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w/ Scarlett -Silver Lining

Ao pé dos de vista apurada
E de saber quase profundo
Nós normais não somos nada
E estamos a mais no mundo.
Mas conhecer a razão
Dos que falam por falar
É já saber que eles estão
Algo fora do lugar.
Ensina quem aprendeu
Ninguém mais pode ensinar
É dos livros, penso eu
E não me devo enganar.
Quem pensa no cérebro ter
Um saber de nada feito
Acorda ao amanhecer
Com todo o saber desfeito.
(Poema por João dos Santos Ferreira)

~Drop~

Quando pego na folha em branco - e escrevo sempre até não mais
Que esta vida é para ser cantada - animais racionais 
Aos que cantam à toa - com este beat por perto
Mais que ser inteligente - por vezes o bom é ser esperto
Intelecto apenas forte - saberes da estrada
E uma vida de confrontos - e isso não vale nada?
Segue a rua da saudade - deixa em terra quem passa
É um fado comum a todos - então venha a nós a desgraça

Nada somos se não "o tal" na parede - isso perturba
Nada somos se não "o mal" - que se encontra - em cada curva
Absurdo - levo a vida - mas deixo nada por escrever 
Eu sou só aquele "brother" - que sempre soube vencer
Vamos a ver - e tu queres ver - e esta é a cena tampouco
Serei eu o maior louco - na procura por dar troco
Se invento a cena - "again" - é porque assim sai mais "fat"
Venha Trance - venha Hip hop - se eu sinto synths Synth Rap

~Psy808~

Venha Trance e alegria - venha Hip hop em bom tempo
Seja eu aquele que sente - aquele que amassa o evento
Sempre atento - nesta beat - que é bem mais calma e assim
Leva a mim - a ver o fim - deste infinito jardim
O Éden é mesmo aqui - creio eu e sou são
É um farsa de viver bem - é mesmo assim - porque então
Razão - calma e crua – é isso que o espírito come
E mata a sede - mata a preguiça - mata a burrice - mata a fome

Mil memórias do que fui - não tenho pena de nada
Essa estória que sonhámos - projeta-a na estrada
Vã glória do que foi - um projeto bem mais noiado
Nasci contra o sistema - é o meu fado doce fado
Esse mais que entrelaçado - deixou-me um ritmo banal
Mas a synth que range a par - essa é só genial
Cabisbaixo - comum mortal - talvez venha a ser um dia
A regra de hoje - é como sempre - manter a alma sadia

~Psy808~

Synth Rap

[Written by Jeremiah Lofton]

[Intro:]

Rorschack

[Chorus:]

On my own

I'ma king

Like a God

Imaging

Love that cash

I'ma feen

From the back

She a queen 

Got her ass

With a ring

On the phone

Fuck you mean

I'm the one, not the two

Counting cheese

Fuck you mean

Nigga please

[Verse:]

Nigga please, I'm the one with the Prego

Ballin' on 'em like I'm O.J Mayo

And I brought the trees, light the blunt as we lay low

Gotta stack these chips like I play LEGO 

Tell a hater please

Get up off of deez

Nigga bag back

I'm these bitches dream

Hook 'em like Kareem, as I take off

Knocked it out the park, like it's baseball

Hustled for the bling, man these boys soft

That bitch want a ring, so I missed her call

Ayy, ayy, so I missed her call

That bitch want a ring, so I- (Look)

I'm FINE$$A WILLIAM$ baby

My first words, "pay me"

My grandmomma raised me

She taught me people shady

Yeah, she taught me people shady

She taught me (Ayy, look)

[Chorus:]

On my own

I'ma king

Like a God

Imaging

Love that cash

I'ma feen

From the back

She a queen 

Got her ass

With a ring

On the phone

Fuck you mean

I'm the one, not the two

Counting cheese

Fuck you mean

Nigga please



NIGGA PLEASE // FINE$$A WILLIAM$ [PRODUCED BY BLACKRORSCHACK]

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Pretty Green [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

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Living in the shadow of the elder brother. Tragically, brother will remain unequalled for eternity because he died young.

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Nothing Makes Fun Anymore

For the Weekend Warriors
Lyrics - J Giordano
Production/Mixing/Mastering/Engineer - Zer0
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Verse 1:
It's Friday night and the drinks are flowin'
Folks gettin' tipsy, their mouths start goin'
Sayin' things that don't make a lick of sense
Like "I swear I'm sober" and "I'm not that dense"

Chorus:
Oh the weekend warriors are out tonight
Gettin' sloshed and startin' fights
Liquid courage fuelin' their beer muscles
Actin' the fool like a bunch of knuckleheads

Verse 2:
"I can outdrink anyone!" slurs Jim with a grin
As he stumbles and spills his whiskey and gin
"I'm not even drunk!" claims Sue as she falls
While Bob mumbles something 'bout his truck and his dog
(Break)

Chorus:
Oh the weekend warriors are out tonight
Gettin' sloshed and startin' fights
Liquid courage fuelin' their beer muscles
Actin' the fool like a bunch of knuckleheads

Extended chorus from the dance floor to the parking lot
Their drunken antics just can't be stopped
Makin' bad decisions they'll surely regret
When the hangover hits and they're all in debt

Oh the weekend warriors went hard last night
Now they're payin' the price for their party life
But you know they'll do it all again next week
'Cause a cold one with the boys is all they seek

For the Weekend Warriors

Written and produced by Jay Dubex

Production by STORM

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