Murder Some Rednecks (Prod. MurkyWater Beats)

"All the Loot' beat produced by KLASSIC at BrainStorm Beat Files!

BrainStorm Beat Files Vol.5

ALL the Loot

"Chaos" Beat produced by KLASSIC at BrainStorm Beat Files

Chaos

Horizon (Travellers Edition)

"Majestic" Beat produced by @klassic_da_don at BrainStorm Beat Files

Majestic

"Lucid" Beat produced by @klassic_da_don at BeainStorm Beat Files

Lucid

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is ill die in the sepia flow by dj whitesmith

rough lyrics

ill never die ill never stop theyll never pin me down, locked up but not found we still forgot itll never show you the way, they'll take a slow pace less action but always backin up the tracks with facts in what you say this paths a hard road for one to never sway, its seems to lead the paved cobbled grey covered in blood this harsh loves penetrates a deep stain, a satin blue hue to view cracks through mixed up but still loose pieced together within broken shards i dont know you. i put the sculpture back together n molded nothing new to loose
we3 fused together each night and then we wake to morning dew, searching for lifes clues, it shall still keep us
guessing always stressing the pressing up top the fucking boulder to shoulder this culture then tryn holster to busting bullets they always itching to pull it, they foolin nobody today, this way there's not a spark to pursue
just let us paint now in the vivid pictures we choose, life aint worth living if theres no color to include
so ill add you

im still a kid and my god somehow i didnt ever wana live cut off trees roots hid, hes blue and beat through, so used to mixed emotions the people coming and going these chosen moments of wholeness cracked wide open, i aint joking, often the tip of my smoking them bad boys blowin gats again, my friends in the end youll never learn turn the cheek its another good spot to rearrange your insane thoughts please try to think clearly wash em down the sink, hear these bad tones 
they sewn the heart back shown from a mummy in a tomb consume the broken home and let hope rise again instead of the end of them because trends dont span the test of time redefine the rhyme scheme to please a league of people less interesting than me, we make believe out of thin air catch this disappear ran outa moonlight as wee stare into the soft eyes reprised in delight the line shines as it bekons us a new day, its time for a new way.

we live -- ill die in the sepia flow -- DJ Whitesmith -- layyzz rap edit

Voix de Martin Sheen extraite d'Apocalypse Now

Waiting For A Mission

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LYRICS:

“How could you ever be proud of yourself?”
“I’ve never been prouder.”

Rolling too deep, with a pack full of muds
I got cross-eyed faded, hit her back with a buzz
Thats a 2 time grammy, when I’m under-feeling love
In a Memphis sample, chop it up, it a cut

Cuttin' mob ties, god five, separate the blood
Red veins bleed blue, does that make me ‘merica?
Cause the white bleed blue, now my soul indigo, pack the-
Purple in da pipe, now we smokin’ da indica

40oz, Johnny Dang, rolling with da contraband
Gucci umbrella, for when her tears getting out her face
Human race, the only race, where you can get a fucking stake
And stab my heart, hope insurance can cover the blood stains

Depths of this pit, just making me laugh
Got 40 psycho exes covering ‘merican maps
I’ma love when they discover the merit of facts
Memories linger like you a ghost in the past

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds
(2x)

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red-

-

As hollow as tree’s do, might see what the keef do
I’m labeled as crazy, point fingers at you too
I ain’t concerned at the plot at what she do-
Tears full of cheating, does she know that we knew?

I might go wax on the pen, off Miyagi
I am too high to accept your apology
Eyes getting glassy, I know you ain’t sorry
Dead-beat bitch, I ain’t pray to a phoney-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

Graveyard shift workin' 9 to a 5
I don't need percocet's, cause the weed do fine 
Perci' to perci-seconds, I feel a major high 
I've been running too long, now my spirit don't fly

I see no future, casino my mutual 
Fearing the cure and I, drink at my funeral 
Holes in they head while they eatin' their cereal 
The cross upside down, cause the feeling is mutual

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red...

-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

ONLY ONE TIME

🅂🄿🄾🅃🄸🄵🅈

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀

iwannaknow

2:58 AM (Club Mix)

small town rap for the quiet mind. i do this for fun.
yt--------- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvtX5fyY1VFMxPPYDSnvHkA/videos

we live -- ill die in the sepia flow -- DJ Whitesmith -- layyzz rap edit

layyzz

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