LD50

ld50

Elevated Linguistics

Video Songs

Artist : LD50 // Tumblr // Facebook
 Title : Going Up?
 Release Date : June 4th, 2012
 Tracks: 18
 Track List: http://i.imgur.com/hvAhw.jpg
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Production Credits - http://i.imgur.com/kxCcY.jpg
Cover art by Gregory Siegburg - http://baro.deviantart.com/

The Intro

Mischief Maker

Big Spender

Wax Nightmares

Broke

Second LD50 Release

Download Link: 

Production Credits: 
1 - Kilaak - TM03
2 - The Presets - Girl and the Sea
3 - Jay Beatz - High Volume 2
4 - Washed Out - Feel it All Around
5 - Yann Tiersen - Comptine D'un Autre Ete

Incom...

Track 1 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Glitch Mob - Bad Wings

LYRICS:

dont say it i can see it in your eyes man
[it']s okay don't believe me bro
feet stay planted my hands stay steady
and the seeds they planted i plan to grow

see for yourself when i blow up dude
show up noobs with the verses, flow with a purpose
strokes so smooth on the surface
soon break through this curse of the cursive

burst in the game, reversin' the game
first subversive thirst in the game
certain the mainstream herds done heard
the pursuit of the purse and/or the personal gain

nursin' the fame, [i'm] searchin the same road
i aim adverse in the lane though
do your worst, and collide headfirst
earn a hearse your hurts verse mine can't hang yo

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pop morphine when i wake up, fuck it
h2o then chuck it, fuck it
bed-sheet heavy as a lead sheet
heavy head and heart have
started arguing they wonder why i fled sleep

wonder why i dread sleep, wonder why i shred beats
wonder whether i will be a legend or a deadbeat-
breaklines cut, cut my class
make time up? you can suck my ass

i proceed to produce this sonic chronic burn it kill the pain,
spawn it bleed it need it either vomit heat or feel insane
feed a beat up in his brain; cravin' it like oxygen [or]
oxy needed in his veins; fade away the thoughts in him

straight-away i strayed-a-way
made a play to trade the hated day to day charade away
fated to create a way
lace an instrumental with some mental stimulation see
pray we see cliche emcees decay each day in energy

we say we hate these monumental men or we pretend to be
betrayed by messages their media presented presently
maybe belated - but i made it hater don't tell me shit
be gone or be honest, this the bomb as promised by LD50

Bad Wings Remix

Track 3 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Big Z Remixes - Slow Down

LYRICS:

the main attraction gets a tame reaction when I open
I rap insane, no lack of fame could change a fact i've spoken;
broken sound barriers; fly like harriers
drop napalm, A-bombs on your areas

epidemic carrier -the more the merrier
my only mission is to spit to transmit hysteria;
bury a flash-mob emcee
come[cum] for the cash get creamed by me; leave empty
handed

mix-in-to master: i planned it
chicks in the past swing back and askin' for a hand
perhaps another chance—act candid—
payback when I lay back; leave em way back; leave em stranded

it's what you get for crossin' me; trust in reciprocity
I dont keep a grudge I keep a count of what you costed me;
also keep a promise regardless of whom to.
When I make them in the mirror, fuck you think i'm gonna do?

Cooler

Track 10 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Kid Cudi - The Prayer
LYRICS:

i never been the type to bitch or moan or pick a fight
if only you knew what my life was like you probably
wouldn't do the stupid shit you like to do
you try and make me fight with you.
violating peace of mind, i try to make it right with you

trying to decipher you i lie awake at night for you.
no i am not waiting up, i know i am not right for you
and so i light the doobie up and write a few in spite of you
on my way to do me, losing sight of you, i hope

cut the rope
quit the moping dont need serotonin bolstering:
soloing the challenge to control and balance dopamine.
i know i can handle it without us hand in hand, but it
without a doubt will be a route around the shit i planned for this

and for this, damn i thank my fam and thank my fans for this
transfer this fantasy defeated see the chance for this
answer this: why you leave me when i need you most?!
see your ghost creep in close, need another double dose
================[x2]
all this time i said that it was me, it was you
and i knew but i couldn't think it through, i refused to
you i misused you, knew i was confused knew that
if it came to you or the truth, i would choose you
================[x2]

took for granted what was handed to me at first
took the blue, took the red, no one said it'd make it worse
no one ever told me i would see another control me
and when i look at the old me it only hurts

like

you ever think about nothing? no?
ever had nightmares uncontrolled?
ever let yourself feel cold?
have you even ever had a dream you could call your own?!

(no, no)
don't you see, walls that you put up, they fall around me
peek inbetween 'em seeking freedom, you'll find it finally
why do we dilute each other, why dont we just try to be
fine with other kinds of people, why do we live violently?
desperately be reaching for approval from society?

why do we exist?
i dont know but i know this
imma go and peek around hope i found out what it is;
imma find out what it is
i should make this shit my biz-oh wait i did you know?
i got that natural talent, so ambition honed a vicious flow

shit this goes, listen close, this is my artistic growth
bitches come, bitches go, metamorphosis invoked
wishing you the best because i know this shit is difficult
but all you have to do is be original

[ hook x2 ]

Mission Control

Track 11 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Ratatat - Cherry

LYRICS

realize risk makes life what it is
feel that rush when he grips that mic that's his
but it changes, new pains new p[l]aces, new frames he arranges
aim for the maintained thrill

empty until; lust start to rush in and fill
maybe the fear, death might near,
maybe it's only a tear she's afraid of
maybe the love;
i don't wanna see you with him yo
he dont wanna see you let him go
she dont be the one who be the one to leave before we know
even when we know it's cold

maybe the pain;
you don't wanna be so sho'
you don't wanna be so sho'
maybe the pain;
never wanna be so sho'
never wanna be so sho'

so

open up and ill be right by you
hope enough of you see like i do
hope enough of you love my flow
hope enough of you love my soul

grow my clause, dont have the math
but you can show me the odds in the aftermath
have faith that the words that i conjure tho
[will] last long after i'm a goner yo

shit's been tough, but im on a roll
dont give a fuck about honor roll
that's a risk that this song explores
fuse affixed will this bomb explode

x2

fuck you bitch if you hate on me
and if you switch you can bank on me
this music is the proof, truth,
that you'll see soon how great ill be

take these bars, take my scars
take me far, you make these stars.
make me big i can make me better;
take my word, i will go hard

Risk

Track 13 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Instrumental is from TOR's masterpiece mashup tape: ILLINOIZE

Tall

Track 14 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Glitch Mob - Seven Nation Army Remix

Tang

Track 15 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Produced by <a href="https://soundcloud.com/casik">Beats For Food</a> ("Beauty")

The Departed

Track 7 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Wale - Focused

LYRICS:
fuck i've got a lot that's on my mind..
whatchu want while im on my grind!?
bitch stop cryin'
i aint got time in a whole day-to accommodate that kind

blink one time life's over: no.
turn up sound 'till i overdose
hoping to keep those eyes wide open - so
subs in the rover go: woof

kick it like Bruce,
no tip toing when im flowin in the booth
sick' em like Cujo, psycho loose in the studio
sweet tooth: these new flows be the proof

so i'm goin' all in
knowin' ill win
all men fold to the truth in the end
i'll stand tall if i can till i then
when i fall back in with the dust in the wind

business focus: finish-close n
this diplomas just a bonus.
it's in motion it's an open season on them bitch opponents

switching scope and ditch emotions
pitch and hope they notice me
if they don't it's A-okay
i'm cheifing like the POTUS be (downlow)

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i can feel fame at the finger tips-
but the game wont change the way that i maintain.
sure i want cash, sure i want status, but
that shits added it's not my aim

not like brain from a hot dame on a airplane
with cocaine it's not why-i came
brought upon the rain, seasons change
imma preach some for the trees in pain

Rap Ambassador: rap tactician
now i got glasses matching the vision
after the mission, fast and efficient with a
crack task-force cooking tracks in the kitchen

"looking back wishing" is a past inhibition bitch
ditching which is surpassing a dissonance
it's official, give the kid a whistle if you know real shots aint called with a pistol

fiscal year getting crystal clear
getting shit in gear with the embassy
agents push and we smoke that kush and we
open doors for the friends
we see
hope for the hopeless, grow with a focus
over the slippery slope they call show biz
stoked for the dopeness over the broke shit
hold tight till the whole world take notice

Focused Remix

Track 8 from my second mixtape: https://soundcloud.com/ld-50-1/sets/the-ambassador

Original track: Necro - The Big Sleep

LYRICS:

You know i'm accurate, packin it.
a "pen" is "power" activist;
i've been about this practice long enough to get immaculate.
it's somethin 'bout a knack for it. somethin when you master, it's
impassible to craft syntax without the facts in it.

factor it. number every cracker spittin' actor shit
and plastic keys across the seas are tapping even whacker shit
and half these kids don't even know the half of it.
they only see theatrics, and they rap before they even know what passion is.

passin' instant judgement on these bastards like a basilisk.
Aston in your bars but your garage is full of gas and piss
and, as for this ambassador, plastic rappers are catheters
aberrations i'm after; i'm cauterizing their apertures.

spittin hot enough to melt your plastic lips closed,
cuttin' off the piss poor posers with the piss flows.
admit it not enough brought enough, maybe not enough got enough
wit, or whatever it is, permitting sick prose.

the Bic chose me; clicked and it told me-
"homie i'm gettin sick of these pricks tryin' to hold me;
only spittin shit with a vision of gettin rich
it's a pity, without a purpose, the perfect picture is lonely!

hone me. go begin to grow beyond the phony.
sow the seeds of reason where
reason we've seen dethroned;
be more than just an entity sent at me
defend me from enemies,
ascend with the scent of weed, send a meaningful message,
and kick more rhymes than a centipede.

this resin's embedded deep [but]
the center's steady glowing and showing greater knowing
so go-and set it free
learn to give or let it be
earn to live forever through rhetoric-with-a-pedigree."

head of reconnaissance on rap predominance.
common sense, on offense, bombing all them on-the-fence.
calm, intense, and pensive at the same time;
not to mention i've been on this since i came upon a dawn of confidence

competence, the complements of "providence" and labor,
monumental cognizance, the opposite of haters.
i persist in pushing potent product;
hope the profit off it offers opportunities to prosper with my neighbors.

Knock Knock

Any songs not on soundcloud can be downloaded on my website's music page. 