Name: Dust on the Snowfall by 3fam_DeeJay
Duration: 2 min 15 s
Description: One of my older songs I worked on with a friend! Electric guitar gave me cowboy vibes but then I got into piano and went musical.

Weird Steez!

Lyrics:

Attention,
Ladies and gentlemen
You are about to witness,
An outlaw moment,
Momentum shifts,
Got em on the fritz,
But I lock on,
Never stop rolling,
Heel turn like I'm Seth Rollins,
Make em shout out,
Never stop calling,
I'm on the tip top,
Never stop balling,
They hem and haw,
But I keep mauling,

They on the run like the Plague Dogs,
Cause they get sick from my ill lines,
Can't go toe to toe,
Blow to blow,
Cause I got bars and bars,
When it's showtime
Constantly dropping these hard rhymes,
My words correspond and harmonize,
Been a baby face all my life,
So fuck you bitches it's go time,

If you wanna track my pace,
Need a radar gun,
Cause my rapping rate goes exponentially,
Drop more shit in just one year,
Than any of you bums would wish in a century,
Cause I'm a man of passion,
Got a firey heart,
Jess told me Get Action!,
And it lit the spark,
So I stand atop,
This stack of cards
Life hit me with the beat,
Now I'm supercharged!

They on the run like the Plague Dogs,
Cause they get sick from my ill lines,
Can't go toe to toe,
Blow to blow,
Cause I got bars and bars,
When it's showtime
Constantly dropping these hard rhymes,
My words correspond and harmonize,
Been a baby face all my life,
So fuck you bitches it's go time,

10 feet deep in the graveyard,
But I'm the ghost writer,
For your favorite rapper,
Walking dead,
Call an exorcist,
But I'll persist till your soul is captured,
Filling up Azura's star,
With the fading shades of basic bars,
Grim reaper and I'm exemplar,
Of lyricism,
And I spit to spar,

No chorus yet,
Like a corset,
I constrict proportions,
Not orderly,
I'm on a slaying spree,
That's why no one looks up to me,
I'm badder than you imagine you could ever be,
And madder than a hatter over a cup of tea,
Genteel real heel,
See my villainy,
Small budget act,
But on the silver screen,

Switch up the flow,
But they don't care,
So I'll win em back to back,
Like I'm Ric Flair,
Nature boy,
Au naturel
Lay em bare,
And lay em out,
Thrill em when I win all these countless bouts,
No conscious rap,
Just constant shouts,
Spill my guts everywhere till I'm accomplished,
Accomplish beating these sad louts,

They on the run like the Plague Dogs,
Cause they get sick from my ill lines,
Can't go toe to toe,
Blow to blow,
Cause I got bars and bars,
When it's showtime
Constantly dropping these hard rhymes,
My words correspond and harmonize,
Been a baby face all my life,
So fuck you bitches it's go time,

(Seth Rollins)

Attention,
Ladies and gentlemen
You are about to witness,
An outlaw moment,
Momentum shifts,
Got em on the fritz,
But I lock on,
Never stop rolling,
Heel turn like I'm Seth Rollins,
Make em shout out,
Never stop calling,
I'm on the tip top,
Never stop balling,
They hem and haw,
But I keep mauling,


Heel Turn

Lyrics:

Cream of the crop,
Macho Man Randy Savage,
King of the ring,
Narcissist,
Might just leave your bitch ravaged,
Got that noided roid rage,
Smacking shit when I'm on stage,
Not dandruff in my hair,
It's a pound of [redacted]

Tag team man,
But I don't need no assists,
So many taps I got from you,
They should call ya Ms. Elizabeth,
Ay,
All it takes is a little bit,
But I go a long way,
Get around,
Y'all ain't shit at this,

I cutting up them promos,
The way most dicing up a snack,
No script,
But I'm killing it,
Give the damn suits a heart attack,
Perfectionist direction,
Yeah I perfected this profession,
Take one look at my progression,
Provoking ruthless aggression,

Yeah I'm a muscle man,
But I don't need to flex to be the best,
Scoring so many perfect goes,
That I practically wrote the test,
Never taking a rest,
To stay better than the rest,
Wanna try then be my guest,
Be like Superfly-
Arrested,

Call me overstated,
I'd say you overstayed your graces,
I just over play my cadence,
Better than Hogan,
I ain't racist,
Cause this fully whole game,
Is chalk full-
Of masochists and sadists,
But I'm not angry,
They're just gracious,
That they can bathe all in my greatness,

(Hook)

(Oh yeah)
Motherfuckers wanna rumble,
But I'm the king,
Straight royalty,
When we face off,
They mumble,
Bet your ass is in trouble,
When I hash these rebuttals,
I'll smack you to puddles,
That's just how the cookie crumbles,

(Oh yeah)
MACHO MAN IN YA BOO THANG,
BOILING HOT,
THINK MY BARS A JACUZZI,
Never take one off,
No breaks,
Just how I do things,
Better step back before you see how my mood swings,
Bitch...

Macho Mix Randy Songvage (prod. fireskies)

Lyrics:

As I improve my craft,
I'm trapped in a time loop,
So focused on aesthetics,
Tryna emulate MF DOOM,
No meaning to my music,
No vulnerability to see,
Behind the cloak of a character,
That somewhat resembles me,
In reality I'm pathetic,
A talentless hack cretin,
Put out some music and instantly regret it,
I'd stand by my words if I really said and meant it,
But now I'll peel back the veil:
Now presenting my ending

Cut the shit,
Try to be a little genuine,
I've had enough of that,
Need to be a little less sensitive,
If you wanna come to the show and spit in my direction,
Then I welcome you,
Just part of my daily regimen,
I don't make art,
I make forgeries of lessons,
Then sit back, relax,
And act like it's impressive,
My discog pockmarked by trashy faux aggression,
The possibilities are endless,
I just need to present it,

My braggadocio is something like a shield,
Irony my dark cloak,
At least that's how I feel,
To begin at a venture as competitive as rap,
You gotta fake confidence even if your product is crap,
Hence my ideology in putting out these songs,
If I put up a happy face,
Then I'll never go wrong,
And yet I'm unfulfilled,
Drowning in melodrama,
I'll try to be real,
And if you don't like it...
Fair enough,

Cut the shit,
Try to be a little genuine,
I've had enough of that,
Need to be a little less sensitive,
If you wanna come to the show and spit in my direction,
Then I welcome you,
Just part of my daily regimen,
I don't make art,
I make forgeries of lessons,
Then sit back, relax,
And act like it's impressive,
My discog pockmarked by trashy faux aggression,
The possibilities are endless,
I just need to present it,


I Don't Make Art

Lyrics:

I've been here long enough,
Through dark times,
Through rough spots,
I've been known to take time,
To march off,
To gather thoughts,
I've been known to pack bags,
Instead of shaping up,
Talent's my crutch,
I've been known to cave in,
Landslide,
Fantasize,
But at the end of the day I've only got una vida,
One match,
One life,
Two rumbles,
One shot,
One chance to shine before I drop,
Hearts broken,
Shows stopped,
Found my damn smile amid scarlet rot,
Found my damn mind,
After running amok,
I kick hard,
Like a young buck,

Call shots,
Make songs,
Beat stars like Radahn,
Reverse,
But keep on,
Release,
And right wrongs,
Write verses,
Then swerve left,
Topple hurdles that ain't even been seen yet,
Look ahead,
Take five,
Then take off,
And have pride,

I'm the only one with the power,
To make dreams,
To burn hours,
I'm the only with the moxie,
To shift the paradigm like Jon Moxley,
Connection's spotty,
Opps are haughty,
How I move so smoove when I'm built stocky?
Brick shithouse that i embody,
I'm a island of man,
Waters get rocky,

Poprock Symphony (prod. 3fam Deejay)

One of my older songs I worked on with a friend! Electric guitar gave me cowboy vibes but then I got into piano and went musical.

Dust on the Snowfall

Lyrics:

I'm back like Dustin Poirer knocking out Saint Denis,
Though I'm in that top position,
Never pulling guillotines,
No man is an island,
Archipelago for a team,
In my own division,
Might just need my own league,

Sup motherfucker?
Call me Himbo Slice,
Spent a year growing a beard,
Now ain't nothing nice,
Found the inner me,
The enemy,
Shit is T.U.F.
Feel the jealousy,
No patching up,
Ima let it seep,
Got paint on my chest,
Spelling "Just Bleed"
I just see,
This industry,
Needs a champ,
Ima sew and reap,

My flow is so Haram,
But I've been getting halal,
Barach atah Adonai,
Above them all,
Had no choice at all,
I'm between failing and falling,
Fuck fading to embers,
I'm gonna go out balling,

(Chorus)

I'm the man that your X-C
That Young Buck,
That's just too elite,
That Young hunk,
In the driver's seat
I'm that real man,
Not effete,

Fuck an Alpha Male,
On that Dom Cruz,
Y'all frail got egos,
Just begging to bruise,
So insecure,
Need to cut loose,
To mask your image issues,
Y'all blast juice,

Sakuraba,
Don't throw hands,
I wristlock,
And pop shoulders,
I pop necks,
As I grow older,
Gaethje flow,
Knock out molars,

Matter of fact,
Smack em to the Max like Holloway,
Hollow tip lyrics,
Are shooting like a double leg,

Ain't the BMF,
I'm making a claim,
On the one true title,
To make the hall of fame,
Fuck that power ranger belt,
Fade like a hairline,
Put out songs,
Then disappear like Malaysia airlines,

(Chorus)





Himbo Slice

Lyrics:

Flow like Dracula,
Fangs macking immaculate,
March to the beat of my own snare,
And knuckles cracking,
Ardently heartless,
The darkest rapscallion,
The silly scallywag dastardly dilly dallying,

Constantly hit em with tongue twisters to the drum rhythm,
I zigzag exactly to the demise of the competition,
Serial monogamist,
Hugging on my bad bitch,
Also like Andy,
Kyokushin with an axe kick,

Or Arman,
In Charlie's guard,
Dropping bombs,
Ain't a point fighter,
I tap em out,
While keeping calm,
Will-i-am
Word to my mom,
Gave me my name,
And the brain that writes these songs,

Sound the alarm,
Ima rock it till the cash gone,
Stupid fly from the satin jacket to the ascot,
What your ass got?
I.O.U's and you own nothing,
Filler songs less substantive than turkey stuffing,

Take off the gloves fore' you're carried on a gurney,
Snuck in full of heart,
And made off like Bernie,
Akiyama,
Leave the competition burning,
Or roll like Rhaegar,
Win the whole tourney,

At any cadence,
I'm dangerous for pages,
Poking holes like a sabre into the hearts of these plagiarists,
The favorite,
Strong like a fragrance,
Ain't a genius but lyrics far from brainless,

Who wrote what for who?
I stand on my own pen,
It's mightier than swords,
To those who bother listening,
Game, set, match
Foul and flagrant,
Way I'm up in these heads,
You'd think I should pay rent,

Axe Kick

Lyrics:

Chased on through the main street,
Torch and pitch fork in hands,
Searchlights peer and beckon,
But they can't comprehend,
I flap my wings in fury,
Sending wind all through the land,
Through the light, my piercing eyes,
I'm known as the Mothman,
So go and-

(Flap, flap, flap,)
I'm a fly on the wall
(Flap, flap, flap,)
But above it all,
(Flap, flap, flap,)
A pyrite mine!
My philosopher's stone will change the tide so-
(Flap, flap, flap,)
I have the gold,
In cahoots with Indrid Cold,
(Flap, flap, flap,)
Across the moor,
Wind will carry my floating ore-

I arrived at a point most pleasant,
Took part in their county fair,
Counterfeit my images and leave me stone and bare,
I drowned all in the deluge,
Downpour, discount, despair,
My fairest art,
My brittle heart,
Could not fully bear,
So I slashed out all the tires,
Wore a coat of black ringed mail,
Humored sadistic sycophants,
Made my nest on a bed of nails,

(Flap, flap, flap,)
I'm a fly on the wall
(Flap, flap, flap,)
But above it all,
(Flap, flap, flap,)
A pyrite mine!
My philosopher's stone will change the tide so-
(Flap, flap, flap,)
I have the gold,
In cahoots with Indrid Cold,
(Flap, flap, flap,)
Across the moor,
Wind will carry my floating ore-

I reached the end of my tale,
On a bridge of weak wrought iron,
My ire it did gain that day,
So I cast it to the fire,

Dust on the Snowfall

3fam_DeeJay

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