Hard Shit Master It With GOLD Master Lufs6 Ish Shadow Hills Comp

Hard Shit  WIP *near complete

Any questions, comments or concerns may be directed to Rayceismmusic@gmail.com or via social media Instagram.com/RAYCEism & Twitter.com/RAYCEism

I decided to release this final leak because yesterday was my 2 years clean. It has been a journey to say the least. I wrote and recorded this song very near the beginning of my clean time; that is how long I have held on to this record. The collaborating artist that asked me to feature never bothered to finish the song. Here it is for you all to stream and download as you please.

Thank you all.

-RAYCE

Verse One
Got all these old behaviors that became second nature. Now I work on them and watch so-called friends become strangers. Some acquaintances I never thought I’d mesh with, ended up becoming a part of me; closer than family. As a thinker, even simple things grew deeper. Popping pills, frying, trying to hide it; still eager, for the next trip. Didn’t believe in a bigger picture, just wanted an exit; that I ended up finding in these scriptures. Indeed a potent mixture, in need of stable living. Not from anywhere. An old soul steadily roams. Readily arose, well acquainted, even if I’m locally unknown. Shifting time zones; my mind blown. Aim was never to be a GOAT, though if I reap what I sew, my harvest as an artist tops all these mainstream cropped clones. Then I fade to black, let these critics play their part. That RAYCE-ism on a track, doing it for the art.

Lay It Down

New Version of Old Soul.
First full length album.
Free to stream.
Please purchase if you enjoy the music!

LYRICS

(Verse One)
Dear Mama, please tell me that you’re proud of your baby boy for all of the noise that I’m making now. Unannounced, no reason should be needed for you to receive praise for raising this demon. Single mother I love you for what you sacrificed; them younger days when you were stuck working late nights. I didn’t understand. Couldn’t fully comprehend. You were doing this for us, life was no pretend. All I wanted was a father and some siblings, manifested into passive aggression; I’m breaking things. Envious of each father and son on my team, but I learned from it to become the man you see.

(Verse Two)
Thought to write you a poem then I reconsidered; nothing more permanent than audible affection. Some new perspectives have come along the way but my end goal still remains to make sure you’re safe and sound. To hear that now, brings to my face tears of joy and a smile. All them “oh so lonely, only child problems” faded the moment I decided to choose progress. Some call it conscious, I say look at the context. No matter who came into our lives, there was no contest. That unconditional love no one could ever replace, that saving grace that never quite called it quits on me. A brief synopsis from trophies to court fees, E.R. visits while I was overdosing, honor roll speeches, visits on the weekend; the latter applying to both jail and rehab.

(Verse Three)
May every letter come as a sincere dedication, forever indebted; you gave me life and I vow not to waste it. No one song alone could pay homage for what I truly owe you and if it’s old news, well here’s a reprint I feel fit to publish. Not simply words, it’s an emotion, a sensation amidst the headspace I’ve just invaded. Sold objective is still the same as it has ever been: more timeless music, for you, to relate with.

(Verse Four)
Not a father diss or sneak attack on any other woman when I speak these words; action verbs fill me with gratitude. A higher power I can’t quite seem to put my finger on and above all else it soothes my restlessness. Talking, whether in rhyme form or paced for the sake of flow, doesn’t really seem to matter so I serve it to you all. Whether I mic check for paychecks or to be of service, with the right motives it will always be worth it.

(Chorus)
Mama won’t you smile for me, like I smile for us, looking back on our history. You passed down passion. I picked it up, took action and wrote this passage. Said mama, mama, please, smile for me, like I smile for us and our history. You passed down passion. I picked it up, took action and wrote this passage.

Smile, For Us

My friends and I did a Cypher to Blockhead's "Attack the Doctor". - Enjoy!
@charles_manzini
@karloakakarlo
@Rayceism

Lifestyle Sessions Cypher - Charles Manzini, Karlo, Rayce - Blockhead Beat

New Version of Old Soul

Beginning Journey

28 DAYS COVER GUITAR SOLO

Lyrical Ascenscion 1995

A mix of chops I've made in April, May, June.
Included: Chick Corea, Ezra Keats, Lee Rittenour, Weather Report, Marian McPartland, Colin Wolcott, Baja Marimba Band, Trio Palmira, Nina Simone, Mongo Santamaria, Roy Meriweather Trio, Stan Getz, Kimberly Jones, Candace Owens, Sammy Davis Jr., Laurindo Almeida, Jimmy Ponder

Edit Tape 1

You can find me places.
Here and there.
"The Lifestyle Not The Label"

Smile, For Us

RAYCE

Related tracks