WALU FAM FOR LYFE DAWG RIDE OR DIE 😤😤😤😤😘😤😤😤😤

Below is a brief overview of the sample material used, plus lyrics

==== THE SAMPLE MATERIAL =====

The Intro: The beginning intro is built entirely from Walu’s samples, with the exception of the train ambience. The drums are his beat boxing, but punched up with a drum buss. The “CHOOoooWOOO” sound is actually 3 layers of Walu’s singing at 0:30 of the provided sample material. I’d done a smidge of pitch bend as well to get the “ooWOO” part sounding like a train whistle. The “laser beam” stabs (for lack of a better term) is actually Walu’s “TSOOOOOooo” at 0:03. I’d pitched it to two notes played in tandem, just one step away from each other which gave it some dissonant grit. 

The Main Track: From here on out, I am mostly going ham on the “TSOOOoooo" laser beam sounds, utilizing a sophisticated production technique that I call “Delay fuckery”. I essentially let the laser beam stabs delay indefinitely, allowing me to automate the delay rate mid-delay, which results in a change in pitch and subdivision.  And finally, the last Walu asset I used was his “YA LA LA LA LA LA LAY OOOHHH”. As you can hear, I sprinkled this in at the end of phrases here and there, and manipulated its pitch so that it sounds more like “EE AH LA LA LO” Everything else was produced by me (aside from a few samples, such as the biggie acapella and a few borrowed scratches.) 

==== THE LYRICS ====

*Biggie the tank engine rolls into the station. A voice comes over the intercom, which boldly proclaims:

All I want is bitches,
Big booty bitches
Use to sell crack,
So I could stack all my riches

Now I pack gats
To stop all the snitches

EE-AH-LA-LA-LO-LO x3 

TapDaddyBeats!

AW YEEEE

Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew
Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew

EE-AH-LA-LA-LO-LO x3

prod. TapDaddy - "Now I Pack Gats" [WaluWaves Battle #3: Harmonium]

Hell

Lyrics:

I'm sitting on the shitter,
rhyme words and sound bitter,
cos I don't lose weight,
if my sweat's not going pitter patter,
no debate, I am getting better,
Listen to what coach tellsya,
then yer gains getting fatter,
better follow the plan to the letter,
go-getter, climbin up the ladder,
to summin that is greater,
So Ariss then can later,
Bump this, say it's fire,
I drop this, call me spark igniter,
RAY! Where your dumbass at?
Don't stop competing, you're an asset!
You're never a failure dropping shit that is bad,
You're only a failure when you stop coming back,
And I am not out for blood, I am Buddhist,
but even a Buddhist do this shit you've used to lose it,
and I cannot afford to lose an opponent that made Aris fumin,
But hey, Insight requires the foresight,
to look inside and face your own frights,
so turn no blind eye,
and keep going my guy,
or are ya really giving up after one shite,
kiss your dreams bye-bye!

Do you listen to this fresh sound?
I Feel it In my Soul,
When the Piano rolls about,
I'm Feelin all so cool,
Then we fool around,
We bouncin out,
we goin out to play

When I sit down and rap,
shit I spit might be whack,
but my constant ambition,
isn't made of superstition,
I got plenty of reason,
to be rappin every season,
Just like going to the gym,
Monday to Friday I am going in,
Brick for Brick I'm building this shit,
Take the stick of truth and hit you with it,
The beat is beating sense into the melody,
since beating up the dumb is a felony,
Well at least it is in Germany,
Made in Deutschland Bro kannst du's seh'n?
A whole big bunch won't even get what I'm sayin',
I could just be playin',
garblin, blarglin shite outta my backend,
Skibidi-scatting shit like the Scatman,
schibidy schabidy schone,
bipiity boppity boom,
And you'd still be boppin your head to this tune,
this is the result of continuous practice at home,
See Jay,
I grow slowly with every tune,
Like a DJ,
Is no miracle what I do,
So get up yo ass,
and go touch some grass,
spit shit from your dome,
or else I drive a fucking bus right into your home,
get the fuck up,
step the fuck up,
stand up,
throw up and get your fucking hands up to the mic,
straight outta Misery like Dick van Dyke,

Do you listen to this fresh sound?
I Feel it In my Soul,
When the Piano rolls about,
I'm Feelin all so cool,
Then we fool around,
We bouncin out,
we goin out to play

Now just to inform you right here,
I don't mind you punching, brother I dare,
cos I'm used to battle rap,
Where people yip and yap,
hearin them trip, be shat,
Ain't nobody survivin' that,
When the Scotsman raps,
finding shit to attack,
I am spitting here, see,
while I'm already beefin with another MC,
A lot here want to battlerap,
following the footsteps of Eminem,
I mean have you heard of Ariss He already sounds like him, (which is kinda cool ngl)
I'm not sure if that's by accident,
Like the time someone sends 100 men,
on a Gorilla to beat on him,
But I like Arisstoss,
and that is because,
brother develops as he keeps showing up,
RAY

Can Berkken Rap,
yeah he can,
can he can a can with a birchen can?
First of all who would do that, man,
Making cans outta wood,
what a stupid plan,
But if he could, would he do it, yeah?
Berkken could can a can with a birchen can,

Man who writes these dumbass bars? Ah, me
 
It would be even worse if I'd be on TV,
But at the very least I wouldn't spit shit for free,
and get paid, please give me your money,
With that being said, Imma piss off, goodbye for now,
Until the next month or the next review show

Do you listen to this fresh sound?
I Feel it In my Soul,
When the Piano rolls about,
I'm Feelin all so cool,
Then we fool around,
We bouncin out,
we goin out to play

Play

-LYRICS- 

How long does forever last? Cause I heard it can end in the blink of an eye 
I think it’s a lie tho, but I don’t know so I’ll keep my eyes pried wide so that time slows 

How do you begin, something that lasts forever 
That first breaths inevitably tasked your errors 
Massive terror that slashes tethers & has souls, floating up like helium balloons
That elephant is really in the room & it don’t like being ignored, for the TV with the tunes 
It wants you touchy feely with your gloom
& you always got consent for that, you won’t be all creepily consumed
A dvd of music videos captures your life, 
What will the soundtrack be? 
Well me, I’m a rapper & a knife 
So it’ll be gross, yeah, but just how nasty? 
Moans, groans, bunches of love 
Homegrown gushes of blood 
I want the spatter on the walls of your mind always 
Maybe something I say will give you comfort on your final days 



Look at life through the eye of a needle  
But don’t poke it out
Your thread of fate is surviving but feeble 
People it ain’t nothing to joke about 

The threat will never fade you’re living life on the brink up high 
Where everything can end in the blink of an eye 

living life on the brink up high 
everything can end in the blink of an eye 

Life kicks up dust So I gotta blink 
Eyes thick with crust So I gotta blink 
No matter what you can trust that I gotta blink
Up until I die it’s a must that I gotta blink 



Shot with ink in the heart going tit for tat too  
Choosing a higher power from a ziggurat zoo 
But a bigger snafu is will they just choose me back? 
Or am I a crab in a jacuzzi bath? 
Cause if I’m gonna boil then I wanna know about it 
To plan the fun turmoil of where my haunted soul is routed 
While peers flaunt their holy outlet 
I stomp with bare feet where despair meets the moldy cloud dipped 
Mystified 
Cause I’d rather be in limbo than crisp & fried 
Nintendo sixty-five, next level & stage 
Hexed devils enraged they can’t hear me scream 
When I close my eyes I can nearly dream 
I wonder if it’s caught by a native woven hoop 
Feathers & beads but it’s made with goals in lieu 
Of strictly stuff but I’ll still have the blade tip pokin through 



Look at life through the eye of a needle  
But don’t poke it out
Your thread of fate is surviving but feeble 
People it ain’t nothing to joke about 

The threat will never fade you’re living life on the brink up high 
Where everything can end in the blink of an eye 

living life on the brink up high 
everything can end in the blink of an eye 

Life kicks up dust So I gotta blink 
Eyes thick with crust So I gotta blink 
No matter what you can trust that I gotta blink
Up until I die it’s a must that I gotta blink

Eye Gotta Blink (Prod. By TapDaddyBeats)

out now everywhere

i felt you waiting
i couldn't take it with me
by february
if you'd stuck the landing
i would find you there
i'm sorry for leaving
i'll never go there again

i can't believe it
can't even hear it

topspin

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prod. TapDaddy - "Now I Pack Gats" [WaluWaves Battle #3: Harmonium]

TapDaddy

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