Robots Can't Drink (Freestyle Friday #53) - e-dubble

e-dubble "Be A King" 

contains a sample from  "The Last Living Rose" by PJ Harvey

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chorus:
my momma told me- 
one day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king
and my poppa told me- 
it's ok to sing when shit hurts
don't forget your dreams 
cuz' they'll get you through this 
So called life, they call living but I call it strange
and I bet I'll do it
cuz' I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

verse 1: 
mr. sunshine, mr. rainstorm, 
meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm 
need some middle ground, need an even keel 
but you're at war picking sides give me fever chills
I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke 
I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat
my head above water thoughts to those lost this week
all these tragedies stay on repeat 
like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it
fist to the sky but I can't beat on it 
drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it
cam newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm em' 
all these levels of these relative problems 
and benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them
i'm feeling pretty low like I"m stuck at the bottom
but I know I'll rebound like the bulls with Rodman  
I am, just exactly what I will be 
just a guy who can rhyme n' chop ill beats  
one day I'll recover from what ails me
till then I'm on that fuck-- what the sales be

verse 2:
they talk about death, we're tryna live life
while they're signal says left but they really going right
but who cares they got nothing to improve upon 
meanwhile we past them, fast lane, rubicon 
so let the shitstorm rang in
they try to dap us up, but we just leave em' hanging 
yeah- so let em' catch up with the language 
they can talk shit but you know that we can manage 
-- they say they tired of the metaphors 
they are only pissed that they never really ready for em' 
--- so go ahead and get ready for em' 
pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm 
- it's like we're living in the Tron Game 
lines are all blurred cuz' we're sippin on the bombay
- john stock verse lebron james 
no competition when you factor in the time change 
Babe Ruth sucks--- fuck what the books say 
I could strike him out with 3 pitches in an arm sling
yeah- and we can do anything 
momma said it's true and I put that on everything 

verse 3:
we don't ask for the doors to close in this life
so we hoping... they keep em' open
and if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight
till it's broken... and smell the roses 
need to take that time to find our own road
so we focused... on what's golden 
and our gold don't shine it's not from no mine
so we're not just living for a token

Be A King

This is a remix I produced this week with the help of Vini Vici. I was really excited about Lykke Li's new song, No Rest for the Wicked, and I hope you like this remix as much as her original.

Don't forget that my new E.P., Surrounded By Giants, is coming out later this month. It features my new band 27 Lights. The single, Klitschko, is out now and available here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/klitschko-single/id839288517

No Rest For The Wicked (Lykke Li Remix) (Prod. Vini Vici & E-DUBBLE)

Old song by E-Dubble and Young English. Ray Orbison sampled beat. 

Anything You Want -  Young English and E-Dubble

[(NO INTRO)]
Verse 1 (F):
I wake and count what still needs growth,
not trophies stacked, but living oaths.
I greet the gaps that sharpen skill,
small daily climbs that train my will.
Questions knock; I open wide,
let wonder walk, not guilt or pride.
Tired hands hum proof of care,
work leaves tracks I choose to wear.

Verse 1.2 (M – Rap):
I learned from closed doors—map that route,
turned “not yet” into quiet clout.
Stumbled on math only grind could show,
flipped loss to code and set it to flow.
Limits threw ladders; I took that height,
stacked those rungs till skyline bright.
Missed calls taught presence, not chase—
I move on timing that fits this pace.

Pre-Chorus (Both):
I thank the unknown—fresh path, clear sight.
I thank the pressure—coal turns light.

Chorus (Both):
I give thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
I give thanks till the trouble fades to gold,
thanks till the story lands brave and bold.

Hook (Both, call/response):
(Both) Thank you, lessons.
(F) Teach my hands.
(M) Train my focus.
(Both) Lift these plans.

Verse 2 (F):
New trials walk in dusty boots,
drop fresh seeds, not shallow fruits.
I prune the noise that steals my hours,
guard my lane and grow real powers.
Mistakes send notes with honest ink,
each one says, Learn—step back, think.
Fatigue taps shoulders after runs,
proof of purpose, proof work runs.

Verse 2.2 (M – Rap):
Storms test walls; I fix that seam,
check each joint, retune the beam.
Failures served range, not doom, not shame,
fed my craft, refined my aim.
I carry grace in a street-wise jar,
pour it where stakes pull hard and far.
Unknown calls out; I answer clean,
show my worth through a steady routine.

Pre-Chorus 2 (Both):
I thank the limit—focus grows.
I thank the silence—signal shows.

Chorus 2 (Both):
I give thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
I give thanks till the trouble turns to gold,
thanks till the plot writes brave and bold.

Bridge (Spoken-word • F → M → Both):
(F) I thank the door that didn’t swing—new key learned.
(M) I thank the map that flipped—new turn earned.
(F) I thank the rule that cracked—mercy learned.
(Both) I thank the loss that taught return.

Breakdown Chant (Both):
Thank you, limit. Thank you, strain.
Thank you, questions. Thank you, rain.
Thank you, errors. Thank you, grind.
Thank you, patience—shape my mind.

Final Chorus (Both, expanded):
Thanks for the rough edge—guide me right.
Thanks for the hard road—forge that light.
Thanks for the weight—strength takes flight.
Thanks for the long way—soul gains height.
Thanks for the unknown—fresh designs.
Thanks for the setbacks—clearer lines.
Thanks for the tired—proof I gave.
Thanks for the giving—learned to save.

Tag (Both, soft):
Gratitude flips trouble into treasure—every time.



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"Let Me Ohh" (Freestyle Friday track #9) by e-dubble.  Sample of "Beat 4" by Ratatat

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All rights go to E-dubble, just sayin. But I mainly made this for myself to try to get my friends into E-Dubble because I know they won't want to hear his amazing outros. Also, I didn't include all of his freestyle fridays because again, this was mainly for me. I do have 42 out of the 53 so if one that you like isn't on here I apologize. I didn't change much to these songs. I mainly just faded out slowly for every song. But I hope you will enjoy this. Love you E-Dub :)

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