KIRBY TYPE BEAT - YOUCANNOTSLEEPONTHIS

They don't know about my waist

Lonely Nights [DEMO]

This Year

Spittin' some venom.

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Lyrics:

Nasty

Straight venom
Nothing but the best, set it off right
with a mic check (mic check)
Like that
No sidetracks, I won’t get trapped in the cul-de-sacs
The coldest facts that you know of, ice pack & a zoloft
No love if your style jacked - if you
Wanna blend in with the pack
Take this from that -
Nothing left in to extract
Got nothing against theft, man listen
Connect the dots then insert your vision
This my mission 
no intermission 
just wish I could rid my inhibitions - like this
Freeing my mind, with a mic I’m a psychiatrist
Feeling alive when I vibe right, so I might just bust rhymes and write so many times til I fry my wrist
But

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You’ve got a stolen I.D.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea

Straight venom
When I’m gonna hit em.
Every second depends on the rhythm
I’m switching it up
Just an eruption
Or killing spree
I mix the madness with villainy
Listen & get on my vibe - like
This is that shit that your mind - might
Really get into, the time’s right
All about now fuck the hind-sight

Fasten your seat, this is an acid trip,
I be so wavy you can’t micromanage it,
tip of the top on the top of the trash heap shit
I be so classy but still I’m the nastiest

Who got the style & is like me
(No-one)
Everyone taking it lightly
Most tryna to boast I suppose that it’s likely
If not that, I don’t know what it might be
(So)

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You got a stolen i.d.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea

Nasty

1st mix of the track. Still needs some tweaking, also needs improved vocals recorded in a studio vocal booth, and it's not yet mastered.
But nevertheless, if you don't get hooked by the bass line,...
  you need to see a doctor!     ;)

Mindless Consumption

MINDLESS CONSUMPTION

BLADE-1917 145

COBRA 172

This is the 8th track of my upcoming debut album ARRIVAL, hope you enjoy!

Lyrics by Leslie Baker
Beat by Leslie Baker

Lyrics:

Leslie Baker - Where they at?

Where they at
I know they want it stat
I put ‘em on the tubes
Copycats B-flat
I know they ‘bout the lean
Me, I like a little fat
They wanna know the meaning
No, I’m too mean for that

Last time it was a pastime
But I headed back to class
Like a mad scientist just I’m
Not about the fast rhymes
About blasting the tech nine
That’s kinda asinine

But I do wanna do something with it
Too musical soon I’ll be wicked
Cuz the lyrics I craft
This shit is exact
I trap ‘em, I trap ‘em
On tracks make it happen

Just getting my fill
The villainous feeling
Can’t get enough still
I never sit still
I never get over the fact
That the facts that I spit
Are like bricks
That I built:
Just a fraction of it

And despite all my spite
I been feeling
Like maybe I be one in a million

With these hard
Sick sweet bars
Whipped cream
No I never miss these marks
Narcisstic arson
I cause sparks
Going down fax 
on wax
Candlebars
In fact I’m
Too hot to handle
And so
I don’t use a pencil
Shit is all mental

At heart a part meant
for the audience else
All of this bar shit fall flat
So...

Where they at
I hope they want it stat
I’ll put ‘em on the tubes
Copycats B-flat
I know they ‘bout the lean
Me I like a little fat
They wanna know the meaning
No, I’m too mean for that

Yeah

Check out my songs to see me
Cuz all these songs complete me
Like a jigsaw that is sonical
I’m on that shit which you cannot be fucking with

On this
Honest, this is monstrous
Underwater myth
You can call me Loch Ness
Hit em with shots
Like the ones I blew
Like your doctors’ appointments
Fell through
I’m nauseous

Sickness & stones
Running through my bones
Scatterbrained, afraid I can’t stick to the point
Wait... what...

Sickness & stones
Straight through my joints
When I coin sentences
Pencilcase on point
I coin cents and this pencil
Case in point
But when the bass hits your face 
I guess you’ll make some noise

But still I’m here
Get it crystal clear
Spiting images like I’m staring into a mirror
It’s kinda sad
You be quitting this for that
Spitting wild fire tracks
Matter fact now I’m like
Where they at?

Where They At?

The 4th track of my upcoming debut album ARRIVAL, about battling low morale and believing in yourself in the face of adversity.

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Lyrics:

Lately I don’t know anymore
Got no direction to go
My soul is telling me I’m supposed to step forward
And have to step on it cuz accidents happen, act like you know
I might be wasting my time, creating craziest rhymes & rhyme schemes, though as my mind please, that’s what I’m doing
People gaming, staying inside, we always finetuning
But the tune is never fine, and we do this every night
Always hide behind the “soons”, “something to do” & all the lies
But ay
We all people, we all need something to make our feet go
& the journey never done
Always something next to come
It’s just a sequel
So best not to run
Or stress to mess up
I can’t stress that enough
Just
Let it unfold, that’s how I saw it first
But now I’m getting older & I’ve learned that
You can’t stress your shit, hope for the best or try to make the best of it
But if you really want something
Go for it, don’t run from it

Not anymore, not anymore
I’m done with people telling me to just take it slow
Sick of people saying that I’ve reached a KO
Cuz I’ll be OK man, either way it go
And I don’t know if I was made for this, playfulness, everyday I wish that I could know.
Never be leaving my belief in my dream
But knowing? No I don’t

Lately I don’t know anymore
What am I doing it for?
I feel as stupid as a junior, before
I was making these tracks, beats packed with heat, sweet facts, liquorish, but is it actually me?
Felt like art’s extraordinary, really tells who you are
But it also feels so arbitrary now, just look at the stars
And if I ain’t got guts, I know I’ll never lose heart
Everybody wants you to listen to their vision, I’m too smart
It’s a couple of pains, cuz that’s who I am. Lately feel like I’m the same, as everyone else. And I just can’t take it no more.
But I can’t stress my shit, hoping for the best so I can make the best of it. And yeah I really want something. So f*ck what they say, I won’t run from it

Not anymore, not anymore
I’m done with people telling me to just take it slow
Sick of people saying that I’ve reached a KO
Cuz I’ll be OK man, either way it go
And I don’t know if I was made for this, playfulness, everyday I wish that I could know.
Never be leaving, my belief in my dream
But knowing? No I don’t

Lately

Leslie Baker. Rapper, producer, beatboxer.

Nasty

Leslie Baker

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