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Aug 8, 2016 | 8:00 PM EDT
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4.3 MB
1 min 53 sec
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5.00 / 5.00

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Rated 5.00 / 5 stars
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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Olskool
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Author Comments

little rap. forever rusty, tried to get a decent take at least

I'm calling the beat Achilles

Reviews


EFirtheoEFirtheo

Rated 5 / 5 stars

Gettin some mad 'the get down' vibes from this track n it's litttt,love this.


B-RadGfromOV responds:

:D thanks


Mophead367Mophead367

Rated 5 / 5 stars

Now I want to take that 'beat jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys' line and put it atop my latest Dubstep beat. The beat in said track is jumpy of sorts.

I digress, haha.

Based on your words here and in your previous MC projects that I've heard, I feel as if you're one of the few great barrel-fulls of Millennials that are 'awake' if that makes sense.

The 'runts,' 'trends,' 'common sense,' ' 'deities,' etc. lines really speak to me in particular.

I will give my honest opinion of the frozen beat in its review section after I do one thing.

I will now attempt to transcribe this dope-ass verse. Feel free to correct the mistakes I know I will inevitably make. ^_*

Get ready people, this lyrical thread the needle
Set to record threat, defeat the beat heads, let it repeat
It's very funky, beat keep jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys
Tear it up, though I dare to pair it with derelict rhymes
Where to get air time, parrot kaleidoscopic
Eye sockets are my binoculars, spyin' what's behind an obvious front
Fuckin' runts, you can think what you want
I duck your punch, jump 'n suck upon a cunt
Run amok among the plots, followin' trends
Your dollars into the pockets of ninjas engineering the social motion
Oh shit have you read the fine print?
We got no common sense
Worse more than once your first born spawned your done, signed in
Allow me to chime in with the tiniest violin
The notable (nod-able?) bobble-headed prodigy (died?)
While he's combining vial knowledge with volatile file types toggling viral infections
All my selections too sick sit and insertin' a rootkit
The brutes boot kick the tooth
The doogety two shoes loose with the swiftness
Can you feel the winged heel of the Achilles?
Lift 'em and stomp mud holes for really straight out the spine
A competent rhymer off ta' take a prominent place at the top
Takin' my time whilst stop and laugh at the face of the clock
It's not a race so quit chasin', break or get back to the basics
I got it locked like a roster, head nod the bass when it knocks
It's confidence it's not cockiness when I say that I'm godly
Creatin' oddities, causin' earthquakes and breakin' the rocks
Can't concede, I'm conceded, my tummy grumbles, it's greedy
It's hungry, feed it plenty of green, I don't want money, I need it
Judgment, leave it to deities, pick the one you believe in
Let's see him punish ya G, hear me, he'd need the heat of the sun to beat me
For me to sweat to run he'd need three-hundred degrees of these easily
But if even feasible for evil to ? (lease?)

Only a couple of words near the halfway point and the last two words were hard to hear.

Seems a certain individual is well-versed with Viruses... >.> ......didifindmrrobot?....... <.< (flees scene)

I do well with said transcription?

Keep on' keepin' on Bradley-san! (Apologies if it's just Brad, not enough syllables in my head to have it sound right. :-D


B-RadGfromOV responds:

Thanks for the kind words man! And you are very close, which I'm glad of, it means I'm at least intelligible. I corrected just a few things but you were right there!

Get ready people, this lyric will thread the needle
Set to records bred to feed the beat heads, let it repeat
It's very funky, beat keep jumpin' like a barrel of monkeys
Tear it up, though I dare to pair it with derelict rhymes Rare to get air time,
pair of kaleidoscopic eye sockets are my binoculars,
spyin' what's behind an obvious front
Fuckin' runts, you can think what you want
I duck your punch, jump 'n sucker-punt a cunt
Run amok among the plucks following trends
Your dollars enter the pockets of ninjas engineering the social motion
Oh shit have you read the fine print?
We got no common sense
Worse more, they want your first born spawn, you done signed in
Allow me to chime in with the tiniest violin
The nod of a bobble-headed prodigy vibin'
While he's combining vile knowledge with volatile file types toggling viral infections
Of my selection, too sick, sit insertin' a rootkit
The brutes boot kick the tooth
Of do-goody two shoes loose with the swiftness
Can you feel the winged heel of the Achilles?
Liftin to stomp mud holes for real he's straight out the swamp
A competent rhymer often take prominent place at the top
Takin' my time so I stop to laugh at the face of the clock
It's not a race so quit chasin', brake and get back to the basics
I got it locked like a rasta head nod to bass when it knocks
It's confidence not cockiness when I say that I'm godly
Creatin' oddities, causin' earthquakes and breakin' the rocks
K, I concede, I'm conceited, my tummy grumbles, it's greedy
It's hungry, feed it plenty green, I don't want money, I need it
Judgment, leave it to deities, pick the one you believe in
Let's see him punish a G, he'd need the heat of the sun to beat me
For a bead of sweat to run he'd need three-hundred degrees at least, easily,
But a feat infeasible for even the beastliest.