Popstar you’re on the way up , Try rapping

broo this is soooooo groovyyyy!!! I love it !!!

love the ambience in the track keep that up fr fr

very interesting work. sounds pretty good. :)

Great song I am looking forward to hearing more

Live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse. Nice trick Bobby The words and the melody are polar opposittes. You’re are the best. 

ATTXCHED (PROD. BY MXSXN)

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Produced by Kid Ocean

Lyric video here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGyMxqhPGCU

I hope this gives you motivation,

Plenty more coming after this!

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Always Gonna Keep On

Stream/Lyric Video

Always Gonna Keep On (Prod. by Kid Ocean)

Pommi3 x K33L3R - Touch Of Lust (Prod.Cashoutbernard)

SadSack

I lost this freestyle while I was lost freestyling.
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To break me down
Gotta be holdin a straight pound
You movin weight now?
Muhfucka its a shakedown, extortionist
One love to the unfortunate
Any babies they abortin it
They’ll grow into metamorphosis
Who contorted the script, lemme know
I’ll be recordin that shit, cast away
These the last days, the end times
Express in a rhyme
They needa be lettin me shine
A benevolent mind wit no rhetoric inside
No storybook, witness glory of a crook
Said they’d implore me, but they shook
Iight look...
No need for alarm
I ain’t come to conspire harm
But excuse the firearm
Destruction desire is gone
Let’s rebuild, keep it trill
I’m climbing a steep hill
Get the elite killed, preheat a drill
And I fiend for the bills
Like I was schemin on pills
Take me to rehab after this ten LSD tabs
Let me get the weed back
My bars need to be 3 Stacks
So I keep a rap & a heater as an OutKast
But I need to showcase, closed gates
Arrive back wit no case
Somebody left wit a broken face
Unrecognizable, who woulda let em ride thru
Any of the gangs that’s tied to you
I’m tried and true, ain’t got a crew
But I’ll plot wit a few, prolly plottin on you..
The devil laughs, isolated the better half
Stolen Tesla, let it just crash
Atleast I’ll be dead wit some cash
You might find it rough, I’m straight raw
You a designer drug
As my wrist grinds the cuffs
I think most police are grimy as fuck
Reform it, don’t let it live dormant
And don’t be shocked when a storm hit
Been years they gave you the warnin
Can’t linger long enough to bring the wrong love, what would it cost us? Muthafucka get crossed up
Branded for life
Don’t gotta examine the knife
Before I jam it in ya windpipe
Since a kid, I ain’t been right
Maybe why I left
Or there’s blood by the steps
Whatchu tryna flex, when I rhyme the best
Plus I’m primed for a threat
Load a clip and line ya set
For those wit ears to hear
As well as whoever wants to see it clear
Facing an unknown fear, vacant mind
See a couple spots open
Won’t learn till you knocked in a coma
Sit on the sofa, what if the shrink suggest
To pop bottles & drink till I’m dead
These thoughts ringin thru my head
Don’t bother to bring me the meds
Wish me well even if you know
I’ll be sittin in hell... Maybe rise above it
Or die from it, out the sky to a plummet
Fuck you, why is you judging
Like you a higher judgement
The court of Christ?
Nobody know me like a recording mic
.....
Sift thru the fog, written bars a Michelin star
Its only cuz I give it my all
And we fly from the caterpillar
The rap is illa, subtract the skrilla
After the Mac kills ya
In the army jacket
You pussies is target practice
Would record & snuff it, but fuck it
Fuck it...

Lost Freestyle (prod. by Statik Selektah)

While I was finishing this song, two people completely unrelated to each other and without prompting commented how AnsonianThunder seems to be influenced by Frank Zappa.  

In honor of this synchronicity, I decided to name this song after the greatest line of prose ever written. “He sniffed the reeking buns of angels” is a line from Zappa’s “Broken Hearts are for Assholes”. A song that is not only a timeless story and tear-jerker about a demented crossdresser named Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf, but also a polemic to all pussy-ass bitches who have and will incarnate throughout the time and space we as fellow humans all share. 

I leave you with this. In these trying times, do not forget the sentiments espoused by Zappa in “Broken Hearts are for Assholes”. Go forth and “Ram it, Ram it, Ram it in the Poop Chute. Cornhole.”

The Reeking Buns of Angels

Descarga Gratis ésta versión En Vivo de nuestro nuevo sencillo "Inevitable", grabada, mezclada y masterizada en nuestra casa durante la cuarentena, para ti.
 
Download for free this Live Session of our new single "Inevitable", recorded, mixed and mastered in our home studio during quarantine, for you.

Inevitable

Inevitable [Free Download]

Watch the music video! https://youtu.be/tOuc4iDPgYs 
Lyrics
Rules On Our Six 
BPM = 128   © Bobby Martinez, PopDimension, Heartlove Music, ASCAP
Intro

Oh-oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh-oh oh
Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh

Chorus (see below)

Verse 1:

We do whatever we want 
Cuz we forever be young
Just be ourselves
Livin’ hard is on our twelve
We wear whatever we please
Yeah screw the fashion police 
Get high on risk
Don’t need no psychiatrist

Oh-oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh-oh oh 
Gonna party ‘till what’s wrong is right
Yeah we boostin’ that sweet Ferrari
Take it for a jo- oy ride tonight

Chorus:

Let’s go we pumpin’ way up hot in the mix
Come on let’s get it leave the rules on our six
Tonight we dressin’ like we gonna turn tricks
Come on let’s get it leave the rules on our six

Verse 2:

We goin’ clubbin’ tonight
Got micro minis on tight
We blowin’ up 
Clubs be burnin’ when we done
We’ll hit some lovers for fun
Then throw ‘em under the bus
There are no rules
Following is just for fools
  
Oh-oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh-oh oh
Gonna shake it ‘till the mornin’ light
Keep the boys on your 3 and nine
Take one for a jo- oy ride tonight


Chorus 2: (Repeat chorus)

Bridge:

We gonna jump our lane
We lit the flame
Cuz ev’rything’s for the taking
We’ll tear the norms apart
We comin’ hard 
Cuz rules are only for breaking

Chorus 3 (repeat chorus)

Rules On Our Six

Bobby Martinez

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