TIP Vicious

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New Music Sunday's Week 2

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/wiselyanonymous
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/toybreaker

Music video coming soon...

We Go Hard - Feat. Wise // Produced by Toybreaker

New Music Sunday's Week 3
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/lefty_loosey

Music video coming soon!


--Lyrics--
Restless, body won't contest this, ever present feeling of insomniatic healing, I consider to start peeling off my skin, earth willing I can take a skinny dipping in the pool of sleepy dealings, but my brain is runnin faster than a dark skinned little bastard, call the pastor 'fore I start  speaking in tongues, instead of speaking in puns, I cop the coffee and lunge up in my car bumpin grunge (Where ya headed?) Idk prolly a place with a view, buy some cancer and brew, writing songs about you and by you I mean I, the guy with bags under his eyes, I'm poppin sleep aid at night, then I'm takin a ride on this glorious high, neon colors collide while I stare at the skies and the sun is creepin softly up on the horizon and the city's arisen like I'm bakin pot pies and ill serve to if you don't ask what's inside 'dem.

But, insomnia is winning, killing time like I am sinning, brimming with this inner feeling gained from juicin and then gin'ing, do you here that buzzing bee? Maybe it was just me. My head is playing games like downloaded all my thought off of Steam, these lucid dreams are my new reality, fact and fiction they are battling, pick a side like factioning, pro and antagoning, goodish kinda baddening, not makin sense? Its fuckin happening, yes I am addicted, please don't tell none my family-- please.

(Bridge)
I just want to close my eyes, drift off inside, chainin cancer at night like the end is insight, just alittle insight on my nightly goodnight's like it comes as surprise that the Sandman isn't show up tonight, no, no. The sandman isn't showing up tonight, no.

Feeling fear and loathing for my every piece of clothing, tell me why my closets glowing, paranoia it is growing, first I reaped it now I'm sowing, topsy turvy when I'm flowing, never slowing when I'm rowing down the stream of going and going and going and going -- gone. And homie if I'm right then ill never be wrong, please relate to this song, I hope this the type shit to make her wet in thong, so grab ya pipes and your bongs, push repeat 'fore I'm done, then you rappin along and we're together in this shitty sleepless weather, never better is my tether to these tireless endeavors.


Insomnia - Produced by Lefty_Loosey

#NewMusicSundays Week 6
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/the-simple-sounds

-Lyrics-

Welp! Here we are again, solo dolo smokin wishin for a bit of bread. 
Still these little demons steady schemein in my head. Plottin doom upon the world, lemme tell you what they said:

Listen to me Ty, imma show you how to get paid, fuck savin the tips, man, just putem towards the green game. You could flip a couple pounds, chuck the deuce and escape. Couple a months of weed and we'll open up the E gate. We can find their friend Molly and we'll do it for a fee, we can even split it even 40 you and 60 me. And you know the little bitties love to smoke the tree, so we getting sky high and fuck em for the free. 

No way man, I gotta do this shit clean. I'm to pretty for the prison showers and you're knowin what I mean. Besides I saw it in a dream, I was chillin on a beach, double d's, my whole team, all legally;

To hell with that guy, just listen to me: you just find your self a lonely cougar, take her one on a date or three. She'll get all drunk in love off your personality,  callin you an "old soul" now you're home free! Tap into her funds and you smoke up all her weed, drive her car around the city fuckin other feems. 

Chill that shit out, I can do it on my own, I don't need the cougar dome, soon my name will be known and all the pretty chicks'll ink letters to their home how they got to shake my hand. Little more time and i'll be the fuckin man, Can't you niggas understand? Shit.

He's right you guys we should leave his ass alone. No more thoughts of sellin dro, no more sugar mama jokes. Here lets take another toke, be happy with us bein broke. Kinda cold inside your car? Better grab another coat. While your at grab a knife, slowly jab stick it in your throat. Fuck you me mean we're happy broke? I won't jest it for another note. If you don't fuckin steal it then I'm gonna fucking steal it for you and leave that bitch lookin like fuckin Auschwitz cunt.

D.I.D. - Produced by King-Flex

This is the first song off my debut album "The Avalon Chronicles", set to release in late 2015. Album/Song art coming soon.

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/theb94 (theB94)

-~Lyrics~-

Its the beginning of the end and my weapons still a pen. "Hey you're that rapper guy right?" I don't know, it all depends; cause I've been spittin vicious lines, my honor, yes I must defend. I've been around block, I've done my share of sins, I still got girls my cock plus I've never even hit the gym. All my fans they know I rock, rollin woods like campin tents. Smokin danker than these knocks while I'm droppin knowledge man, call me mr. 1 and 0 if we talkin scales of 1 to 10.

Fuck it. Niggas say I'm changin up, so I'mma say it once again: homie this is who I am. You don't like it? Hop in line, endless slumber, columbine. Talkin shit, its plumber time. Cook these beats like breakin bad, Heisenberg must be my Dad. Trollin rappers, "Oh you mad?" Better hope I don't get fed, got killing sprees up in my head. Uh.

Call me wine cause I'm better with time, take this key unlock my mind, pack that bowl yo lets unwind. I'm the boss don't need cosign, 22 still in my prime, Optimus, i'm one of a kind. Can't freestyle but homie I rhyme when I'm smokin on these dimes, no not snortin powdered lines. I boast a bit but most of it is just so i dont your waste of time. Look no further, I'm the shit, Dookie Daniels, fuck wit it. Every Sunday postin spits, accumlatin fans and fifths. Trippy Johnny Hammersticks, call the cops and grab your cam, the situations out of hand and it looks like you can't handle it. I got Cudi on my arm but I ain't with that fandom shit, go ahead, lets here the diss. You soundin butt hurt, botty stiched, I'll take the blows and flow wit it cause water is my element, I'm fuckin Aang incarnated like spittin flames and  rollin spliffs, puttin smoke up in the air while shockin all you dummy dicks. Vicious TIP or Tippy V, doesn't really matter to me, just know that I am skillfully arrangin words upon a beat. Praise the sun your saviors here to silence white noise that you hear. "Oh yes, I'm gonna need One bourbon, one scotch and 20 beers." I'll chug it all with zero fear like tellin Death get over here, then watch my Father ball in tears for missin out on all the years. Packin punchlines, jest and jeer, your girlfriend thinks that I'm cutie, even texts me "Hey there, dear." In the spotlight like a deer, guess that this shit is my career.

I'm weird like a queer, piercings, tats, a pup and beard. Fuck her face then bust in her ear then draggin my tip all up in hair, dragon's breathe when I'm up ya ears, bump this shit like snortin some meth, hiphops dead so I must resurrect. DNR if I'm teetering death, guess that cancer took an effect. Singing my hooks I don't need no effects, under your skin like a scarab or pest never takin taken a rest bruh the best never slept, 8 shots to the chest like we testin a vest- loot that chest, I'm off on quest. Take my word, don't try and contest, bad genes in the pool like some incest, insensitive bitch, take a knife to your neck, place a bomb in your desk, laughin it off while I go and confess. Got your body in piles like I've done to the rest, birds pickin your bones now you're used for their nest. Mind fucked up like I'm havin some sex, no stacks just yet but I got more than less. I'm fresh like a fish on a fisher men's deck, done rhymed every word that had ended est. Better switch up the flow lest i lose all my guests.

These rappers stoke in slow moooo, screamin out no homo, even though their content blows yo, I thought I fuckin told you: I can't be beat unless beatin my meat, fappin til I skeet on my feet, you missed the joke, put this beat on repeat. And you cannot compete, you to dee duh duh dee, Carlos'in fakes when I'm creepin the streets. Swingin my club your teeth are my tee, got blood on my hands like I killed me a G, blow smoke on the beat like I laced it with weed. THC when you fuckin with me, ain't breedin no beef cause that ain't Tippy V and if you ain't Tippy V, you should probably conceed, ya backwards man like some stink in her pink, keep my name off your lips 'fore you're fuckin extinct. Rhymes pack so much heat I'll scorch the beds of all these fiends that have the nerve to sleep on me. Straight torch your home with words i speak. This ain't a game bruh what you think? Burnin freaks in their sheets cause I don't really give a... no. Cause I don't really give a- fuck.

The Beginning - Produced by the B94 [Rough]

Produced by @beatmastaoknd
Performed/Written by @sparksacrossdarkness and @t-i-p-vicious

Rock Like This (Rough) - Produced by [beatmasta.oknd]

Titled 下衆, Japanese for 'humble person'; homage to the chemistry created between the producer and the lyrics of the artist.

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/us-46
Performed/Written by https://soundcloud.com/t-i-p-vicious


下衆 - Produced by Us。[Raw Vocals]

Original beat: https://soundcloud.com/pontociano/moonlight
Produced by https://soundcloud.com/pontociano
Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by https://soundcloud.com/persist-until-studios

Blog features: 
http://rosecransave.com/2015/06/15/t-i-p-vicious-response/#respond


Lyrics (NO BITE ZONE):

(Chorus x2)
Could we slow it back alittle? Can we keep it simple now? You're so worried bout the when you're forgetting bout the how. 

Stay focused on the now.

Well let's see- where do I begin? We were never really friends, but then again, I know of bunch dudes who're looking up to him/
And it's crazy how it ends, I bet you're probably wishing you could do it all again/
Dawg you should go and pawn your camera, start investing in some pens and investing in yourself, maybe pick some better friends?/
Got your team all in the comments making fans off your descent. Type of shit that makes me vomit, so i'll say it once again:/
Man it sucks to suck, ya ran out of luck, sadly Taskmaster, you would do it for a buck. You got sloppy like a thotty think you was in the cut./
Guess the fact had slipped your mind that you're getting big as fuck! Did you think we wouldn't notice? Well your time is surely up, was a minute in the limelight worth a lifetime in a rut?/
I'm only 23 and I'm preaching to you, but, when I see you in our city i'll take pity on you cause you must be feeling shitty, sitting in your loafers without a single think to do but- you threw away you future, better make a new one.

(Chorus x2)
Could we slow it back alittle? Can we keep it simple now? You're so worried bout the when you're forgetting bout the how. 

Stay focused on the now.

I don't event know which parts were real, and i'm not tossing shade yo, this is how I feel!

Yeah ya fucked up, ya fucked up, ya fucked the game. Yeah you fucked up, ya fucked, your chance at fame aaaand I hope you get it right next lifetime, at the right times then you might find that world is so kind- when you don't bit lines.

Let use this as a lesson. Use this a lesson. After all he's only human. We can lift the bus now.

Response - Produced by .CIAИO

A very silly yet catchy little number. I dare you to listen.

PARTY IN MY PANTS REMIX

Dubstep mix with audio from the youtube cartoon weed vs meth debate. Funny as hell sO DOWNLOAD IT AND SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE! OR YOU SUCK

Weed Vs Meth Dubstep Mix (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Living Legends- Never Fallin'

Lil Rue ft. HD [Bearfaced], Hen Sippa, Team Knoc - Six Times Three [HEAT!]

Hoodstarz -Grown Man On

Living Legends - After Hours

Sacramento lyricist and song-writer. 
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