Here's the vid.
(Still iffy on the "hook" but I just wanted something to go over Rihanna's part but whatevs)
You are, oh you said it you are
Are what, what's with the stutt-ar
Yeah, you know I see ya
Clownin' like on Hee-Haw
So I can call you Caesar?
I'm thinkin' not brah
But you call me the czar
You know when I'm rollin' in my car
Yeah I got my shades on, but you know I'm still lookin' hard
Livin' life right now, while you livin' off very far
Far from reality
But this is actuality
If you want to come back, leave your current mentality
Before you suffer a fatality
Or perhaps a flawless victory
Take a step back, maybe then you will see
I tried to remain in a state of neutrality
But you've pushed my morality
To a state of informality
No longer formal
No longer normal
Now just lyrical brutality
Brutally honest, Honestly brutal
Any attempt at respect, to me, seems to be futile
[Chorus]
One more time, here I am
One more time, here we go
What we doin' gettin' money
What we doin' makin' dough
Can't forget where I'm from
Can't forget my home
I'mma ask for one thing
Listen close and take note
So note me, note us
Take notice, how we rock the bus
Bump us out all the cars
From here to very far
Even on the planes, trains, and automobiles
PhatWood and DP signin' them record deals
Life so glamorous, it seems surreal
So real, livin' life to the max, ya'll know how I feel
*stuck here for now, will keep at it*
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Remove The Head or Destroy the Brain (Zombie Rap 2)
*all zombie raps have been made without a beat thus far and flow is subject to change*
You've got to, remove the head or destroy the brain
Burn the bodies and end this pain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
A well aimed shot to keep them dead
Remove the head or destroy the brain
You know I won't stop 'til they've all been slain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
I've got to stop this plague and end this dread
My wife and child are dead, but there's no time to cry
You ate my their brains, now I feel you must die
I'll put a bullet in your head, shoot you in the face
I will kill you first, then the whole zombie race
"Die you zombie fuckers", is what I say
As I travel by night, and survive by day
Now the whole world is praying, sitting on their knees
They are lookin' to God, but God's lookin' to me
The undead bastards are the bane of my existence
Some call me obsessed but I call it persistence
Just remember to remove the head, or destroy the brain
Don't stop killing, til every zombie's been slain
Pop it in the head, get down, lie low
One zombie down, a few million to go
A never-ending battle, I fear will last forever
But for the sake of the world, I must endeavor
Now make your decision, and you better make it right
CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER! Thriller night
Will you save the world, or will you run for you life
Cause I'm sick of the walking dead, this is for the walking alive
(Chorus)
You've got to, remove the head or destroy the brain
Burn the bodies and end this pain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
A well aimed shot to keep them dead
Remove the head or destroy the brain
You know I won't stop 'til they've all been slain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
I've got to stop this plague and end this dread
You've got to, remove the head or destroy the brain
Burn the bodies and end this pain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
A well aimed shot to keep them dead
Remove the head or destroy the brain
You know I won't stop 'til they've all been slain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
I've got to stop this plague and end this dread
My wife and child are dead, but there's no time to cry
You ate my their brains, now I feel you must die
I'll put a bullet in your head, shoot you in the face
I will kill you first, then the whole zombie race
"Die you zombie fuckers", is what I say
As I travel by night, and survive by day
Now the whole world is praying, sitting on their knees
They are lookin' to God, but God's lookin' to me
The undead bastards are the bane of my existence
Some call me obsessed but I call it persistence
Just remember to remove the head, or destroy the brain
Don't stop killing, til every zombie's been slain
Pop it in the head, get down, lie low
One zombie down, a few million to go
A never-ending battle, I fear will last forever
But for the sake of the world, I must endeavor
Now make your decision, and you better make it right
CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER! Thriller night
Will you save the world, or will you run for you life
Cause I'm sick of the walking dead, this is for the walking alive
(Chorus)
You've got to, remove the head or destroy the brain
Burn the bodies and end this pain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
A well aimed shot to keep them dead
Remove the head or destroy the brain
You know I won't stop 'til they've all been slain
Destroy the brain, or remove the head
I've got to stop this plague and end this dread
Friday, July 17, 2009
Zombie Rap
*all zombie raps have been made without a beat thus far and flow is subject to change*
Now don't go outside, don't go out there
There's a zombie waitin', now are y'all scared?
He'll eat your brain and pull out your hair
Rip off your flesh 'til your bones are bare
Jam his hand, straight in your stomach
Then down to the ground, you will plummet
He'll begin to feast on your insides
And you'll scream and yell, cause you'll still be alive
You should have listened to me, when i said
"Shoot his zombie ass, in his zombie ass head!"
But you didn't listen, no, you fucked around instead
Now your ass is zombie food, and you lookin' pretty dead
And you better hope, for my sake and yours
You best not come back, cause then of course
I'll have to waste a bullet on ya ass, but I can't waste no more
Hey look over there, there's a house I see
And I hope no zombies are watchin' me
Cause its gettin' kinda late, and I'm gettin' kinda tired
It's gettin' kinda dark, and I'd like to sleep
With my gun cocked and ready & hangin' by my side
I open up the door and I go inside
And gee I hope this is a good place to hide
So I start to snoop, and have a look around
I creep so quiet, without a single sound
There's blood on the walls and blood on the ground
I search each room but no one is found
I hear something downstairs, like a window shatter
But I know it ain't Santa Claus makin' that clatter
So I check my clip and I check it twice
And I pray to the Almighty, Jesus Christ
To help me through this, and help me fight
To guide my bullets, and set my sights
Cause I'm gonna be in for one hell of a night
Then I realize & it comes to me
The man of my prayers, the Big JC
The man who lived and died, only to come back ZOMBIE-FIED!!!
He lived and died and rose from the dead..... shit, Imma just put a bullet in my head.
Now don't go outside, don't go out there
There's a zombie waitin', now are y'all scared?
He'll eat your brain and pull out your hair
Rip off your flesh 'til your bones are bare
Jam his hand, straight in your stomach
Then down to the ground, you will plummet
He'll begin to feast on your insides
And you'll scream and yell, cause you'll still be alive
You should have listened to me, when i said
"Shoot his zombie ass, in his zombie ass head!"
But you didn't listen, no, you fucked around instead
Now your ass is zombie food, and you lookin' pretty dead
And you better hope, for my sake and yours
You best not come back, cause then of course
I'll have to waste a bullet on ya ass, but I can't waste no more
Hey look over there, there's a house I see
And I hope no zombies are watchin' me
Cause its gettin' kinda late, and I'm gettin' kinda tired
It's gettin' kinda dark, and I'd like to sleep
With my gun cocked and ready & hangin' by my side
I open up the door and I go inside
And gee I hope this is a good place to hide
So I start to snoop, and have a look around
I creep so quiet, without a single sound
There's blood on the walls and blood on the ground
I search each room but no one is found
I hear something downstairs, like a window shatter
But I know it ain't Santa Claus makin' that clatter
So I check my clip and I check it twice
And I pray to the Almighty, Jesus Christ
To help me through this, and help me fight
To guide my bullets, and set my sights
Cause I'm gonna be in for one hell of a night
Then I realize & it comes to me
The man of my prayers, the Big JC
The man who lived and died, only to come back ZOMBIE-FIED!!!
He lived and died and rose from the dead..... shit, Imma just put a bullet in my head.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Vocoder Is Dead aka Death of Auto-Tune
*For reference, all rap-sponses are written to the beat of the original track*
Here is Jay-Z's song "Death of Auto-Tune (D.O.A.)
And so as you may see on my various track listings, you may see a track entitled "The Vocoder Is Dead" which I am now changing to "The Death And Return Of the Auto-tune (The Vocoder is Dead: A Reprise)". This is due to the fact that Jay-Z has obviously seen my track listing and stolen my song concept. Now, a brief excerpt from "The Death And Return Of the Auto-tune (The Vocoder is Dead: A Reprise)"; think of this as more of a response to Jay-Z's stolen-from-me song.
This ain't a remix, It's a rewrite
Cause the first time it was done, it wasn't done right
Like you knocked me off the stage and step into my limelight
Everyone givin' me the go ahead but it feels like I'm sittin' at a redlight
I'ma let one slip this time but next I may not be actin' like such a friend
Now, you say you rewrote history without a pen
Well let's see how good you are, I got a Madlib for ya so fill it in
If you did yours with out a pen, mine musta been without a sword
Cause its obvious that mine is mightier than yours
You know I wrote this shit on my couch when I was bored
The only difference between our rhymes is yours will take you on tour
Hold up, hold up, hold up! I think its time I progress with my progression
So you say that we facin' a recession
Let's start with some education and by teaching Shawny Carter an industrial lesson
After that we can move to your confession
This song was my idea but I'ma let you have it, you can call it a blessin'
For our little secession here, go grab Mr. Carter
Cause the lesson I'ma share with you is gonna be a three parter
Number one, don't go too hard or you make look like a fool, a retard
Yeah, I know that wasn't politically correct, but it'll be the truth when everything is said and done
Just watch what you do, that was number one now its time for number two
When you steppin' on small time rappers, make sure its all their whole self and not just their shoes
Otherwise, they'll only be tripped up for a second but then they'll be after you
Don't toss 'em in a pot, forget 'em, and let 'em stew
You gotta let 'em cool off like coffee that's been fresh brewed
Now let's finish this off with lesson three
So listen close 'cause I won't repeat this ya see
That'll be your job when your singin' me
Cause I'm sure you got plenty of time since you're a retired G
Oh wait, a, s.e.c.
Anyway, let's get back to the point
The meaning of why i write this joint
You call this the death of auto-tune and ask for a moment of silence
Instead, I'll bring it back and give you a moment of violence
As I give life back to the auto-tune, and I revive it
You know you stole my shit, you know you lyin'
I'll say it again, but I won't be cryin'
When you call somethin' dead, make sure that you know
Make sure it's official, yeah, not just because you're HOV
Just because you're Jay-Z, just because you say so and whenever you say something that just he way it goes
Cause now that you've declared it dead, you can call me Frankenstein
*Auto-tuned line* Cause I will revive it, and I'll make it m-i-i-i-ne!
Now that I've done my thing, and brought it back again
I'm gonna have to cut it short, call this the end
Now it's official, the vocoder's dead, it's the death of auto-tune
Killed off the first time by you-know-*insert Jay-z's "whoo!"*
But you know I had to bring it back, so let's call this one round two
Here is Jay-Z's song "Death of Auto-Tune (D.O.A.)
And so as you may see on my various track listings, you may see a track entitled "The Vocoder Is Dead" which I am now changing to "The Death And Return Of the Auto-tune (The Vocoder is Dead: A Reprise)". This is due to the fact that Jay-Z has obviously seen my track listing and stolen my song concept. Now, a brief excerpt from "The Death And Return Of the Auto-tune (The Vocoder is Dead: A Reprise)"; think of this as more of a response to Jay-Z's stolen-from-me song.
This ain't a remix, It's a rewrite
Cause the first time it was done, it wasn't done right
Like you knocked me off the stage and step into my limelight
Everyone givin' me the go ahead but it feels like I'm sittin' at a redlight
I'ma let one slip this time but next I may not be actin' like such a friend
Now, you say you rewrote history without a pen
Well let's see how good you are, I got a Madlib for ya so fill it in
If you did yours with out a pen, mine musta been without a sword
Cause its obvious that mine is mightier than yours
You know I wrote this shit on my couch when I was bored
The only difference between our rhymes is yours will take you on tour
Hold up, hold up, hold up! I think its time I progress with my progression
So you say that we facin' a recession
Let's start with some education and by teaching Shawny Carter an industrial lesson
After that we can move to your confession
This song was my idea but I'ma let you have it, you can call it a blessin'
For our little secession here, go grab Mr. Carter
Cause the lesson I'ma share with you is gonna be a three parter
Number one, don't go too hard or you make look like a fool, a retard
Yeah, I know that wasn't politically correct, but it'll be the truth when everything is said and done
Just watch what you do, that was number one now its time for number two
When you steppin' on small time rappers, make sure its all their whole self and not just their shoes
Otherwise, they'll only be tripped up for a second but then they'll be after you
Don't toss 'em in a pot, forget 'em, and let 'em stew
You gotta let 'em cool off like coffee that's been fresh brewed
Now let's finish this off with lesson three
So listen close 'cause I won't repeat this ya see
That'll be your job when your singin' me
Cause I'm sure you got plenty of time since you're a retired G
Oh wait, a, s.e.c.
Anyway, let's get back to the point
The meaning of why i write this joint
You call this the death of auto-tune and ask for a moment of silence
Instead, I'll bring it back and give you a moment of violence
As I give life back to the auto-tune, and I revive it
You know you stole my shit, you know you lyin'
I'll say it again, but I won't be cryin'
When you call somethin' dead, make sure that you know
Make sure it's official, yeah, not just because you're HOV
Just because you're Jay-Z, just because you say so and whenever you say something that just he way it goes
Cause now that you've declared it dead, you can call me Frankenstein
*Auto-tuned line* Cause I will revive it, and I'll make it m-i-i-i-ne!
Now that I've done my thing, and brought it back again
I'm gonna have to cut it short, call this the end
Now it's official, the vocoder's dead, it's the death of auto-tune
Killed off the first time by you-know-*insert Jay-z's "whoo!"*
But you know I had to bring it back, so let's call this one round two
Monday, April 27, 2009
Plise's "I Got Plenty Money": A Rap-Sponse
*For reference, all rap-sponses are written to the beat of the original track*
heres the song....
heard it on the radio and came up with this while it was playin and i was drivin... *AND A NOTE* im aware that i rhyme "out" with "out" a few times but if Dre can say "my homie snoop never lets me slip cause if i slip then im slippin" then i can use out a few times where i did.... keep the beat in mind when reading it.... gonna keep addin to it and might work on makin an actual audio version sometime soon... WORD!
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
you got plenty stacks, and an extra bank roll?
well i aint got nothin nope, i got shit yo!
am i gettin anything, anywhere i go
if you know me well, you know the answer's no
lemme check my wallet brah, and my pockets too
i got nothin on me, can you spot me dude?
you eatin five stars, mine's not even two
you chewin on some steak while im starin at the dollar menu
yeah you got yours, from some gangsta shit you did
but i cant do that, im just a college kid
a simple white dude, who aint got shit
you got come rhymes, well i got some jokes
you livin in a mansion, im livin with my folks
when i open up my wallet, you know moths flutter out
when i ride in my car, im rollin with some doubt
will i make it there, or will i have to walk it out
when my tranny finally catches, you know that im rollin out
so you rollin hard, yeah in ya lambo
im in da stinkin lincoln, thinkin will i make it home
one door dont open, one window dont go down
i got a dent in my door, but i dont know how
you got them scissor doors, that go up and down
well my suspension is goin out, so im sittin low to the ground
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
you got plenty stacks, and an extra bank roll?
well i aint got nothin nope, i got shit yo!
am i gettin anything, anywhere i go
if you know me well, you know the answer's no
heres the song....
heard it on the radio and came up with this while it was playin and i was drivin... *AND A NOTE* im aware that i rhyme "out" with "out" a few times but if Dre can say "my homie snoop never lets me slip cause if i slip then im slippin" then i can use out a few times where i did.... keep the beat in mind when reading it.... gonna keep addin to it and might work on makin an actual audio version sometime soon... WORD!
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
you got plenty stacks, and an extra bank roll?
well i aint got nothin nope, i got shit yo!
am i gettin anything, anywhere i go
if you know me well, you know the answer's no
lemme check my wallet brah, and my pockets too
i got nothin on me, can you spot me dude?
you eatin five stars, mine's not even two
you chewin on some steak while im starin at the dollar menu
yeah you got yours, from some gangsta shit you did
but i cant do that, im just a college kid
a simple white dude, who aint got shit
you got come rhymes, well i got some jokes
you livin in a mansion, im livin with my folks
when i open up my wallet, you know moths flutter out
when i ride in my car, im rollin with some doubt
will i make it there, or will i have to walk it out
when my tranny finally catches, you know that im rollin out
so you rollin hard, yeah in ya lambo
im in da stinkin lincoln, thinkin will i make it home
one door dont open, one window dont go down
i got a dent in my door, but i dont know how
you got them scissor doors, that go up and down
well my suspension is goin out, so im sittin low to the ground
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
so you got plenty money? you got plenty money
you got plenty stacks, and an extra bank roll?
well i aint got nothin nope, i got shit yo!
am i gettin anything, anywhere i go
if you know me well, you know the answer's no
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