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Elizabeth
- Russia, far far...
- Last Record: 2011-03-09 02:36:56 -0600
- Joined: Jul 26, 2010
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while working on a REmix of "the prize," i got this riff in my head. so i put prize on hold and worked on this.
sampled a bit of Lava Tornado and another tasy find from GwenInterrupted's trusty loop collection.
Guitar, Bass, Arrangement ~ meeeee
rather than sit around with it, i'm sharing it in its "rough draft" state. or whatever.
i'd love to get someone doing a nice hip hop flow to it. or something of that nature.
tbc.
this is why i hit RECord.
<3
This RECord can now be heard on the HitRECorderly #3 Vinyl (released Summer 2012) as "Diamond in the Rough"
check it out here:
http://moveonthesun.bandcamp.com/track/diamond-in-the-rough
a sort of stream of consciousness-y thing ive been writing lately. i saw this timelapse vid today by bluebudgie and was really inspired to experiment with it. i understand how this might be seen as political or preachy or offensive.. but i honestly dont mean to be any of those things. it is directed at me more than anyone else. there's a lot of literary reference nod's in the text.
sub-point: the track is an instrumental version of everything is on fire
This was way too fun. P.s. This is a parental advisory warning. No children should be present when listening to this track.
Song lyrics are as follows:
You keep on,
spinnin the track
Until I bring it home
you got two turntables,
But I ain't no microphone drone.
I'm two tone,
I bring that ____ when I'm home alone
I don't run it down like I'm doin a drill
I spill them beats but that ___ is gettin ill
Twenty, Twenty regular please
Twenty, Twenty regular please.
Mr. I'll be gentleman when I settle them in,
Bullimic dream and my patience is running thin
I'm a mental lyriciist
Dominatrix of types
I'll take your balls and put them in a vice
I roll the dice, to get my dollars and change
rearrange the status and balance,
ya'll better know where I'm at.
I may be a "ghostwriter" but my lyrics
they be getting tighter,
Ya'll better know where I'm at
I'm over in the ghetto but it ain't
no ____
Cuz I'm too legit to quit ______
Cuz I'm too legit to quit ______
Yea... And I curse like a sailor
And I eat taylor ham
Ya'll better know where I'm at
I've got a 22, 45, and I'm getting a gat.
Y'all don't know me, I'll shank you
Y'all don't know where I'm from
Y'all don't even know where I'm goin..
Where am I goin?
Now that's how it's done, son.
My oldest friend is coming apart at the seams. Thought I'd try something new.
I liked this song quite a bit so I added a couple of instruments, some hand claps, and a bit of vocal harmonies as well. Yay!
This should ring some definite bells!
I gave it a go!! <3
I've had this one for a while, just forgot to post it I guess. Oops.
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