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Samples: "What'd I Say" By Ray Charles
Drum-kits: Traumah Filthy Drums.
Produced Using FL Studio 10 Producer Edition & Akai Mpk61 Midi Controller 

What'd I Say!?! (Ray Charles Hip-hop Remix)

Who's Da Best (DNA)

A classic from the depths, the homie Trap Welshes aka THE Red Eyes Black Dragon!

Red Eyes Black Dragon

Characterizes the inner animal of the fearless, the women spirit of the guided, and the molten light of the wise.

Breakup ft. Big Wig

This was a challenge presented to me by my older sister. She challenged me to rap using only Nintendo video game titles. Enjoy! Here's the lyrics:

Challenge #4: Retro Nintendo Rap
Challenge Presented By: Sarah
By: Sceltic

Intro:
“Yo! I’m about to prove, that I’m a Nintendo master.”

“I’m about to give you a smack,
Like Donkey Kong tossing barrels, it’s all kinda whack.
Were jumpin’ obstacles; duckin’ like Mario.
We’re together; bros for eternity homes. Nope I’m no Wario.

I’m about to pack man, fill my bag with clothes and plan
You’re care lays low in the Earth like Dig-Dug.
It’s pullin’ 720’s , you’re nothin’ but crud.
You’ve got more emotions than fuckin’ Barbie does.
Like Batman , you better detect your surroundings cuz.
There’s trust issues that invade your space. 
It’s a mental game of Battle Chess always faster in pace.

Before you try to even start and skate.
Strap your Blades of Steel on and participate.
Don’t let no Bomberman explode your conscience.
Act like Tarzan and swing over that nonsense.
He just wants to steal your money; who is he, Aladdin?
Blast that bastard away fuckin’ Mega-Man.
It was his thoughts all along, to be a Monopoly.
To Ninja Gaiden your ass; faster than you smoke trees.
Bitch please, you can’t even touch me.
Mentally I’m the Prince of Persia, dodging your catastrophe.

It’s mother fuckin’ blaspheme to try and Rambo me.
It’s time I go on a Rampage ; chase you up a tree.
The sooner you realize that my words are never done;
The faster my verbal Terminator will back off from you son.
I’m the fuckin’ Ring King, you’re just Road Fighter.
It’s time I lay the smack down on you, Rocket Ranger.

You’re the Silver Surfer; the bane of the NES.
This Robocop, is ready to lyrically kick your ass.
Knock you down a peg; Rush n’ Attack!
I’m like a Shadow of the Ninja, you’ve been viciously stalked.
Unable to find the Remote Control, you stand there and gawk.

My skills are unmatchable; The Punisher of the stage.
My words will crush your spirit; Power Punch you to rage.
I’ll lock you in a cage, on here I’m your Overlord.
This is a Mission: Impossible; go home torn.
Your spirit will be weakened and heart smashed to pieces.
This battle is like Alien Vs. Predator; the fight never ceases.
Feel my Breath of Fire, as the temperature increases.
Lyrical Brawl Brothers, until time has come to end.

You better, Bust-A-Move, if you wanna find dignity friend.
Or do I have to go all, Captain Commando?
Where you won’t know which direction you should go.
Your career’s fading, disappearing like Casper.
Go, Chuck Rocks, to prove you’re still there.

I sense your impending Doom, as they boo you offstage. 
It’s time to go back Bubsy, to minimum wage.
Get out of my way before I go all Dragon Ball Z, on you.
Launchin’ fireballs man; Fatal Fury 2.
The Firemen won’t be able to put you out.
I’ll be the First Samurai, I’ll slice your ego dude.


This Family Feud has got to stop.
You’re just like Frogger, but unable to hip-hop. 
It’s all Fun ‘N Games  til somebody gets demolished.
We’ll all double Hook you; send ya back to college.
This Incantation is just shy of Hurricanes.
I guess when your career’s in Jeapordy, we’ll be the ones who’s blamed.
After tonight you won’t be able to clear your name.
We’ll Jurassic Park our asses into this psychological Jungle Strike.
Mentally mount your head you tike. Then Kendo Kick it off of the pike.
It’ll soar off into the Lagoon. 
This battle will be Legend; one that you can’t un-tune.

Our Lethal Weapon, is the sweet Liberty of Death. 
You’re just a Magic Boy with a Magic Sword; cookin’ crystal meth.
You’re mind’s so fucked up; you’re crazier than The Mask.
Time to Metal Morph our words and finish this task.

These lyrics resemble Micro Machines, burning into your cerebellum. 
There’ll be No Escape; go ahead soulja boy, tell em’. 
I’ve owned this stage; I’m On the Ball. 
You can’t even stay in the stream; your breaststrokes are too small.
I’ll wash you away with rhymes; I’m the fuckin’ Pagemaster.
Fear my Primal Rage; I’m the master of rap disaster.”








 







Challenge #4: Nintendo Game Rap (W/Lyrics)

This was just me tweaking off the top of the dome. Produced by strazdine.

Look Famillia' Freestyle. (Prod. By Strazdine)

PBE releases magma beneath the core. Thought the comeback was real? Fought hard to return for more? Well get your pace set with a track like Mile High Club. From cold Colorado to blazing San Diego we're flying high; unto tall extendo of partners will get the fetch.

Mile High Suddenly(HarlowBeats) [Mile High with the Sky EP]

A chosen dou conjointed in SDP's 2014 mixtape "A Mile High with the Sky"
Love to know the Go signs track will pump.

Break, Fast! (Riddle) Ft. Frisky 5c, Chiefin

Worthy present,
Clash city rockers torchin' buses? Let this musician wonder, then wander.
SDp
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Break, Fast! (Riddle) Ft. Frisky 5c, Chiefin

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