Chopped a beat Dilla-style using my MPD26 one day and then spit some dope bars over it and this is the final product. Now, when I say "Dilla-style" I mean that I took his apporoach of not quantizing the drums meaning the drums are a little off beat. It doesn't mean that I'm trying to BE like dilla because I'm not. I'm trying to do my own thing and to do that you have to take all your influences and blend them together to form your own style and that's what I'm working on right now.
If you would like to cop the instrumental and/or the acapella then you're gonna have to download the whole "album" due to the lack of available free downloads I have.
YOU ARE ALLOWED TO USE THIS BEAT/ACAPELLA BUT YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME CREDIT IN THE TITLE AND/OR CREDIT ME AS THE ARTISTS For example, if you're using the beat: "Your Song Title (Prod. by B-Rhymin)"
and if you're using the acapella you have to credit me as the artist of the song
Finally, feel free to donate a dollar or two to help me get better equipment and such to help further my career in music!
I chopped a sample. Tryed to play it on time/
But Dilla taught me that it doesn't need to be quantized/
So I'ma leave it as is, I do believe in magic/
Ima dreamer but dont sleep on me like a sealy mattress/
I am the epitome of a hat trick/
I can rap, produce tracks and of course I'm attractive/
And wackiness I don't know what that is/
It wasnt in my vocab list for any English classes that I have ever had which/
Means I cannot be that adjective/
But if I had to take a crack or a stab at it/
I would assume that it is you cuz you are talentless/
Surprisingly, I need you to help me bring balance in/ the world
Cuz life is just a bell curve/
Only so many succeed, one of those being me. I come in first/
And according to Ricky Bobby/
If you're not first your last, simply a nobody/
And that's honest truth boy. I hate to break it to ya/
Can't be as dope as me even if you prayed to Buddha/
Cuz you suck and blow hard you should play the tuba/
And your straightness is fishy like a case of tuna/
It's bout time that you face the rumors/
Come out that closet and accept that you're the gayest loser/
You spit baloney, you sit below me like the basement room was/
Your living quarters while I'm up above taking this to a/
Whole 'nother level. Changing the standards/
Raising the stakes cuz these lames got me angered/
So much to the point I'm going vkfhkajbfkjab/
and i STILL sound better than you, even when i babble/
Incomparable are these written lines in my pad/
I'm freakin nice on these pads. I'm living nice in my pad/
And your shit? I'd rather listen to listen than that/
and that's the truth man, that is the truth man/
released 07 November 2012
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