Singularity (Superstaar Beats)(Edited  by TDM)

Time to tell a story of a boring boy who but ignored
every bit information given out by the parents who did
not really give a shit about half the adolescent passion
Now he's standing by a mic a Trynna make it happen

For the past five years I've mirrored and replicated the best ideas I hear
but I'm right here still Stagnant
am I good enough to be a rapper man I really doubt it 

How can I be different when all the kids want is the same shit same 808 kick 
I'm on a different kinda flow and I dont know how to show until I open the most dope solo
So cold

ripping em up
Tearing a paper if I think it's terrible
Giving a boy a reason to be the best at what I try to do  
I try to do it better then the veteran my lettering is elementary to me but it'll make a mess of what you

thinking like you thought you wrote a verse
and now you write it down
Spit it with the track but he don't really like the way it sound
So he now is sick of writing cause he has been up all night at it
Like an addict with it mad about the fact he cannot write a radical rap with it 
The beat so dope
So much potential
But your boy here can't work a fucking pencil

Scribble a rhyme to fill up a line 
In out my luck and im out of my mind
Illiterate with the way words are supposed
To go I'm onto my grind
Vowel here syllable there fuck I'm having a hell of a time
Giving a shit about any of it I'm about to give in and abruptly quit
Where did Ben go why'd he quit rapping 
Boy that boy could write a rhyme without even trying
Why then is he writing that he don't like his style then I don't understand his mind is 
Not in tact like I'm off the track somebody shot the conductor and I don't know how to bring him back
Been here for hours trying to resuscitate a body brain dead ain't that a shame lain down wasted
Defibrillator ain't even working oh how shocking 
Get the chalk outline Sam died mocking
His own music boy the boy the best
He's a borderline genius behind a fucking desk

2 Verses

in this track D Roc will melt your face and fuck each ear so tell your parents and your grandmother and your second cousin slut.

HYPE

no smoking allowed to the music.

[lyrics]

Want a bit of Ganga 
Want to be a rasta 
Wanna be undefeatable like I'm on the roster 
For all the winners that's me all me like I won an oscar

Breaking bad Bryan cranston making cash
Making stacks that's gonna be me when I break bad when I make that 8 mile rap like I'm white trash

That's what I am blue collar worker with a 
mic on demand
Whose got the words that'll make him a million
Not me no I'm an electrician

Get my grand with the work of my hands
Then spend it all on the fucking bills 
Don't got no cash to buy fucking thrills 
But I got the raps to make mass appeal

I think I'm alone with my sober skill
But if I smoke I more doper still
I think you thinking  that's not the deal
But that's my life and that's fucking real

I feel like fucked up off the pill
Writers block and that's now still
Find a reason to write and I can't fufill
A reasonable rhyme so I gotta rebuild

The whole fucking theme fuck sober clean 
I can't think I blink and I see the green
I can't make a beat so Im making peace 
With just rapping now you thought all them keys was me?

When I wrote that singularity
you think I'm that good? God damn 
Thanks for that but that's *superstaar and I rap and that's it now smoke that

Gonna get down to it nitty and gritty 
I think if I had a penny for every time in history where a mother fucker went around and got alot a weed 
And decided to get a gun and kill his whole family
Then I'd be broke
That shit I spoke is alcohol and al capone
Coke go nuts go broke then smoke dope

Get that Ganga smoke that weed like the cops can't stop ya fuck police 
I said fuck the cops I said fuck the pigs
I said smoke the green I said dopamine

I said don't be clean I said overdose 
smoke a bowl until comatose 
Snort some blow and then fuck a hoe
Blow your nose that's coke a cold

Im going insane im out of my brain
Ive smoked to much and got alcohol in my veins
I forgot my name what is my name
I don't have a name I don't have a name

Nameless underdog but nobody can do it better I must be known
I must keep on Im rusty though I got a bit of time to get back on the lingo

rappers money cars fast 
Weed bitches smoke hash 
Booty butt glutius maximus ass 
Like what do I do the fake famous act

Shit The simple rap I don't take to that
Cause I lack the skill no I take it back 
I got allot on my mind and can't find it
Cause I found a really good place to hide it

Its like a party is going on inside it
And I didn't get the call to be invited
It like a roller coaster come inside to ride it
But I'm too short fuck it im rewriting all this shit

 *[superstaar] is a youtube beat artist. Some people think I made the beat of singularity but I didn't.

No Smoking

Corky (Mad City Remix)

Bad Bitch (MattyP, D-Roc, Samms)

Whiskey in my cup
Whiskey is the potion - TDM

Download because it downloads as a WAV file, which is a bigger file, which means more quality, which means more music. 

Stains (Prod by TDM - Feat Trizzzy & D-Roc)

Samms Lyrics - 

O-d on the weed bout a mile up
Told D to roll up I want a loud one
He be slinging that shit by the pound son
Took your bitch to the pound she a wild one

Gonna roll these blunt bout a thousand
Gonna smoke it all until the mouth numb
Gonna fuck you girl you say how cum
Out my dick dumb bitch I'm a wild one

Throw a bottle at a cop on block 
Never stop cause I'm wasted
I don't give a fuck 
I'm anonymous how could I not be monster the vodka was making me talk all the nonsense

Start a mob and riot every night on a mic I'm a mosh pit kind of guy 
Get a glock take a shot at Obama you talking you narking I might gotta park the car and start

Bar to bar and get drinking more I'mma start a fire get a fire marshal
Started rapping then I grab bar stool 
Grab my dick and that's precious cargo

Not the shorts but my shits a parcel
Awful short but I'm built like Arnold
Superhuman just call me marvel
Fuck up Gotham I;m a villain's model

I'm the new shit you a fossil
On the roll like a bag of marbles
Rapping godly like I'm the Gospel
Rapping godly might rap the Bible

Talking big you can call me Eiffel 
I'm deadly with it like a loaded rifle
I'm steady killing these rappers I do 
Got your bitch wet like a typhoon

Gonna get get fucked up 
Go home wasted
Moms say where the fuck you at Ben
Ive been out with the masons

Gonna get get fucked up 
Dont go home vagrant
Asking where the fuck you at Ben
I dont know blend in with faces



Wild One (Samms Feat. DdashRoc)

Trap Shit (Matty P, Ben Samms, D - Roc)

Preach (D-Roc)

What I Do (Ben $amms & D-Roc)

Kingslayer (Instrumental)

YHWH (OLD)

Stains (Old Version)

All Gold Everything (Instrumental)

BEAT 9 (Back when I made good Music)

Dolan J Tramp

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Mattty P feat. Murphology - Zoned

Inviscerate is not a word. Eviscerate is. Didn't feel like re-recording so you get inviscerate!

Check out João Medeiros YouTube channel! I ripped the instrumental from one of his videos.

https://www.youtube.com/user/JohnnyWalberg

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