Broken Record by Professor X [Email]
Genre: Hip Hop-Rap
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A shortish song I made when I got GB2 with the voice editor... not much to say about it.Lyrics:
Theres a ghost outside my window i know it but im afraid to lookIm tryin to mix it up but im caught playin it all by the book And I dont know if I can stop, I drop I roll, Its too damn hot In between the edges of the fire am I caught or not? Pain pleases sometimes Unconcequential dumb finds Warmin up the the world like I said "there will be sunshine" There will be more lines There will be more crimes More victims, slaughterhouses, and singers with more rhymes Im lookin back and crackin up Standin up tall and stackin up Sayin was crackalackin Actin like your tough enough What you did was just enough Make me strong and just as rough But you overstepped now theres a brick wall between me and us My minds ragin this obsurdity is gettin me Heard I should be patient I cant understand what I cant see But I can see I can see what I believe I know that what is true is only what I can concieve Maybe we will begin this friendship at the end Maybe I will kill it with the scratching fortitude of my pen Maybe I will sin Commiting atrocities a fartherin Custody battles over drivin on a bet and six bottles of gin You sit and you complain about the world not being ready Thinking that the worth of one outweighs the worth of many But your thoughts all string together like uncooked speghetti And I tear them up and throw em out like theyre used confeti Yes Im ready Im ready to explode My mind does miss epocalypse and though Im young my head is old I cannot raise I cannot fold I cannot take my bread of mold Im stuck inside a blazing heater but im all alone and cold Writin reminders on your wrist The same fate you twist Inlist the devil take you under Sun kissed My son missed I make a fist Stop writin rhymes start havin fits I shake with epalepsy but no disease exists This is the crying game its a cryin shame I cry I ask you for an explination All I want to know is why Your runnin away from time, No time to justify lifeline slipping now your looking for an excuse to die And Im still sitting here, lonely in my chair Staring at my couch, wishing you were there Talking to myself, holding a black checker Whispering thoughts that play black like a broken record |
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You must be registered and logged-in to comment. This is HOT like a Phoenix highway at noon..... &mdash 03/27/05 - 01:42:27 PM
Re-beatin myself... &mdash 03/27/05 - 03:17:57 PM
Re-beatin myself... &mdash 03/31/05 - 09:05:16 PM
Dude... &mdash 03/31/05 - 09:09:44 PM
Haha &mdash 03/31/05 - 09:12:12 PM
Haha &mdash 03/31/05 - 09:14:41 PM
I liked reading the words &mdash 03/28/05 - 08:31:55 AM
nice work &mdash 03/29/05 - 11:42:28 PM
woah, &mdash 08/21/06 - 09:16:40 PM
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listenin to hiphop since age 12, and man, this is hot...
The beat smells sex, ur style is like a great book-flowin,
good/relevant story line, the female in the background
omg... that right there is 'hot!'...
I want first rights on the collaboration tip aiiight bro?
this is the best hiphop tune here tho u can make ur flows
a little better sounding, microphone wise...
Keep doin what u doin bro...Whose beat is this? urs or
some1else?
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