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[S_Rock] The Question Mark

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Uploaded
Oct 30, 2013 | 8:46 PM EDT
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Song
5.7 MB
3 min 7 sec
Score
4.84 / 5.00

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Rated 4.84 / 5 stars
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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern
Tags:
mark
halloween
question
scott

Author Comments

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Reviews


KleptoidKatKleptoidKat

Rated 5 / 5 stars

what a mix, those percs are cool to hear.

this atmosphere paints a heavy mood. it definitely sounds like something horrifying or disturbing.

Q ~~


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S-Rock responds:

Thank you for your time :D and the review. Horrifying :)


Mophead367Mophead367

Rated 5 / 5 stars

Dope shit brotha! I really love the drum kit you used. The guitar compliments the piano very well during the hook.


S-Rock responds:

Thanks much, I'm glad you enjoyed it. the drum kits I use are all sampled from a real kit but I edit and reform the sounds as much as possible.


soundbreakersoundbreaker

Rated 5 / 5 stars

Dr Evil for the everloving win!

Also, this beat is amazing. Must collab!! Fuck, this the TITS.


S-Rock responds:

Juicy tits that one would dream of motor boating. :D thanks man


AbuttaAbutta

Rated 5 / 5 stars

wheres eternal 99 bone thugs n harmony at when you need em, so a beat doesn't go to waste? the question mark!


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S-Rock responds:

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.