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Super Saiyan

This song is in my spot light cause  I like sharing my faith with giving people something they may relate to. I'm serving Jesus in the whip is going to be an anthem people are going to ride out too one day. It's one of my favorite Gospel rap tracks I've ever made.

I'm Serving Jesus

THIS IS JUST A DEMO FROM ME TO YOU 
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE 


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Deep Venom Promo

Reversal: Fasting (prod. by OVSAMA & prodfreebase)

(9) On the low /  Always depressed

Oasis.Art 

Sanchie P's Maybach Freestyle remix(unmixed & unmastered)

In The Rough Freestyle

Mixed by Able, Reese, Ace
Mastered by Reese

WIN ft. Franc Don (Prod.AZEE14)

Tough Luv! feat. Shiragoated (prod. gxdrays)

Raconteur is an unsigned artist who’s now being played regularly across many US radio stations, most recently featuring twice on ChuckD’s radio show ‘AndYouDontStop’. He’s also been featured in various music magazines and blogs being touted as ‘An extraordinary artist ready to explode onto the scene’ (Hip Hop Crowns). Every track can be streamed free on Spotify and added to your playlist via this link: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7nD2RdEGhrEVJHEqcf1Hbj 

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Lyrics
‘Seeking something I can’t define,
Can’t even picture, can’t describe,
In endless pursuit of forbidden fruit,
A dwelling of ill repute I can’t find,
Can’t dispute, I’m beyond rebuke, 
The feeling is absolute in my mind,
Feel cheated, mistreated and been denied,
Never settled where I reside,
Dressed dishevelled with waning pride,
Pained by the love that I cast aside,
The only one that could have been my bride,
Left bereft losses on either side,
Still so mystified why I lied,
Tried to be snide with a bit on the side,
Now justifiably I’m much maligned,
Reapplied, but she’s not replied,
Sensed true love I just can’t provide,
My true nature she identified,
Plan’s not panning out how was designed,
Not healing from whatever was prescribed,
Fatiguing, depleted not satisfied,
Ceding defeat to forces allied,
Self-saboteur not even on my side,
Raconteur sure, but I can’t confide,
Since been a kid been inclined to lie,
Struggle to justify, rationalize,
Why eyes didn’t open till thirty five,
Draped in a guise, I’d fantasize,
Fell behind now need a rapid rise,
Battle cries, troops need to mobilize,
Lay awake at night with wide open eyes,
Backed in a corner, no room to wriggle,
Can’t have a tipple, talk too much drivel,
Slap you, pack you off to hospital,
Can’t be civil, noncommittal, 
Mind so overrun with rhymes that I dribble,
Even if the griddle’s cold I still sizzle,
Far too good to play second fiddle,
I’ve a finger for you it rests in the middle,
Need a focal point now not smoking joints,
Whatever’s on offer, it disappoints,
More clarity yet still confused,
Have I irredeemably been abused,
Feel 8 out of my 9 lives have been used,
Please don’t tempt me I can’t refuse,
Feel like a bomb, don’t light my fuse,
Spend the next day looking round for clues,
It will all go wrong, lose all my screws,
Letters to send out but killed the postman,
I wanna write more but my fingers swollen,
Wanna fly high but my wings been broken,
Sat alone in a coma yet awoken,
Cast adrift at the will of the ocean,
Sun beats down and I need some lotion,
Feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
I’ve an innate hate I can’t sate and it smoulders,
Rhymes gone rogue like defected soldiers,
All consuming like a plague of locusts,
Trouble looming, can’t seem to focus,
What is real, what is bogus, 
Vacant, always open to shift the onus,
Danger to public safety like POTUS!!!’

ill at ease

Battle Cry

‘Tell me can you find meaning in living,
Still caught giving it thought, I’ve misgivings,
Spent 37 years now doing my digging,
And pretty damn sure there’s something I’m missing,
The pieces that make me up are not fitting,
Not quite shaped to place, they won’t click in,
Sick of sitting around this well, well wishing,
Listening to elders, reading what’s written,
Do I turn to religion, leave Great Britain?
Too introspective? Into hair splitting?
Too reflective? Into gut spilling?
Whatever it is, I’m glum and not grinning,
Forever feeling beleaguered, hair thinning,
Feel detached there’s a gap I’m not bridging.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

‘When relaxing, feel guilt for chilling,
More time elapsing, spent unfulfilling,
My potential to which still clinging,
Potential for what? That’s why I’m tripping,
Still unsure, do mine or your bidding?
A divine being? Or am I just kidding,
Myself not facing facts not admitting,
Just a chimp? Just not in trees swinging,
Should I go back to battling, fight picking, 
Screw faced, taxing brats, knuckle clicking,
New life, now my phone’s never ringing,
No wife, now less luck with the women,
Now more timid, rigid when kissing,
Wind’s now coming in gusts while I’m pissing.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

‘Even though sober my heads still spinning,
Body not lean yet in the gym sweat dripping,
Eating protein yet still not slimming,
Am I too chicken and gonna give in,
Still all payback for my past sinning,
Snake lies in wake in the long grass hissing,
Can’t hold down a job, keep quitting,
Can’t control my gob, keep flipping,
How can you join a team, seem to fit in,
With no self-esteem, off sick, keep ringing,
Have a good moan to anyone that’ll listen
Workshy yet irked by no recognition,
Perched high having grandiose visions,
Predestined to pen these dreary compositions.’

‘How come I’m poor while you’re making a killing?
Your future’s bright mine slowly dimming?
I think I might just combust, give you a kick in,
Go back to sniffing gear and beer swigging,
Perhaps this sober life needs binning,
Failure my nature, who am I kidding?’

Misgivings

Λ⌈ΓΙΚΛΠ.
ΛΓΤΙζΤ.
07/10.

My art is a reflection of my soul, a manifestation of my deepest emotions and thoughts. Through my work, I strive to inspire, evoke and connect with others on a profound level.

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