Most of my comments have been written under the influence of 20 hours on the greyhound, combined with some pills I got from some guy halfway through... Still, UGK is awesome, I dont know any hipsters that lose their shit over them, they are just plain old school southern rap. I'm scared to read the verses I wrote at 3AM while I was apparently licking tbe walls and freestyling in my seat...
Well, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be: I come to your crown, ridin' on the chrome stallion When your momma see me, she say that I'm a rapscallion When it come to paper, you never see me dallying When it come to battle, you'll only see me sallying Forth, carrying the mag-ah-num Put it in your mouth, put an end to your babblin' Pop it at your knees, put an end to your travelin' Pop it real fast, slugs fly like javelins If I get caught, you know the judge'll be gavelin And thats a shame so I won't be taken alive bitch if I get caught, I'mma fuckin' die bitch And if I die, I'mma fucking die rich The I'll ressurect myself as a necromancer lich Raise an army of corpses, put an end to the snitch Maybe I'd be a vampire pimpin from the grave, suckin on your bitch My mouth wet with blood after I give her a kiss Then I would be murderin everybody on my list Then make their hos get down and suck my dick And spurt rotten undead sperm all over their lips
Not very good, and very bitten, but I don't remember writing it, and apparently I freestyled it before I wrote it.
Not terrible for being hopped up and on a greyhound. Coincidentally I just wrote a verse about being "Gangsta'".
I rock the gold and diamond designer wrist watch White suit, pinstripe fedora, face like a slugger to the crotch Barrel mag Tommy Gun spits lead until the barrel's hot I answer the the don... And I don't mean Knotts (Deptuy Fife: "Golly!") Extort your farmstead, lookin' for Benjamin Franklin's head If he doesn't show you'll wake with a horse's cranium in your bed I'll riddle a bastard with drive by deadly projectiles We control this town from the presses to the textiles We move mountains miles, all the while I wreck styles Never put on trial because we make piles Cops do the Jesus speak and turn the other cheek Because I've been greasing greedy pig palms all god damn week We don't pan handle 'cause we're honorable, never thieves We give the people what they want and we sell it dirt cheap I never have and never will go against my family That's why nobody alive can handle me
Far from freestyled, and it could use some polish, but I'm quite happy with it.
I like that, it inspired me to do my own: Walk into your club with the gold diamond rolex My demeanor so cool that you know who I roll with I want my paper real fast, or you'll be under grass If you don't want that, best have it by mass And give your respects to the don or your ass will be gone Five O is paid off, so watch your muthafuckin mouf I run this damn city, don't ever forget that Noone taking pity if your ass gets kidnapped You could be in my trunk or at the bottom of the ocean If you don't dont got my money by the time church opens So go and harvest all those acres, 'fore you go and meet and meet your maker AK pourin' slugs like a fuckin' salt shaker
Alright then, I'm working on a beat. If you have a mic at the ready change and tighten up the lyrics up a bit to make this a two-verse song and I'll send you the track when I'm done.
I don't have a mic at the ready, I've got my phone and some computers with recording software, I'll see if I can get hooked up with a mic or go out and get one EDIT:I may be able to use the facilities as UTEP... I'll see if they'll let me record something there
Make the verse your own and record it when you're ready. It would be preferable if you sent me an Audacity project file with your vocals on one track and the beat on another. If you would prefer to use a different program just send me your vocals with a 8-beat click at the beginning so I can easily sync it up, the speed is 95 BPM. Don't worry too much about mic quality; as long as there isn't any whirring or crackling in the background you'll be on par with mine. Although if you magically got your hands on something superior I could re-record my verse with a proper mic later, and we'd have an album-ready track on our hands. Either way works. When you send me the file I'll get/record my part, do some post-work, and we'll have a song.
I've got my verse recorded and the aup set up, I'll upload it in a few hours. I removed the static off of my track, but left an unchanged version on there in case you want to do it differently.
Have you thought about a chorus? This just popped into my head: We got that green, that white and those tabs We want our damn money, and we want it fast You better pay that fee before you have to deal with the family
We want our damn money and we want it fast We're selling white, selling tabs, but we do it with class Anyar and Walker MC, if you want to make a scene The family will introduce you to the hot lead cuisine
In reference to the food/guns analogy you (and now I [it's leekspin reference >_>]) have at the end of the verse. Also, I don't know if you want to use another pseudonym, so that third line might change.
If you wanted any criticism, it felt to me like you got a little tongue-tied on the the chorus. The assonance in T-3, family and cuisine seems to throw you off. It might of just been a product of you trying to keep your voice down, though. Other that it sounded great!
If you wanted any criticism, it felt to me like you got a little tongue-tied on the the chorus. The assonance in T-3, family and cuisine seems to throw you off. It might of just been a product of you trying to keep your voice down, though. Other that it sounded great!
I thought the same on my first listen, but when I turned the bass up, the beat really glued it all together.
...It might of just been a product of you trying to keep your voice down, though.
For the most part, yeah. That and my back was sore so I just wanted to do it in one take, post it up and then lie down and play some Street Fighter. I'm definitely going to re-record everything when I find the opportunity.
...It might of just been a product of you trying to keep your voice down, though.
For the most part, yeah. That and my back was sore so I just wanted to do it in one take, post it up and then lie down and play some Street Fighter. I'm definitely going to re-record everything when I find the opportunity.
I'll be back in Michigan soon, and I know people with equipment up there, so I can probably get a better recording sometime next week.
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I come to your crown, ridin' on the chrome stallion
When your momma see me, she say that I'm a rapscallion
When it come to paper, you never see me dallying
When it come to battle, you'll only see me sallying
Forth, carrying the mag-ah-num
Put it in your mouth, put an end to your babblin'
Pop it at your knees, put an end to your travelin'
Pop it real fast, slugs fly like javelins
If I get caught, you know the judge'll be gavelin
And thats a shame
so I won't be taken alive bitch
if I get caught, I'mma fuckin' die bitch
And if I die, I'mma fucking die rich
The I'll ressurect myself as a necromancer lich
Raise an army of corpses, put an end to the snitch
Maybe I'd be a vampire
pimpin from the grave, suckin on your bitch
My mouth wet with blood after I give her a kiss
Then I would be murderin everybody on my list
Then make their hos get down and suck my dick
And spurt rotten undead sperm all over their lips
Not very good, and very bitten, but I don't remember writing it, and apparently I freestyled it before I wrote it.
I rock the gold and diamond designer wrist watch
White suit, pinstripe fedora, face like a slugger to the crotch
Barrel mag Tommy Gun spits lead until the barrel's hot
I answer the the don... And I don't mean Knotts (Deptuy Fife: "Golly!")
Extort your farmstead, lookin' for Benjamin Franklin's head
If he doesn't show you'll wake with a horse's cranium in your bed
I'll riddle a bastard with drive by deadly projectiles
We control this town from the presses to the textiles
We move mountains miles, all the while I wreck styles
Never put on trial because we make piles
Cops do the Jesus speak and turn the other cheek
Because I've been greasing greedy pig palms all god damn week
We don't pan handle 'cause we're honorable, never thieves
We give the people what they want and we sell it dirt cheap
I never have and never will go against my family
That's why nobody alive can handle me
Far from freestyled, and it could use some polish, but I'm quite happy with it.
Walk into your club with the gold diamond rolexMy demeanor so cool that you know who I roll with
I want my paper real fast, or you'll be under grass
If you don't want that, best have it by mass
And give your respects to the don or your ass will be gone
Five O is paid off, so watch your muthafuckin mouf
I run this damn city, don't ever forget that
Noone taking pity if your ass gets kidnapped
You could be in my trunk or at the bottom of the ocean
If you don't dont got my money by the time church opens
So go and harvest all those acres,
'fore you go and meet and meet your maker
AK pourin' slugs like a fuckin' salt shaker
^_~
(Sail is a dick)
EDIT:I may be able to use the facilities as UTEP... I'll see if they'll let me record something there
BAM.
Make the verse your own and record it when you're ready. It would be preferable if you sent me an Audacity project file with your vocals on one track and the beat on another. If you would prefer to use a different program just send me your vocals with a 8-beat click at the beginning so I can easily sync it up, the speed is 95 BPM. Don't worry too much about mic quality; as long as there isn't any whirring or crackling in the background you'll be on par with mine. Although if you magically got your hands on something superior I could re-record my verse with a proper mic later, and we'd have an album-ready track on our hands. Either way works. When you send me the file I'll get/record my part, do some post-work, and we'll have a song.
*internet high-five*
We got that green, that white and those tabsWe want our damn money, and we want it fast
You better pay that fee before you have to deal with the family
We want our damn money and we want it fast
We're selling white, selling tabs, but we do it with class
Anyar and Walker MC, if you want to make a scene
The family will introduce you to the hot lead cuisine
In reference to the food/guns analogy you (and now I [it's leekspin reference >_>]) have at the end of the verse. Also, I don't know if you want to use another pseudonym, so that third line might change.
Enjoy!
If you wanted any criticism, it felt to me like you got a little tongue-tied on the the chorus. The assonance in T-3, family and cuisine seems to throw you off. It might of just been a product of you trying to keep your voice down, though. Other that it sounded great!
I'm not sure this belongs here, but the song is good regardless:
I couldn't write raps for a week after hearing these guys. That's some good music.