Back Room Beats, Hiphop, Beats, Indian, Bhangra, Dance, Electronic, Pop, Electro-Pop, Instrumentals, and, Reggae.
Back Room Beats was created Fall 2002. The production, DJing, and remixing started way back in 1993 with my Packard Bell PC and wave editor.
Producer: Ujval born in India, currently lives in the DC Area.
Uday born in India, currently lives in the Des Moines Area.
Lyrics
a lot of chitter chatter, do you like tina and leave you bitter and battered...
I'm the Ike of the rap game status, cause I train hoes like rabbits...
they only good for fucking, what a dumb slut bitch...
looks like malfunctioned silicon, you bust too quick...
You was ok for a moment but you had to fuck your shit...
My click gangbanged your chick, the one who used to suck your dick...
If the rap game was sports, you barely a rookie...
reverse the bets when i battle you, go tell ya bookie...
play hookie like I was schooling you...
I'm moving thourgh, using you...
I'm choosing you cause you easy to be fucked with...
I'm a manic depressive, I detest shit that is invested in the cheap shit, you need it, the greasy style that i'm speaking ,
I'm tweaking the style and progress it, i intended my train of thought in the best shit, come test it, mr.ree will tempt it, then spend it, send it home looking endless, this is my sentence, and then watch as i pimp friends...take the girl and make em think men, sick shit, My style is wicked, psycho at time when i feel like kicking, i'm spiting, visions so sick that it's written, you thinking you heard it before and you missed it,
pissed it, dismissed it, kicked it to the curb and think shit is deep, wait till i creep, leave you dead in your sleep,
nightmears about me, cry tears about me, fight fear about me, my steer is wise here for ree...clear the trees, it's season to believe, the infrastructure is gaingin reprieve, recieve loans and flee, to st. lucia and chill with the, original killa with steez, my brother, the Pure player, pimp, and genius....the girlies they be needing us, feeding us good shit for you just to bust, trust, ain't no murdering us, you'll be suffering plus the thought of me ripping into your bust and pulling out the crust of your heart is a must...
hush
