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That Paint Peeling from the Ceiling Feeling (demo)
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indie pop hiphop soul jazz eclectic atmosphere rjd2 aesop rock elp doseone anticon sole astronautalis controller7 odd nosdam jel
Indie, Hip Hop, eclectic, Atmosphere, Aesop Rock, Anticon, Astronautalis, Sole, Dose One, El-P, RJD2, controller7, odd nosdam, jel, soul, pop, jazz
MR LONG STORY:An emcee and producer based in Upstate, New York, who's subject matter is scattered and often perplexing, with instrumentals both self produced and gathered from various artists continentially.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
#65,247 in subgenre Peak #445
Charts
Peak #1,200
Author
Randy Jack
Rights
2007
Uploaded
February 13, 2007
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:49
Lyrics
I chill with the men who sit, millions of derelicts I still have the essence and the skill of a veteran I'm ill like the Jeffersons,killin the specimens Who still wanna test like they're best is a stress or sin my flow is incredible you know it's indelible the treble will level your meddles in decibels several measures ahead of you freckled feathers who flock together thinkin ya special Knowin that I rock the better set I chop blocks off trendsetters,words and degenerates No man can measure, I've been clever Since you little bread beggers were baby bedwetters Yeah, my dead music, it stomps your parade I lace tracks with a mark for decay I'm an artist, like Marvin Gaye or Ray Charles, it's honest to say those remarks remain modest My progress is charted by facts and those New Jacks can get they nose cracked, yeah n' that's prose That'll match set and trash ya own, I fracture rows Of half n' half wack garbage rapper clones And there ain't no backsteppin Weapons from the mask spit em fast, I cache lessons My sash sessions and ceremonies Let em know to quest abreast the lonely cuz my mess is just unholy And im here a fortnight writing more rhymes but my speech is forthright I'm all shine, but my teeth are offwhite I'm dancin on the line between the street and shoreline So B-Boys and graff writers Keep live, dive half pipes and smash mica Fuck the line of scrimmages Hold those lighters to the roof, burn it down and finish this
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