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How To Rent a Room (feat. SMITTY)

Cookin Up Something Good

Been away

Chill Out

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Introduction to Turkish, Track 1 - Language Transfer, The Thinking Method

I don't own this beat. All rights go to the original owner/producer THAIBEATS

We Get High - Old School Freestyle Rap Beat Instrumental (THAIBEATS)

Artwork by Carlito

Cameo by Georgie Lorenzen 

Little red rides down the lip of my lover now

must have sniffed a badly crushed pill should've wolfed it down,

caution now


come kiss the water how much dizz 

does one chick need to feel less awful

"i think i might've gotten spiked"

i beg you get a grip you snorted up the shit like it was salty water pepper pig

i dislike a porky or a lie see a porcupine spikes, 

you just had one too many lines

"i dont feel too well"

have a sip of water you'll be fine, let us sit 

ill roll a cigarette we'll simmer for a while

and as i said those syllables she whispered "let me lie" 

so i helped her sit on solid surface soiled by a brine of 

spilled beer and some nos balloons,

scatterd in a rotting room

cracked cans and canisters

flat ciggy butts from kids skanking to the anthem of dishevelled youth,

air-max and bumbag squadrons

 two stepping with a lit skunk spliff hung from lips fucked 

mean-whilst my chicks slumped 

quite in an unsolemn way

wake up baby please its nearly day

wake up baby please its nearly day




in a town where the night shines the brightest


the youth trace silver linings straight to their sinus

where the light shines brightest on an iphone 

its no surprise sanity is seeked in being mindless




i gaze upon her pretty face to see if she be fine

the face i gaze upon is sending shivers down my spine

a drip of red progressed to sliver down her chin and neck 

and build a scarlet puddle building up against my thigh

she starts too loose the light behind her eyes 

and as they wonder north the only thing they leave behind is whites

"this is west mate" 

eyelids get heavy like her dead weight

"yo pal call 999 before she vacates"

she meets her Morbid Fickle doom as is her path 

and as her chalk coloured lips smile Mrs Death laughs

and as i sit there cradling her carcass i ponder life, 

wandering if i be truly assed for it

i didn't ask for this 

i didn't ask for this

fuck it

i check her pockets for a baggy hiding in the crevices

find a bag of pills and round about two grams of ketamin

pop the capsules honouring the death of lady Capulet and 

sniff the ket and grimace in exaggerated fashion 



throw my hands in the air and leave my fate to the gods

Ciao Bella

Went on a series of tangents tonight - ending on creating this. All of my songs on here are purely experimental and just me experimenting.

Lyrics:
 "Ohh oh, I'm so sick of this same routine, 
like i'm living in a dream.

Life's not so sublime, 
when you're shredding tears,
losing track of time,
wasting my prime years.

There is too much to be done,
but i'm not having fun,
i sometimes feel alone,
in this place I call home."

Life Is Not So Sublime

been meaning to lay bars down to this for a while, my favourite dilla beat and de la soul tune of all time - show loveeee

Lyrics:
everybody dies in a world  you overcome
Greed money and nutting there’s somethin in this rum  
Tried to be persuaded 
with a seat under the sun 

Lookin at the spotlight
Threw it then they ask why I call em a cunt 

Might call for a gun 
Stick it straight to my head 
Till they hate me and run 

It’s an act for the papers 
Magazines and the presss 

I saw that brudda Octavian
Never could be impressed 

From an industry that injured me 
But gave me success 

I wasn’t labelled yet they cradle me like i was undressed 

It was 10 whole years they were lost in the sauce

With a court case fear all their artists used force 

You Fucking nonce

Here and dere
Da gyaldem scared
We out we  there

A thousand prayers 
No answers
Can’t be shared 
 
Loud aware
Save me 

See if you go far
Living in a city we clocked  the wrong past 
If i wasn’t in it I wouldn’t be in charge

What you fucking getting your begging take the piss 
Everyday it’s so upsetting  your waiting for me to miss 
Instant hits
Light work 

When I pull with up with facts
Not moaning  about the whole world just being in a trap 
everyday we go back 
Takes forever to find effort when I’m breaking the scene 
With my 
victory lap 


These bars 
Their ready
Their hard their heavy 
Can’t harm me 
Jah Has guards and harbours plenty

These angels far
They be can’t here for many 

Imma scar my sore heart in cars and henny 

And duck from bars so quick they can’t get ready 

For the chase 
Winner takes 
All the plates 
Remember the name 

Phased from the days 
When I could never  behave 

All these buddies Tryna  fuck 
But it’s just part of the game 

From toxic prophets logic cost of myrhh 
I defrost it , watched it , lost it 
Then i earned 

Not agnostic , what’s this , flustered , firm 

When I step into the rooom 
Tryna spread the fucking word 
About the industry’s that use
Children in  a world absurd

Every conglomerate bothers us 
Why do we  treat it the same 

Clones  and anonymous 
Then we’d be leading the change?
And maybe we’d be the state ?

Who ?

The people of change
The people of pain 
The people who are equal but the systems a game 

And if you’re regal ,yet illegal 
They’ll keep you in the frame


The queen is oh so lethal 
If you don’t see then you’re waved 
So I reload on my wisdom 
They say conspiracy made 

They put kilos in the slums
They put the slums on the map 
Pharmaceutical industries making all of the stacks 
From the Xans to the crack
From the aids to the polio 
Just look at the stats

Not the ones that they give 
But the ones in our lap 
Yeh the ones in our peripheral, theres division in packs 
Got an offer not conditional , teachers taking them back 
Because I was busy making hits 
Making all of these tracks

Stakes Is High - Osquello Dilla

Endlessly experimenting, never perfecting 🙃

Life Is Not So Sublime

hotshark4

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