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Broken Record 2 by Professor X [Email]
Genre: Hip Hop-Rap

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Last Played: Nov 20, 2008 - 12:09:49 PM
Downloads: 41
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Uploaded: Apr 08, 2005 - 11:59:38 AM
Last Updated: Apr 08, 2005 - 02:29:39 AM



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Description:
This is the longer version of the song... Also I used my real voice this time for some reason. I just found another verse I had written but forgot to say... so i changed a few things.

Lyrics:
Theres a ghost outside my window i know it but im afraid to look
Im 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 on my mind like a broken record

Hardware:
A keyboard

Software:
Garageband
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Not bad &mdash 04/08/05 - 12:22:06 PM
. . . you almost sound like a white Charlie Tuna.

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Voice aiight &mdash 04/08/05 - 02:41:47 PM
The longer version is a little better i think, tho u have
done different takes i could tell, but hey man ur voice is
aiight, considerin ur 16, ur style is elevated man, ur
ahead, keep workin, and like i said im down on collabs
with talented lyricists...

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Hey Im up for it &mdash 04/08/05 - 03:18:56 PM
Im up for a collab... Ive never done one on macjams. How do we do it?

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Professor X

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hmmm..... &mdash 04/08/05 - 05:13:35 PM
almost like the old one better. Nevertheless I like it.

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solid &mdash 04/24/05 - 07:50:15 PM
Very solid. Like the flow and the lyrics. Well put together.
Look forward to more of your work.

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