I Did What I want

Project Reign No Keys

My first Ambient-Glitch song. I appreciate the listen -- hopefully the emotional themes of the song convey themselves!

Water Above - Tim Dara

Sleeper Cells (Instrumental)

Equal Exchange (no bass)

Your Walls [Single from Psychedelic Project]

Pt. 1 Run on my Brothers [DISS TRACK ON HOMIES]

Boy we gassed yo head its balding
big head ass ball head like Spalding
My beats stay so wet like dolphin
Yo shit go no where no walkin

Yo shit aint say nothin no talkin
Straight edge sippin no gin just tonic
Bush head trippin no wins just loses
Yo hair line clippin still  like moss head

Talkin on tuckin 22's thats a pea shooter
My double shotgun never lose issa skeet shooter
Big ass dome no brain ya really needa tutor
Dumbass boy I fix computers Im troubleshooter

Flex bout yo girl but you really gettin neutured
You two hmong i bet you just the girl's  suitor
Bitch ass boy try to gas me on the red cruiser
I move gear you pack 1 guitar widda tuner

I play these notes / no sweat / like I was walkin on it
You play yo strings / beat em up / like you was runnin on it
when Yugen Played you eat it up / cause I was stuntin on it
Saw you at all of our shows jumpin on it

boy where did yo head go
stop sayin my name
yea bitch where yo head go
keep droppin my name

interlude

try to cap on the drip talkin like im steve urkel
boy i can run yo shit beat the face so deep purple
i got the jokes and game when bringin out stefan urkel
im the jump man bitch like i hit it like a hurdle
im  on some one man shit, and i didnt wanna hurt you

but yo bars come slow like talkin to a turtle
and ya boy told me yo car is where you do rehearsal
couldn't hear your mic its like yo songs be nonverbal
 
I didnt wanna do it did it anyway (yea)
Yo ass still hittin up sally mae (yea)
While all my shit already been paid (yea)
This shit burnt you need a bengay (yea)

Imma tell you right now its goin one way
Sayin you aint dusted but I beat you on a runway
On God I made this track in only one day
Drop so many bars you have to hit replay

Where Is Yo Head At (Stockton) [MATT RATT DISS]

Lets bring back that old head sound
Old dog old tricks you still an old dead hound
You two like a 1 and 0 one tall one round
Really fucked up trying touch my crown
Static know where they got they sound
All that music always been around
Since before any of us can call this our town
You Aerosmith Lite, AC/DC Lite,
Sabbath Lite, Creedence Lite,
Stones Lite, Chuck Berry,
Hendrix Lite, Jimmy Page Lite,
BB King Lite, Albert King Lite
Jack White Lite, I can go on all night
Turn on blues radio see who you sound like
I turned all your chords into a sound byte
Yo music never ever sound this tight
Just because It's just me on the mic 
 
Aight fuck that old head shit

Theres a reason I compare myself to Thanos
Im the rap rambo and my words is my ammo
Couldn't see the punchline comin like its camo
Boy Ian did you not just get the memo

I fucked wit you before cardinal ever had a demo
You fucked around when all I played was just instrumental
And we both knew The Crazy Apes was just accidental
And we both knew that havin you on drums was detrimental

Remember when boy Josh use to tune yo skins
Wanted to drum for me but could never get in
Flex yo arms on me but in that head its dim
Trying to drum but cannot separate limbs

Mustache got you lookin like a porno plumber
You started learning patterns boy you not a stunner;
I remember when you used to watch my drummers
You geo seth all dumb, dumb and dummers

Ion mean to hurt you (I really don't)
But this is why I call myself Thanos

Seth I'll help you go get yo balls back
I didn't body you enough in the last track
Let me coach you get you on fast track
You lil roach you couldn't catch up you a fatass

In yo restroom, look around, like where the toilet paper at?
At the sink, wit no soap, how the fuck i wash my hands?
in the kitchen, issa mess, how the fuck you flex on gram?
in the back, in the pool, I fell in, cause im the man

Way back when, koffee haus, but no pool it was a drought
Now today, no koffee krew, cause you on dat coffee clout
A hundred shows, and hundred nights, and yo house is fallin down
In the crib, living room, where you couldn't handle sound

Mix it low, mix it loud, shit annoyed the crowd
They rode up, sippy cups, just so they can drink and shout
Touring bands, look confused, look around like they in doubt
All the xans, lsd, ecstacy made koffey haus

Ion mean to hurt you (I really don't)
But this is why I call myself Thanos

Pt 2. I'm Sorry (Rap Opera) [GEO, IAN, SETH DISS]

I was just heading on my way
Running hard against the grain
all the silt that left my shoe
showed how hard I was climbingg
up the woodwork
i was running.
up the woodwork.

I took it with a grain of salt.
the salt i use to patch a wound.
i was running.
running where i stood.

I did not feel the splinters sharp.
how they painted my hard path.
i was up a tree.
without a branch.

This ain't even the new shit. Ya'll can't do everything I can do. Sorry!

I was climbing out the wood work.
Pushing right in through the grain.
I was climbing out the wood work.
Pushing right in through the grain.

I was pushing through the woodwork. Run. Through. The. Grain. Run. Through. The. Grain.

We are in the woodwork.

Tim Dara

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