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A storytelling track that's about catching the bus, after some crazy stuff happened, and everything that goes a stray on the bus. Plus there's a twist at the end, let me know if you get it. I may need to adjust some of the levels on this track, but I was eager for ya'll hear it.
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I cannot believe she did that shit! After all that shit that we d.... this motha..... man, I swear
Damn, I took a tough shot/ now I'm at the bus stop/ so ready, I hopped on before the bus stopped/ you stressing how you love me, you must not/ only when I was sexing you is when the fuss stopped/ but I stood next to you at this bus stop/ plus I, provided you/ with a good enough reason I, guided you/ through the seasons, I admired you/ didn't lie to you, you believin' what another nigga say? fuck it!/ got me grievin in public/ so when I get even with you, I'm a love it/ this road, you made it rough/ my tone, just ain't enough/ I gotta go, before I break this phone I'm hangin' up/ (Click!)
Passenger: "Damn dog, you sound a little tense, what's wrong?"
Me: "Man, I don't even feel like talking man, just leave me alone."
Passenger: "Come on now, man I could hear it in ya tone."
Me: "Man, I caught my girl giving another nigga some dome!/under covers with another nigga, man it's on!/ somethin' other, made a brother figure he was alone/ should've listened to my mother when I lived at home/ but I didn't, now everything that I had is gone"/
Bus Driver: "Could you quiet down back there, I gotta here the bells!"
Me: "Man he been fucking with me ever since I got on, man he can go to hell!"
Bus Driver: "You got somethin' to say, I should be the one you tell!"
Me: "Yeah, I know if I keep acting up, I'm a go to jail."
Old Lady: "That boy got a smart ass mouth, you could tell he ain't have no home training in his house!"
Me "The same old lady that wanna gossip, stop and stare/ (is) sitting on a bus, instead of a rocking chair/ do not compare/ me to anybody else, whatever you think about me, I do not care/ matter fact, just ignore me, I am not here!/ and you Mr. Nosy, I think your stops here!"/
Passenger: "That's messed up, why you call me out like that?"
Me: "'Cause everybody trying me, I ain't goin' out like that!"
Co-Worker: "Yo Nelace, its 5:57 we gon' be late for work!"
Stank Chick: "And I'm trying to see the Reverend, I'm a be late for church! I hate #11...
Me: Could this day get any worse?/ what did I do to deserve this shit/ I'm thinking of going to the curb and pitch/ dope, in hopes of riches, my nerves just get/ crazy at times, just wanna lock 'em in the closet/ soon as I get my check, I gotta make that deposit/ if I don't, I won't see no water my from faucet/ and now I'm stuck at this fuckin' railroad crossing/ I tell hoes off when my mind gets clouded/ so these things here, I don't know why I allow it/ yeah, I don't know why I'm surrounded/ by the poverty, and this bus is so crowded/ I'm cussing so loud/ I just should slow down/ but I can't, 'cause I'm in a hustler's mode now/ should I smuggle dope now?/ I don't really know/ but if it's making me stronger, it can't kill me, so/ I gotta keep it movin'/ I gotta keep on doin' me, especially since my rela(tionship)'s ruined/ now my home is broken/ indo, I'm smokin/ info, I'm holdin/ now it's too hot, the windows won't open/ so now I'm punchin the glass until my fingers are swolen/ I just be hopin'/ I can overcome these obstacles and just keep on rollin'/ what's my purpose on this earth/ am I worthless? I deserve/ more than them dudes thats servin' on the curb/ I'm hurtin', I'm disturbed by the fact that she cheated/ all I got is curse words, still can't believe it/ I wanna strap up with arsenal, turn this to Riot Town/ everybody's staring 'cause they want me to quiet down/ but I don't care, I'm clutchin' on my privates now/ with no support, I'm feelin' like a pirate now/ every 10 seconds, this bus has to stop again/ the dude standin' over me, he done started slobberin'/ nasty, yellowy ass fluids/ drippin on my pants, and the nigga next to me smells like sewage/ on the real, this whole atmoshpere is a nuissance/ can't wait to get off/ 'cause niggas on the bus actin' like they ain't heard of soap and a wash cloth/ either that, or all of the odor ain't wash off/ {Cut Scene} oh shit!/ my boss gon' flip/ 'cause I'm on this work shift/ jottin' down these ideas for a film script/
Boss: "When I come back there, I better see some damn work! I am so sick and tired of this shit! What's this, what's this? You must not want a fuckin' job anymore, you're sitting on your fuckin' ass! What? You don't want a job anymore? Fine! You're FIRED!
Damn, I took a tough shot/ now I'm at the bus stop/ so ready, I hopped on before the bus stopped/ you stressing how you love me, you must not/ only when I was sexing you is when the fuss stopped/ but I stood next to you at this bus stop/ plus I, provided you/ with a good enough reason I, guided you/ through the seasons, I admired you/ didn't lie to you, you believin' what another nigga say? fuck it!/ got me grievin in public/ so when I get even with you, I'm a love it/ this road, you made it rough/ my tone, just ain't enough/ I gotta go, before I break this phone I'm hangin' up/ (Click!)
Passenger: "Damn dog, you sound a little tense, what's wrong?"
Me: "Man, I don't even feel like talking man, just leave me alone."
Passenger: "Come on now, man I could hear it in ya tone."
Me: "Man, I caught my girl giving another nigga some dome!/under covers with another nigga, man it's on!/ somethin' other, made a brother figure he was alone/ should've listened to my mother when I lived at home/ but I didn't, now everything that I had is gone"/
Bus Driver: "Could you quiet down back there, I gotta here the bells!"
Me: "Man he been fucking with me ever since I got on, man he can go to hell!"
Bus Driver: "You got somethin' to say, I should be the one you tell!"
Me: "Yeah, I know if I keep acting up, I'm a go to jail."
Old Lady: "That boy got a smart ass mouth, you could tell he ain't have no home training in his house!"
Me "The same old lady that wanna gossip, stop and stare/ (is) sitting on a bus, instead of a rocking chair/ do not compare/ me to anybody else, whatever you think about me, I do not care/ matter fact, just ignore me, I am not here!/ and you Mr. Nosy, I think your stops here!"/
Passenger: "That's messed up, why you call me out like that?"
Me: "'Cause everybody trying me, I ain't goin' out like that!"
Co-Worker: "Yo Nelace, its 5:57 we gon' be late for work!"
Stank Chick: "And I'm trying to see the Reverend, I'm a be late for church! I hate #11...
Me: Could this day get any worse?/ what did I do to deserve this shit/ I'm thinking of going to the curb and pitch/ dope, in hopes of riches, my nerves just get/ crazy at times, just wanna lock 'em in the closet/ soon as I get my check, I gotta make that deposit/ if I don't, I won't see no water my from faucet/ and now I'm stuck at this fuckin' railroad crossing/ I tell hoes off when my mind gets clouded/ so these things here, I don't know why I allow it/ yeah, I don't know why I'm surrounded/ by the poverty, and this bus is so crowded/ I'm cussing so loud/ I just should slow down/ but I can't, 'cause I'm in a hustler's mode now/ should I smuggle dope now?/ I don't really know/ but if it's making me stronger, it can't kill me, so/ I gotta keep it movin'/ I gotta keep on doin' me, especially since my rela(tionship)'s ruined/ now my home is broken/ indo, I'm smokin/ info, I'm holdin/ now it's too hot, the windows won't open/ so now I'm punchin the glass until my fingers are swolen/ I just be hopin'/ I can overcome these obstacles and just keep on rollin'/ what's my purpose on this earth/ am I worthless? I deserve/ more than them dudes thats servin' on the curb/ I'm hurtin', I'm disturbed by the fact that she cheated/ all I got is curse words, still can't believe it/ I wanna strap up with arsenal, turn this to Riot Town/ everybody's staring 'cause they want me to quiet down/ but I don't care, I'm clutchin' on my privates now/ with no support, I'm feelin' like a pirate now/ every 10 seconds, this bus has to stop again/ the dude standin' over me, he done started slobberin'/ nasty, yellowy ass fluids/ drippin on my pants, and the nigga next to me smells like sewage/ on the real, this whole atmoshpere is a nuissance/ can't wait to get off/ 'cause niggas on the bus actin' like they ain't heard of soap and a wash cloth/ either that, or all of the odor ain't wash off/ {Cut Scene} oh shit!/ my boss gon' flip/ 'cause I'm on this work shift/ jottin' down these ideas for a film script/
Boss: "When I come back there, I better see some damn work! I am so sick and tired of this shit! What's this, what's this? You must not want a fuckin' job anymore, you're sitting on your fuckin' ass! What? You don't want a job anymore? Fine! You're FIRED!
thetiler
I am really, really impressed that you take the time and
talk about life from your point of view. The great skill it
takes to learn to rap. I feel like i am watching a movie as i
am reading the words. To me it is a real treat to hear a
view from a culture not at all like mine.
Honest, I got a real kick from the church section. My mine
flips back about these stalwart black gospel ladies that
have to endure so much pain, and sticking close to the
bible. A real inspiration, though the meaning of the song
probably didn't really involve that.
I am not rapper, I don't listen to much rap.
But I miss reading stories like this here at MJ, with that
movie like quality. I am glad that you made it somewhat
readable for us non rappers that have not a clue as to the
slang that is used.
Hope this doesn't offend, and maybe I'll be the only one
that will say this, but I would love to read these words and
not have to see so much four letter stuff etc.
I am not saying I am perfect. Cause I know (I am not
proud) but I've let out some bad curse words).
But I would love to see a version that would make it more
fun (hope that is the right word) for people like me.
I think you have a lot to offer, to show your history. I think
it would be nice to reach people that wouldn't normally
want to hear rap.
Good going in reaching out here. Thanks so much for
sharing! You have a lot of talent for this.