm feeling nauseated
Law breaker
Law breaker
I'm trying to feel alive
Make sure my teeth gold when i'm filled up with formaldehyde
$uicide

VERSE II: PAPA PINE

Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me snow leopard
I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope i had before
The results are the same, but now i'm comfy when i go
I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
And now i'm always stoned
Always home alone
In the back of the benz, i got my squad i know
But, i only see them on the road, and the rest i know just want to use you
Always want to used you
Snakes in my face, yeah, i think i'm medusa
Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped
The red, white and blue ones
That's why i'm always losing money, but don't let that confuse you because now i got a mouth full of gold, but baby i'm still a loser

I No Longer Fear The Razor 3

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL (III)

track 6 on Phil Maggio album, GOREGANIC. Available for FREE: https://philmaggio.bandcamp.com/album/goreganic

Phil Maggio - Flame Grilling Your Face

What if God Was An Animal? -Phil Maggio

Grady gave me this beat in the 90's, and the godfathers of weedrap task and Toke-Daddy-Slim were gonna roast it with me, but i took 12.5 years too long to finish writing my shit. Anyways, i just FINALLY finished writing and recording the traq out by myself recently.Hope you like stale chips.Enjoy. Check out Gravy.Tron's soundcloud here: https://soundcloud.com/gravytron

No Room at the In X Greydon Square

Eville

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