NineteenNyne-D: The Photo Album
by Nyne D
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 18-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Free Download
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Dream BIG
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NineteenNyne-D
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Who Would Have Thought
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Boredumb
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In This Journey
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Night Rider
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Head Held High Pt. I
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Open Up The Jar
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Di-Da-Nai
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Fly Away
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The Boardwalk
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Conjured Thoughts
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Blind Spot
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Toast To The Greatness
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The Hope
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Speak My Language
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about
A collection of sounds and images by a 22 year old MC from Spain in his journey to the US.
Starting 1990. Ending NineteenNyne-D.
Download includes 18 tracks + 'The Photo Album' pdf file w/ individual cover art for each track and all lyrics.
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Starting 1990. Ending NineteenNyne-D.
Download includes 18 tracks + 'The Photo Album' pdf file w/ individual cover art for each track and all lyrics.
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IF BANDCAMP DOES NOT LET YOU DOWNLOAD PLEASE USE THIS LINK:
www.mediafire.com?beks8c8aypk0c2d
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nyne-d.com
www.facebook.com/nynedmusic
soundcloud.com/nyne-d
www.youtube.com/nynedmusic
twitter.com/Nyne_D
credits
released 06 June 2012
Production by D'Evils, J.Oh, Doctor Kajota & more.
Featurings by Ricky Rivera & Chanda Mbao
I do not own any of these beats. This is for promotional use only.
All tracks (besides featurings) written, performed, recorded, mixed & mastered by Alvaro Tobar a.k.a. Nyne-D
All cover arts & photos shot & edited by Alvaro Tobar a.k.a. Nyne-D except for #2 #13 #16 (Gustavo Ballesteros) & #17 (Beau Moody)
Production by D'Evils, J.Oh, Doctor Kajota & more.
Featurings by Ricky Rivera & Chanda Mbao
I do not own any of these beats. This is for promotional use only.
All tracks (besides featurings) written, performed, recorded, mixed & mastered by Alvaro Tobar a.k.a. Nyne-D
All cover arts & photos shot & edited by Alvaro Tobar a.k.a. Nyne-D except for #2 #13 #16 (Gustavo Ballesteros) & #17 (Beau Moody)
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Born March 10th 1990 in Marbella, Nyne D has released 5 mixtape projects from his bedroom in Spain and has shared stage with acts such as Big Boi (Outkast), Mann, Pac Div, Blu, Azad Right & others. Being fully bilingual he studied the last year of his marketing major in the US and is currently living in California working on new projects with his team of artists the High Hopes Conglomerate. ... more
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May 2011
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- Track Name: Dream BIG
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And they ask me bout my accent
‘Ey, where you from?
You sound British but you rap like you’re American
And your fitted is a yanks cap, is that who you reppin’ son?’
I say ‘No, I’m Spanish’ and they think I mean Mexican
I know that what I’m doing hasn’t really got a precedent
Being European tryna jump up between the best of them
I’m seeing an arena full of reapers holding the testament
So I’m saying hi & bye, I guess my future is indefinite
Chest stronger than a tank top, not because of the vest I’m in
I invested in mental protection to full measurement
I know that when this record ends many will recommend
That I read some literature on the subject. Are you sure?
If I read some litter, it will probably be yours
I write lyrics on the shitter, you have your head on the floor
Tryna figure if I am done or if I’m doing some more
Jim Morrison & Eric Clapton couldn’t knock this many doors
Get out of the way
And my tactic is to be a tic-tac in hip hop
A breath of fresh air that will make the ladies lips hot
I’m on my tiptoes tryna reach the tiptop
If it’s not high enough I’ll just use what I got in the zip-lock
Feel heavy like metal; I know that I will slip not
Say life’s a beach - So yes I wear my flip-flops
Not gonna burn my soul I still got time in my wrist watch
Tic-toc isn’t gonna tell me whether or not I survive
I put my heart into my dreams & many ask me why?
Well they simply don’t fit in a jar on the bedside
When I write, I see Left-Eye, the guy from Bedstuy
And that other rapper from the Westside
Hanging in the next life
Spirit lives through their lyrics so when you hear it
They are smiling into deaths eye
Many ask me if they’re still alive
That’s my reply
‘Cuz when you have BIG dreams you simply don’t die
Standing in my lift in laughter
Headed to my loft
Life is all silk & cashmere
‘Cuz it’s a soft moment like I smoked a Geoffrey
And when the doors open Geoffrey will be there to pick my bags up
They say that I got lyrics but I gotta spit some swagger
I guess I’m the radio ‘cuz it’s hard to switch my style up
Always playing the same shit, man they got me fired up
Rolling Stoned are the only moves that resemble Mick Jagger
You rappers better get better
Not better get badder
‘Cuz all that tough talk sounds like chitter-chatter
Get off your little ladder
And find a little balance
‘Cuz you’re about to fall off like a cliff hanger
The thought of me falling is simply improbable
My repertoire can take care of any obstacle
I drop & roll for the pot of gold until its sabado
No weak days, come in, I invite you all - Track Name: NineteenNyne-D
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Wake up its Monday morning
Stretch out as I am yawning
Its early as fuck so I consider going back to snoring
Check my eyes in the mirror and see that they got jaundice
‘Cause last night I was drinking like I was born a fish
Aint no horror in the scope of this Pisces sight
And now I realize that my life needed more of this
So I stick into verses between choruses
Like id stick into blonde ladies that want to get smashed like ornaments
The origin of situations I get caught up in
Doesn't come from common sense
I keep it cornered in
The rest of the time my mind is up soaring
Replaying the dreams that are never really boring
Like spending money on clothes with couture
‘Cause my lyrical contouring
Makes the pretty girls come and see me touring
You cant blame just a junior Tolkien talking
This the year I blow up like the world that I was born in
I was born then we used to blast this
If I was born now then Id be a bastard
Gimme some backspace so that I can backflip
And take you to the summer when I met this little bad bitch
(she said) boom boom bap while she grinded on me
Had that big old butt, I had those crooked ass teeth
Rapping in the park from the morning to the dark
Back to where we start so I guess that this is NineteenNyne-D
Man I flow for days
You can’t ignore what I say
Im like a bad radio rapper when the fucker is overplayed
I got more heart than you suckers
And I know all of your ways
I make you choke from the chest like a rope was tied around your shoulderblades
And to a bulldozer driving the other way
Drag you down the block so you can feel my amazing race
You’re now listening to the blood sweat & tears
Of a young vet with fears of getting no badges to decorate
The uniform that ill eventually be buried in
My thoughts take the physical form
Its like a new limb is born
So id be a unicorn if I had to be equestrian
Leaving pussies torn because of how rude he is
They call me Julius; they’d want me to be born by caesarian
Too many chickens in Caesars salad made me a vegetarian
Wanna see green, not your bladder
You piss me off
We don't believe your bullets
You better seize your ballads
I also eat MCs your ass is on the fucking plater
Not even a librarian can tell me to be silent
They can now read books by listening to Nyne-D
And closing their eyelids, like this - Track Name: Who Would Have Thought
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Nastier than teenagers in a Burger King toilet
Lyrics so greasy a McDonalds manager couldn't employ it
Exfoliate the foliage that smells like magnolia
Put it all in a rolly-up & let it take you somewhere holier
It's the rodeo soldier
In ya area code, if ya
Wondered where I’m from? We don't call it andalosia
Gasol is the gas oil that stops us from being Kobier
Eroding sugar coating for rodents that think its utopia
Smack people that don't laugh & prefer to say ‘lol’ at cha
Cause you couldn't get lonelier than a nuns fallopian
Lifes about dreaming and you all suffer insomnia
When im in the zone you couldn't wake me up with ammonia
Yeh, Now try to tell me that I cant rap
My boys told me I was getting old for this way back
But I thought fuck that, this is how I like to live
Rappin has given me more satisfaction then any job I did
My future is taking shape while yours is undecided
While you’re tryna figure it out you’re rappin words I once recited
So I keep writing tongue twisters for you tongue tied bitches
Ask my dentists assistants clitoris my tongues tight like stitches
Ahh yeah, like who would have thought?
21 rappin full force
Ahh yeah, like who would have thought?
21 rappin full force
I recruited music as a therapeutic amusement
Deeply routed in the movement of the soul when influenced
People will do whatever they can to try to ruin
The building that you are doing
and say you cant be a rapper if you’re also a student
But I don't feel included so I just keep moving
Cause if it came to hip-hop they’d be the ones id be schooling
Do you really think a lion king will listen to a toucan?
Hakuna matata take two tokes and watch the tight ropes loosen
Pushing things forward with HHC – after I met
Rick, Diego, Sach, Lekh & Murugan
Making other rappers think of suicide
Cause they feel like a sewer inside
I guess I’m who their parents will be suing
I don't need Dre’s headphones to know this Beat’s a Monster
I just hope its an excuse for people to come & see my concert
They couldn't see me blow up, if I wrote a bomb verse
When it comes to seeing Mo-ney
This lady is wearing a long skirt
Cause I aint seeing shit, wishing I could get onto her
But I can’t tell you what seeing people sing along is worth
So next time they make you question your birth in remorse
Remember its up to you to make them think who would have thought
Ahh yeah, like who would have thought?
21 rappin full force
Ahh yeah, like who would have thought?
21 rappin full force - Track Name: Boredumb
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Ladies tell me that I gotta start lifting weights
To start getting in shape
So wherever I go I’m making a state-ment-ality
Is the muscle I work out
But not the one that’ll get titties to burst out
I love women but I got a lot to learn bout
The way they switch when my show has a large turn out
Before you were bored and wouldn't surf out
And now you’re standing there so wet that I could throw you a towel
You love J. Cole ever since he dropped ‘Work Out’
You don't care about ‘The Warm Up’ as long as he’s warm now
Tryna buy your way into fame your looking in the wrong aisle
Take you home tonight but tomorrow you gotta walk out
Exercise till you pull the muscle under your left breast
I hustle like its chest press
raise the bar with my bars - Creativity on creatine
You’re not thinking you just wanna be a thin queen – slim dreams
What do you do for something new
And you think that your love is true – its just boredumb
What do you do for something new
And you think that your love is true
People gonna think this goes to someone in particular
Stop being so shallow you would drown in a little pu-
-ddle – and here I am on this lilly pad
Watching you all sink cause shit you say is just ridiculous
We all want a perfect partner and we picture her
See her and hope that she is singular
So when we can meet I can tell her what I think of her
But she will be looking at me like im tryna pick her purse
If I buy her a drink she will turn to the perfect listener
Start getting confident ask to roll a rizzler
Cause shes feeling low and hasn't had a bit of herb
Since her ex caught her cheating made her hit the curb
But she was quick to learn
Cause mummy was doing the same shit ever since she was a little girl
Daddy changing every week – happy paintings weren’t to keep
Cause she would burn them to return them
Feeling broken in a brittle world
What do you do for something new
And you think that your love is true – its just boredumb
What do you do for something new
And you think that your love is true
You need to fly home – you need to refresh
Mama said when she told her she felt depressed
She worried bout pushing other peoples buttons her whole life
And hers have always been de-pressed
Its hard to get some deep rest in a world that never sleeps
Her coffee machine is always coughing out steam
To make sure that she’s counting dollars instead of counting sheep
So she can pay for accounting college and countdown to her dreams
That's her secret – she never told nobody
Even if Victoria’s Secret wasn't sitting on her body
Cause no one could keep it – she couldn't trust nobody
But she should have trusted her mind before trusting her body
Now she can’t help feeling like a piece of inventory
In somebody’s trophy gallery in the dormitory
Its never too late to rewrite your own story
Gotta have faith - don't get blinded by the glory - Track Name: In This Journey
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In this Journey you’re the journal im the journalist
Eternalist, they ask if im commercial or alternative
Fuck that – rap is my home, my lyrics furnish it
So I never feel how a tourist lives
Because im 22 and I still don't own a pair of Jordan’s
They cost triple through customs so I could never afford them
But by the time you hear this recording
Ill probably be paid off it
So il be in the store getting like 4 of them
But none for me
All for my friends & family
Cause I gotta look out for them after they looked out for moi
Now they walking in my shoes
So while they step in those number 3’s
Maybe they'll understand what I do
Cause hip-hop is in me like the noir in le soir
Ladys blow kisses like ‘mua’
They think ill be a superstar
But I don't – I just wanna go far like au revoir
Count with me and ill take you, un, deux, trois
In this Journey they say that im the journalist
Place my flag on the top when I conquer it
If dreaming is a crime then guilty is the veredict
Sleep to climb and when im not all I do is be high
Be high, be high, be high
Never being left behind
Behind, behind, behind
Tryna kiss the sky
She looked at me weird because I let her go in front of me
Onto the bus it wasn’t a restaurant with cutlery
My gran said that's how you treat girls to meet them comfortably
I thought I broke the ice, next she’s about to melt under me
But she walked in like she was too good for my company
Damn I guess times have changed
I felt stupid – why did I listen to what Granma says?
You’re the young one in this era
You saw how all the girls grew n sped up
And when they end up with a dude that aint worth the pair up
They erupt and say all guys are the same – but this aint Xerox
There’s something bout your pussy that attracts the beware dogs
Be aware of what you do and how you carry yourself
Cause something valuable will fall if its carried by a cheap shelf
But if you enjoy the backseat – fuck a seatbelt
We love to ride you
Even if after you remind us – we need a soul mate like how an amputees feet felt
In this Journey they say that im the journalist
Place my flag on the top when I conquer it
If dreaming is a crime then guilty is the veredict
Sleep to climb and when im not all I do is be high
Be high, be high, be high
Never being left behind
Behind, behind, behind
Tryna kiss the sky - Track Name: Night Rider
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Open up my eyes and I don't know how im feeling
Rolling in the bed and all I can see is the ceiling
Just walls interfering in my rise to succeeding
But im willing for completion
Night Rider im a pilgrim
Autopilot built in – cockpit for two - no fools
Me & my ambition is sufficient
No space for bitches fishing for a ménage
Like Lil’ Kim
Turning straw to gold call me rumpelstiltskin
Don't wanna turn old- rap is my fountain of youth
So in the booth im barney gumble tilting
In this game it seems like hardly humble will win
If I thought I was the best ive reached my limit
So until then ima do like Miilkbone
‘Keep It Real’ im only milking
Rap is full of villains and theyre all tryna King Pin
Im the syringe hip-hop needs to stick in its elbow
To make the hell go – go ahead and put the hero – in
Another drive under the lights – im the Night Rider
Under the influence of life – im the typewriter
They say that stars come out at night – but I shine brighter
My mind aims for the sky and I fly higher
4 in the morning and im leaving Phi’s house
Working hard, working till late, wed have to sneak out
Go outside, look at the stars, roll the last spliff
Sit on the hood of our cars, smoke & just speak about
How we don't have to sleep, we know what wed dream about
Life is giving opportunities we have to weed them out
I write my insecurities, proceed to read them out
But, then I recede like Ne-Yo’s hairline when the beanies out
And wonder if there’s rhymes, that I could redesign
To make them sound more complex as they leave my mouth
Cause I wanna redefine who I am into Nyne D
Cause my passion is in my genes like im Levi Strauss
Im a simple dude, man I don't ask for much
Some hip-hop, some cooked food I can put in my gut
I just hope that sometime soon they reciprocate
Rappin will be eating and vice versa, now that's a winners plate
Another drive under the lights – im the Night Rider
Under the influence of life – im the typewriter
They say that stars come out at night – but I shine brighter
My mind aims for the sky and I fly higher
I flow to blow
Toe-to-toe
Against all of you Trojan hoes
Tryna get inside me to control my roll and stall my growth
Tryna get me to be Greek? Then I will be Aldous Snow
All this snow is something I nose because the world is cold
Got the globe on a finger roll like the Harlem pros
Got your girl in my tentacles – 10 fingers and 10 toes
Shes centerfold on my bed so edible
Im a coke bottle shes a mentos and I let her go – no menopause
This man wont pause
Cause no men oppose – they all applaud
No vertigo on this vertical roller coast
Cause the roads I rode take me up & down my coast
Make me the nightrider like the Hasselhoff – and now the battles off - Track Name: Head Held High Pt. I
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Im sailing
Cause looking at the time feels like (feels like)
Sipping on some wine cause as the years go by (go by)
I know it will all be fine, with the money on my mind (on my mind)
So I get up, get up & get mine (get mine)
I gotta keep my Head Held High all the time (high all the time)
I keep my Head Held High all the time (high all the time)
I keep my Head Held High all the time (high all the time)
What would you do if your position was mine? (was mine)
Too many thoughts collapse my mindstate
My brain is a city covered in chaos with 5 star crime rate
I feel like a GTA player – my mind just escapes
But I still play to feel the rush of doing whatever the fuck I want and then getting away
Why would you care about 25 to life, when time can wait?
That's why im sitting on this sofa tryna grab rhymes by the waist
Cause my pen is the only lady I slow dance with everyday
On her head she wears a cap and its always the other way
Always spinning in my hand so doesn't know when she sees straight
On her leg she wears a heel that carves everything that I feel into a paper dance floor hoping that you can relate
Don't be late with these moves my dude
Cause I want you to come with me whenever I maneuver through the Louvre
I use lyrics to paint pictures of the path my history drew
I guess it's the only museum where the future is in front of you
I sit down I’m struggling to write another sentence
The last period marks the beginning of the wait
And I don't know if ill be able to bench it
Something to mention to my forensic in the case of my death is
That he wont find an appendix it blew up after my pen did
If only go can judge me, then why do I feel sentenced?
Cause the music I grew up listening to will make me come back with a vengeance
A boy listening to Pac, a man listening to Kendrick
Lamar Or-Dom Kennedy
Don't need to go from LA to Dallas to feel like a Maverick
Plus I got plans of inspiring the world
And that's where the aforementioned president shattered his
Part of his shadow lives within
All men should know – but they don't
Just like we wish all women would blow – but they won’t
Bitch do you need a clip to your temple
To get my dick in your dimples
Its not that simple
I hope my pen skill makes you more judgmental
Each night I fight – tryna write the passage
That will be the right of passage
To wherever all the cash is
My eyes are magnets to mirages
Il watch matches turn to ashes just to manage my madness
And see everything shine except for badges
“Im high in the backseat of a taxi with some pussy – call me Aladdin
Cause im flying with a car pet that you cant imagine”
I was 11 I started rapping – my name was Nyne Dymondz
Cause my boy stole a ring with nine rocks in it blinding
It was gazing at it like ravens, freestyling, getting high when
I decided to use it as the name to live by then
I was strong like it & like it among the dirt I was shining
But like snake skin for rhyming – I had to grow out of it
But because I cut down my name, doesn't mean I’m not cut out for it
Nyne is always aiming for 10 and the ‘D’ is so u ‘don't doubt dis dick’
Im coming bitch, whats up? - Track Name: Open Up The Jar
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The letters MC to me
Stand for MisConception
The industry don't want rappers like me to come up
But with the internet they’re fucked
Cause they cant stop this erection
New breed of MCs now that they missed their contraception
I don't think im Big Meech, no, or Larry Hoover
Where im from the more you speak, the less you have that will prove it
And ye I get stoned but I aint in love with Medusa
Gotta stay focused to say no whenever she seduce ya
Rappers gotta have a chain? What a nuisance
Even copying Jay they couldn't come up with their own Blueprint
Creative suicide – under the bling you have the mark of where the noose is
Like wearing a tie tanning – this is the titanic
I want you rappers to try manage
To not hit the ice & spit nice by your own standards
You aint even man enough to try man it
Jump on their wallets to get high standing
They will understand once I have landed
I said, jump on their wallets to get high standing?
Its ok, they will under stand once I have landed.
Get it?
You’re the loser, cause you put a winner in your drawer
Now every possible outcome is covered before the score is up
Writing raps in college, I call them my uni verses
In my universe for real hip-hop im a follower
David Beckham in this Galaxy - the only foreigner
Like him I moved from Spain to Cali thinking bout Victoria
They hear that im a rapper and they get it all mistaken
Think im gonna start spitting bout how much of a gangsta they facing
But face it, that's not how his Mama raised him
I was raised in the sun like a raisin
Even when it rains in, im raiding the clouds for the silver lining
That brings the sunrays in
Son of summer – my mind is laying on the beach blazing
If I Fall down I Spring up – cause those are the seasons adjacent
Winners don't get frozen if winter winds do really awaken
Im shivering on the bus hoping the studio is vacant
Thinking out of the box in this cubicle is my summer vacation
I said I’m shivering on the bus hoping the studio is vacant
Thinking out of the box in this cubicle is my summer vacation
I’ve got too much shit to say to give a fuck what you think of it
Realness? I stink of it – kinda smell that stays lingering
I gotta put my work into numbers for you to figure it
Get ready your mind is about to start doing arithmatricks
My rhythmic metric makes you think of my charisma bitch
Then you realize that I talk a lot but don't really say shit
I can feel it – the game is at my fingertips
But this orangutans hand is too big to get a pinch of it
Beat in my chest – not because im primitive
But because my heart pumps blood to the rhythm of the instruments
Feel me flowing like my hemoglobin
The way I tile my creations you would say ‘he’s more Goblin’
And now my Future seems Odd
I could be the architect of my dreams or it could be just a façade
But im putting up these bricks for the sake of tryna live large
Maybe that way well figure out who we really are - Track Name: Di-Da-Nai
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Whats up Mum? I guess you know who it is
Cause you’re the only one of your friends to have a rapping kid
I know you wont mind as long as im the best at it
I know it sounds hard, but that's what the objective is
You taught me how to take life’s hits – I guess that im a masochist
With zero asses kissed on my abacus
And ima master it, until my music makes the masses kiss goodbye to all that massive shit that hey call massive hits
Their asteroids are my asterisks
Needless of adjectives, I used needles to write this manuscript
Cause my mind was on point when I manufactured it
Study my words like Jesus of Nazareth & you will find
There wasn't a debut as passionate since 2Pacalypse
Losing my liver in a boozing labyrinth
I’m tryna find where the ladder is
To a lavender bubble bath, loud bitch with a dumb ass
But smart enough to be in love with whatever living lavish is
My alliteration makes listeners feel illiterate
I guess that they got slackers lisp
Bottles go up and the models go down
That's the only thing that turns frowns upside down
Bottles go up and the models go down
That's the only thing that turns frowns upside down
We know where well end up and we know where we are now
Gotta keep pushing till the sun runs out
Gotta keep pushing till the sun runs out
Di-Da-Nai tell you before? I tell you now
How did a kid from Spain create all of this ambush
Just another kid on campus
But now they shut up because they know that silence is my canvas
I learnt another language – Paps thought ahead, no dandruff
Fuck flashy cars, I think better on the damn bus
Easy to say now cause those rides I cant touch
Self-driven, self taught, I’m the only one I can trust
Like a girl out of high school turned to pole dancer
Takes her bracelet of for work because it says Amanda
And a man does no damage to her standards
If he doesn't know the name her mother gave her when she had her
Cause an imaginary world is too small for her to dance in
I wish I had the answer to cancer
So my uncle wouldn't worry bout it coming back every year like Santa
But I gift raps hoping that they can serve
To think while waiting for destiny to pick you up from the damn curb
This page is my diaper, I feel it getting damper
And now I’m thinking di-da-nai already do all the damn dirt?
Bottles go up and the models go down
That's the only thing that turns frowns upside down
Bottles go up and the models go down
That's the only thing that turns frowns upside down
We know where well end up and we know where we are now
Gotta keep pushing till the sun runs out
Gotta keep pushing till the sun runs out
Di-Da-Nai tell you before? I tell you now
What’s up Granddad? I know you’re watching me
You deserve the final verse
Cause out of the people who saw my birth
You’re the one I had to say goodbye to first
And Mum hates it when I talk about family biz
But I got weight to lift off my shoulders cause my spinal hurts
You told me how for being strong thinking twice will work
See everyone as pussies except your own, like a vaginal nurse
If you wanna be Richie like Lionels purse
Capitalize everything like the letters in a title word
Cause it's a tight old world & to live young & free everyday must be a new beginning – bridal church
So im tryna make this mic be worth, what it is to me
Cause without it my life is worse - Track Name: (Quest)ion ft Chanda Mbao
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My name is Nyne-D
And I live on these beats
And when they hear me speak
They ask me
(Where your coming from?)
Im from the other side of the planet
And I knew id always end up here, I never really planned it
I used to kick rocks til I met hip-hop at a young age
Raised by rhymes that would raise my eyebrows
I wanted to pierce my earlobes to erase the trace of
Private school boy, but mum would have slapped my face off
So id be late to class with MC Eiht on my iPod
Cause O-Dog never worried bout being late to class dog
Parents like ‘Oh god
The kids a lost cause’
But it was a phase in time like fucking Jacobs
Now I look in the face of - this Casio
Know I got more cardio
Than Mario in a merry go
Cause back when Angie & Sacario
Used to be on the radio
Id walk around the barrio
Wondering ‘If I could go’
Fly to wherever all the raps would flow & say adios
To the same old chavy hoes
Gypos fake Armani clothes
Kanis in their Nike Shox
Yasunis on their Aerox
Youd only know what I mean if you grew up on my block
My name is Nyne-D
And I live on these beats
And when they hear me speak
They ask me
(Where your coming from?)
Im from the other side of the planet
And I knew id always end up here, I never really planned it
(Chanda Mbao)
31st of May, 1989
This money MC, began his journey in time
Nine years later, would start his journey with rhymes
Classics designed, the lines on his mind
Illmatic & beyond, memorized every song
Dreaming about getting 5 mics in The Source
At least Unsigned Hype
Letters I would write
Just hoping that they would listen to where I poured my life
Only 15, walking miles to the post office
Monthly address on the letter so cautious
Air mail to the US across borders
The land of the dreams far across waters
Every chance I could get buying magazines
Flipping to the back hoping to see my dream
Next big thing on the hip-hop scene
Im still waiting, grinding like Nyne-D
My name is Nyne-D
And I live on these beats
And when they hear me speak
They ask me
(Where your coming from?)
Im from the other side of the planet
And I knew id always end up here, I never really planned it - Track Name: Fly Away
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I wanna Fly Away, I wanna get away
Say hello to the heights & goodbye to the lights
I wanna fly away, I wanna get away
It’ll all feel alright once im lost in the night
They doing everything they can to slow my pace up
Stand by me to make me trip but im always laced up
You cant tie me down, that's a waste of energy
Only a lady in a night gawn could make me wake up
Girl whats the reason for that make-up
You look beautiful even when my eyes stay shut
Now lets get naked
And let my tastebuds
Paint a picture on you with no apron
Art class always had an A Plus
Now you C minus, head over the bed face up
Bout to hit the ceiling and not because of no date drug
Move me past roofie, that's why I stay up
Above the clouds always spitting down at the undertaker
Currently my currency is an annoying bumblebee
Buzzing behind my ear but doesn't sting or swell up to be
What it could,
if it did, like wood from leaves
I would not leave
And now im jumping at it from underneath
I wanna Fly Away, I wanna get away
Say hello to the heights & goodbye to the lights
I wanna fly away, I wanna get away
It’ll all feel alright once im lost in the night
Keep my stash in my glasses case, my shades smell like swishers
Grape goggles googling ‘wood grain gripper’
15 listening to UGK tryna differ-
entiate the US from Spain like what if we drank sizzurp?
Questions start to quiver as the quest grows
Easy to rap in front of people who don't know how the game goes
To get a ‘dope rapper’ label
But do you have what it takes to rap in raps cradle?
To the grave were all faithful
But I don't want a shortcut without first giving a gorgeous bitch a facial on a tourbus
No stable, my voice is hoarse, because my raps saddles tight
I got a paddle flow like a turtle might
Pushing off yours cause I could, so I should
You stay in the would like a termite
Im not the battle type, so don't ask If I can fight
Cause what I travelled would make cattle
Think my shit is the fertile type
Time is racing in my Carreras so I lift them up
Looking for my future, are we there yet? Cause I aint giving up
I wanna Fly Away, I wanna get away
Say hello to the heights & goodbye to the lights
I wanna fly away, I wanna get away
It’ll all feel alright once im lost in the night
This aint no trend or scheme, been rapping since thirteen
That's 10 years in 10 months
That's more work than what you could dream
First to wake up, last to go to sleep
Literally putting more work in then you could dream
And for certain im worth it, no Maybelline
I don't know bout make-up I don't make believe
For those who may believe
That if you maybe leave
Like I did, next to the Maple Leaf
You may be leaf, and fall
Its not Autumn, its May, believe
See my poetry is a growing tree
And I wanna know my roots before I plant my seed
Cause you cant succeed, if you don't know where you came from
Marbella, Malaga, Costa del Sol, made in the sun
Im Spanish so you think im from wherever your maids from
Wondering how the fuck my lyrics cleaner than you maids mum
Im hungry tryna cake up
Then il put the cake in cups
You wanna know how?
Its homemade, get out my maison
I wanna Fly Away, I wanna get away
Say hello to the heights & goodbye to the lights
I wanna fly away, I wanna get away
It’ll all feel alright once im lost in the night - Track Name: The Boardwalk
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There’s something bout my hometown
That stops me from calling California my home now
Its just a matter of time cause I love SoCal
Girls are so cold, parties are so wild
Star Wars dro, so high, blowing the best out
Il be Hans Solo, cause Chuuwee is up in North Cal
Sun hangs solo cause there is always no clouds
And it hangs so low it makes you wanna reach out & touch it
peace out from your beach towel to recal
-Culate, the distance & space that separates you both
Maybe im too high, maybe im too low
If I had one, id drive around in the two door
Cause ‘Today Was A Good Day’ same as the song goes
And tomorrow aint promised, man its like Alonzo
But I training, I aint playing in no big league
Its just me & my music, no worries, living by the beach
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Sky is my roof and the sand is my floorboard
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Open up my terrace and im knocking on the shores door
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Looking at the see, what would I need more for
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Im living life on the boardwalk
Another day another dollar, or so they say
Tryna get used to the faces on the coins like ‘who the fuck are they?’
I remember not having a Euro just a year ago
Now it's the same but the exchange rate gets me a little mo
Plus im closer to getting spotted like Clearasil
And the image of me winning is getting clearer still
Im still clear on this steering wheel
Driving in the fast lane, but im looking in the mirror still, cause
I got a backseat full of Benadryl, vaccine for the allergy
To the wack scene of bad dream rappers
That happen to get a record deal
But im like LRG, I bring the better feel
My Research Lifts your Groups weak verse
Elevate you but its me first, flow to ease thirst
Till my record has more spins than a spoon has tea stirs
cause I cover your soul & hearts like t-shirts & sneakers
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Sky is my roof and the sand is my floorboard
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Open up my terrace and im knocking on the shores door
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Looking at the see, what would I need more for
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Im living life on the boardwalk
Success is a journey, its not a destination
I aim to go high, you cant stop my elevation
You’re all speed bumps, tryna fuck up my suspension
I learnt how to write with class when I was in detention
I see the days go by, faster than I imagined
The sun is just a hoe rising in the horizon
Getting paid to count all of your minutes like Verizon
So ima do it like Tribe did,
Beats, Rhymes & Life bitch
Feeling triumphant like trumpets on an elephant
So eloquent a gentleman that can accomplish anything
Never rest to get to the Everest im climbing
Don't wanna push or tease
but im here to eclipse your grinding
Like Pusha T, theres no Malice in G.O.O.D. Music
Most people wont understand that, but if you did?
You’re probably one of the dudes id wanna be cool with
Im sailing from Banus to a New port, who knew this?
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Sky is my roof and the sand is my floorboard
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Open up my terrace and im knocking on the shores door
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Looking at the see, what would I need more for
Yeah, im living life on the boardwalk
Im living life on the boardwalk - Track Name: Conjured Thoughts
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Behind the mic I feel legendary, I can hear the organs
I feel like Morgan, a Freeman out of Shawshank
Im going back in tryna run the Green Mile like Tom Hank
Cause right now all im running is a poor bank
Just a kid spitting louder tryna fill the blanks
With the gunpowder that will flip a tank
Already above the clouds but im still below the heavens
Angelic state of mind got me preaching like a reverend
Wanna go up like a death wish,
No lead in my zeppelin
But no leg in a legging, get it?
The beat is provided by none other than D’Evils
Dear god I wonder can you save me from these people
Im sure were able to reason something reasonable
Cause they doubt only to try n make me feeble
And when my fees build they will wanna see bills
And ill just see hoes, so I do it now by default, easy
In this beautiful battlefield always in battle mode
Cacerol on my head while im hopping on this catapult
Bout to spit a cataclysm that you cats cannot cope
Like a hairball the shape of a can of aerosol
Im Hannibal in front of a cannonball
Eat till I blow or till my belly covers my balls
And ill still be taking shits on all of y’all, nasty
If you walk past me, you’ll see im not clerical
I’m clearly a hysterical caricature
Of all rappers careers kindly conjured
And served kinda cold
When I reign or shine, nobody will block this Español
Unless you’re Pau Gasol, holding an umbrella or a parasol
Jump if you’re feeling froggy, ill make sure that you croak
A Rabbit on his 8th mile, your Papa Doc
And Im doing the whole 9, I know that is yards
But im so far ahead of y’all that its comparable
And im thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose
Thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose
Go get it,
When my mouth starts, I out smart about half
Of the rappers who think they’re the shit
When they’re not even a couch fart
So stay seated in that odor
You’re all Fat Bastards, love your own aroma
I dream so deep, I don't sleep, I go to comas
About checks with commas
Cause rapping is my commerce
Waking up with boners
Cause I know the best head is at the top of the totem
And my mother asks me why I whole my scrotum when I’m on stage
I say cause I’m playing my instrument I’m like Beethoven at a young age
I see hip-hop all around me, no matter where I move
Cross the street & feel like im Sean Carters shoes
Jay-walking while I stay talking, don't think that its Bluetooth
If I used the zebra crossing you would think the zoos loose
I don't care whos who, im like choo choo
Balls bigger than the rims on your blue coupe
It got boring like watching a girl dance in a tutu
It would be cool if you invented the wheel
But then you wouldn't rap about it man
You’d probably just be like Uh Uh
Oh oh, is that coo coo?
These are my thoughts
And im thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose
Thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose
And im thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose
Thinking, man what you thinking?
About sinking cause I swear im about to drown in these flows
Money comes, money goes
So do friends, so do hoes
The glass is half full cause ive been rapping since a snotty nose - Track Name: Blind Spot
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He decorates his room with the stop signs he ignores
Uses knives to cut up the keys that open doors
no locksmith, more like a blocksmith
16 year old playing Tetris loves to hear people say that hes lost it
But hes not thick, mind Sharper than Edward
Magnetic to the thought of having Zeros in his pocket
Mum kicked him out of the door & locked it
But ‘Home Is Wherever Im With You’ he whispered to his wallet
Dad loves him just thinks hes an alcoholic
Never thought hed be out robbing tourists in their Crocs quick
Blind love, look what it costed
A life like an NBA calendar - full of court dates
His father just hopes he doesn't wish he was adopted
Blaming himself for tryna make the boy forfeit, but he forced it
A life with so much pain he cant forget
The third strike would feel like getting hit by the fourth fist
You were planning trips to Morocco for a pot of gold
Until the pigs were your pothole and pulled up in that patrol
Opened up the backdoor and said ‘vamonos’
And you hopped in smiling cause you knew where you were gonna go
Stepping into that vehicle, was like,
Entering the streets honor role
Wasn't no honor though
You probably wont believe it, or say you didn't need it
You think you were gonna last long with the life you were leading?
If you did or if you didn't do it that's out of the question
Its an intervention for a car that was speeding
If you hit an intersection there would have been grieving
So yeh its something you needed, il say it and repeat it
Maybe that way you’ll find a new meaning
A boy to a man in a cell, what an achievement huh?
People say you were misleaded
You say it was in your vessels but its also what left you bleeding
Hurting the people around you but you didn't get the hint
Until your father got ill from the thoughts you made him think
Leg tatted with his name, but to feel his pain, you’d have to walk with a limp
Just cause you sink ink into your skin doesn't wash it all down the sink
You loved it, he thought it was a delinquents imprint
The same night back to giving addiction a wink
Think while you blink to keep thoughts & sights in sync
Not everything you see is what you may predict
The moon tastes like mint while you look at her through a drink
To end up smashing it on a head over a glimpse
You’re alone cause you’re intense
When you remember your nights by the wounds they inflict
Theres a whole other world outside of this bubble
Look up and only see the end of the bottle
Look down and only see your shoes in a puddle, no huddle so you
I just hope that you get away
And see the light through the clouds in a brighter day
Theres always a golden moment but you cant just wait
Cause in the rise to the top theres no time to waste
I just hope that you get away
And see the light through the clouds in a brighter day
Theres always a golden moment but you cant just wait
Cause in the rise to the top theres no time to waste - Track Name: Toast To The Greatness
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I used to rap as loud as I could when I was home alone
Flow was out of this world, I felt like I was phoning home
But id talk about grabbing the chrome and saying its on
No shiny gun in my jeans not even in my chromosomes
Cause I was overdosed with stories of those hopeless folks
That used rap as a way to get out of a life that was no joke
I used to treat rap albums the way you’d treat Pokemon
I had to catch them all,
I swear hip-hop was like my foster home
But I couldn't ignore I had a family of my own
That loved me I had to love them back for all those that were born alone
As I grew up I had to calm down
‘Fuck the world’ resonating in my dome
But my consciousness made me put a condom on
Cause many times rappers would say shit I never lived and couldn't condone
I always saw hip-hop as more than a mean vocal tone
Now my vocation is located behind a microphone
They thought I was loco, rapping in south Spain
But their thoughts were local, cause my Dad would say
Location, location, location, working in real estate
Had to relocate to the States cause everything I state is real
Gotta go forth like IV, tap my vein
These rappers are poison ivy, vain like daffodils
They wanna see their own sphinx when they Tutan-come-home
Now I’m chewing on those pyramids like a fucking Toblerone
I prefer to die like a king than living like a pawn
Easy to execute with this paper crown on
Got my hands on my pride and nobody will take it
Now my glass is up and Im toasting for the greatness
I prefer to die like a king than living like a pawn
Easy to execute with this paper crown on
Got my hands on my pride and nobody will take it
Now my glass is up and Im toasting for the greatness
The greatness, the greatness, yeah
The greatness, the greatness, toasting for the greatness
The greatness, the greatness, yeah
The greatness, the greatness, toasting for the greatness
I still dream of vans with clothes cause money pours fuck an umbrella
Right now I got Vans with holes from 3 days at Coachella
Fuck the shoes, like Cinderella in a Favela
I smoked 8 blunts, I was blown like a feather
Reach out to that hologram my eyes got wetter
Remembering the first time I heard ‘Keep Your Head Up’
The goose bumps came back telling me I couldn't let up
Make the roof thump for the devils under this set up
I gotta keep eating till I’m fed up
Cause these rappers only talk about how they cake up
I haven’t even crepe up, but by the time I’ve crept up
Il be aiming at your tear duct, bout to get lit up, cause I will have lead up
A looky looky man sold me Pacs Greatest Hits
Faker than Snookis tan, fading at the Ugg Boot
But a bootleg CD made me realer than Lesane Parish Crooks Out the window screaming out ‘Fuck You!’
A pro that makes all cons be swept in abundance
And crastination is a suffix I don't suffer in my ‘sontence’
I mean sentence but I birth ‘em
You take them in like an orphan
And now understand why other rappers prefer an abortion
Generic names including the word ‘young’ and the word ‘dog’
Like a board game even their name says their boring
‘Oh how original yours is a number and a letter,
And you change the ‘i’ for a ‘y’ thinking it will look better’
What bitch just said that? Thinking there’s a competitor
Behead her like Anne Boleyn
An ambulance will come in playing mandolins
And place his head on the fence of my castle as a mannequin
To show how these thoughts will be handled with
For anyone tryna battle him
Cause im Merlin on a serpent
I swore my sword to the lords of war as a wordsmith
This aint the result of too much Warcraft
But when you’re the Lord Of The Ring, there’s always More doors
This actually occurred when I was drivin an Excursion
Playing chicken against a Suburban
Opening my fifth beer thinking what side is the best for swerving
Cant make a choice so I just drive straight and close my eyes while im burping
In other words, many don't want beef with me, like a burger to a gurkin
1945 im a German in Berlin
Bombing my own city tryna stop a conversion
But I still carry the burden of seeing it all burning
Thought it would be birds chirping
But its all different when youre high up
You wouldn't call a Persian merchant an insurgent
But you’re the first to associate a turbulence with a turban
Many think they know but they don't even hit the surface
You say you don't judge a book by its cover
but saying that this kid is a rapper would only be a fuckin way to blurb him
If you listened up to now then you understood the greatness
Listen up to now and youll understand the greatness
If you listened up to now then you understood the greatness
Listen up to now and youll understand the greatness
If you listened up to now then you understood the greatness
Listen up to now and youll understand the greatness
I prefer to die like a king than living like a pawn
Easy to execute with this paper crown on
Got my hands on my pride and nobody will take it
Now my glass is up and Im toasting for the greatness
I prefer to die like a king than living like a pawn
Easy to execute with this paper crown on
Got my hands on my pride and nobody will take it
Now my glass is up and Im toasting for the greatness
The greatness, the greatness, yeah
The greatness, the greatness, toasting for the greatness
The greatness, the greatness, yeah
The greatness, the greatness, toasting for the greatness - Track Name: Head Held High Pt. II ft Ricky Rivera
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I saw my dreams come close after I landed in America
Keep going ‘On & On’ till I get closer to Erykah
Ye I call it ‘Baduizm’ & by the way
By the wisdom displayed
I think its safe to say
That bad tuition is the modern days plague
Just a thought that I thought you should take
Im sick of seeing my inner visions
Go wrong because of my inhibitions
So I just write them away
And im tryna get my hands to take me where my feet cant
Most of the time a leap of faith comes with a steep ramp
And then you’ll be scared to fall like you’re a Greek bank
When I deliver, I flow long like the Nile
You’re in the same river swimming against my current cause you’re in denial
I get the shivers when I think about the mainstream but for you I guess its easier to follow
Im tryna eat off rap so I make music for the greedier to swallow
To make them realize, that real eyes see real lies
Music used to have a heart, but the media made it hollow
How low can they go, wearing a halo?
You only listen to their music because they say so
That's like working for cash and getting paid in play dough
So being the better option is the main goal
(Ricky Rivera)
So get fly with me
Go ‘head roll up, get high with me
They quick, to sell a young boys dreams
Even quicker, to say it aint what it seems
What’s a young’n to do?
What’s a young’n to do?
If not me then I do this for you
I do it for you, 1, 2
Come fly with me
Go head, roll up, get high with me
You’re so quick, to kill a young boys dreams
But even quicker to say it aint what it seems
So keep your head held high all the time my dude
Keep your head held high all the time
You gotta keep your head held high all the time my dude
There’s no difference between me & you, take 2
(Ricky Rivera)
This my dream everyday I get closer
Back to my Roots this is How I Got Over
Different ways to get it, Stedman got Oprah
Anything possible if Bobby got sober
They tell you how to get on
Go head shoot a video
Born to be a star tell me why I need Arsenio
Freshman year front row at that Chiddy show
Seen how they got it man
I knew I had to get it yo
One thing I never wanna be is backpage
We even seen em niggas backstage
Scared to put yourself on how you expect to make a name
And you went and chased that girl man why didn't you stay
She wouldn't even text ya guess you got played
Only true playas admit that
Still see these girls like let me hit that
Never hit back
Been a while since I had her man
Damn a nigga miss that
And I wonder why I probably never be the one I’m too undefined
91 til infinity I never be a zero
Youre saving bitches I’m saving money were both heroes
In that case Id rather play the villain
Tryna see it all no Clipse, Lord Willin’
Change my situation, that's my motivation
So a nigga move south like birds migrating
So get fly with me
Go ‘head roll up, get high with me
They quick, to sell a young boys dreams
Even quicker, to say it aint what it seems
What’s a young’n to do?
What’s a young’n to do?
If not me then I do this for you
I do it for you, 1, 2
(Nyne-D)
Come fly with me
Go head, roll up, get high with me
You’re so quick, to kill a young boys dreams
But even quicker to say it aint what it seems
So keep your head held high all the time my dude
Keep your head held high all the time
You gotta keep your head held high all the time my dude
There’s no difference between me & you, take 2
I talk to my girl Josephine whenever there’s no hope in me
Shell send me a playlist that will put that extra dose in me
And shell tell me not to get used to it
To you that may sound mean but not to me
Cause I know what she means
Rap is food for thought u cant take someone’s groceries
Like standing at the door of the store
And run with their bags when they’re about to leave
Im like the homeless guy in the car park that no one listens to
Shopping cart full of bags too
But they’re not filled with food
Just some of the baggage a young troubled mind carried through
A coin in my hands would mean living another day
And ill tell you that I love you but I wont mean it in that way
Youll remind me why I started this
Why I wanna be a part of this
Hip-hop runs so many minds and I just wanna be a cartilage
Plus you’d live large and this aint no slot machine
Whatever you put in is whatever you get back
So my heart is in these tracks, you can hear it pump when I rap
It hasn't been since 15
But like Swizz Beatz im bringing the pump back
And ill blow the feet off any punk act
Tryna change where im aimed at
I fear artifice in my ears orifice
What club is this?
I swear the last 20 songs had the same choruses
Looks like people have forgotten what an artist is
Do I have to say im a rapper to everyone that I meet?
Fuck no I hate to see them change the way they act and speak
Either way im still me, on a stage or in a bar
If they wanna know they'll find out when I climb out and ill be pretty far
and ill be pretty far, and ill be pretty far, and ill be pretty far, and ill be pretty far,
If they wanna know they'll find out when I climb out and by then ill be pretty far
(Ricky Rivera)
So get fly with me
Go ‘head roll up, get high with me
They quick, to sell a young boys dreams
Even quicker, to say it aint what it seems
What’s a young’n to do?
What’s a young’n to do?
If not me then I do this for you
I do it for you, 1, 2
(Nyne-D)
Come fly with me
Go head, roll up, get high with me
You’re so quick, to kill a young boys dreams
But even quicker to say it aint what it seems
So keep your head held high all the time my dude
Keep your head held high all the time
You gotta keep your head held high all the time my dude
There’s no difference between me & you, take 2 - Track Name: The Hope
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The hope is for the taking
The best way to predict your future is to create it
So any day could be the one I come home and say Mama I made it
Got all kinds of patience like a doctor in the African nation
But sometimes I think she spends more time then me waiting
Hoping for a sign that makes her believe what her son has been saying
About getting paid off music and paying her back my education
So every track I write is just another revelation
How can they understand if they are underestimating?
Now that I am overseas that is something I can oversee
To wake up those that oversleep
I don't need your belief to overachieve and that is not an overstatement
But this will sound like one of Drakes OVO statements
September 14th I left Spain the US my destination
By October I knew rapping could be my occupation
Dollar Rules Everything Around Me
So I’m American D.R.E.A.M. chasing
I used to research lyrics
Cause I couldn't understand what rappers said no matter how many times id hear it, So the fact that im here is
Pretty ironic
Cause I spent too much time in front of mirrors thinking I was on it
Like it was the cover of the source and in it they were talking
About rap being a battlefield and my album was the final bombing, game over
The most polished thing the War saw like it was Polish
Some called it cold, some called it sick, I just called it polar bear vomit
Cause every crease I saw in my style I always put an iron on it
And I won’t lie I’m honest, I had to be cautious with the thoughts of being raw
Cause id get caught and feel forced of
Buying a bayonet and causing ruckus
Pinning other rappers up to lockers for listening to corporate offers, that made them rockers
Create an offense into their offices and cut all means of conference until they’re forced to quit
And then my dad would knock on the door and say I was late for school
Taking me back to the mirror that I used, as a gate to escape from a world that I thought was cruel
It wasn't that bad, I was just young and it was filled with fools
At 15 they couldn't hit my height if they stood on a stool
They probably can’t keep up with what I’m saying cause they’re still fucking fools
Fucking other fools
Consequently the world is stuck living on April 1st
If we still thought it was flat like a pancake you would be the maple syrup
You piss me off but whatever man, I just shake and pivot
The same way the rap game should, to have some faith in Europe
Cause we’re up ready to eat with a hungry spirit
Get on a beat and Shakespeare it
Rapping in America is a huge pond for us small fishes
Now meet the first midget that fidgets with these bitches
But don't worry, Ill leave the rope hanging so you can also get in business
It's the Hope - Track Name: Speak My Language
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Encerrado en la habitación del pánico, abanico en mano,
Porque la piel que habito tiene el habito de ser un escudo humano
Tus comentarios me resbalan, los míos se embalan en paro
Igual que el numero de gente que piensa que vivir es caro
Disfruto viendo a esos mismos pensar que seré un fracaso
Porque este cobrador del frac pedirá su deuda sin retraso
Dices que rapeando en ingles no les llego ni a la suela de los zapatos
Pero lo que digas no me toca los huevos ni cuando me agacho
Come and speak my language
Now come and speak my language
Ill whisper to your ear and ill say it all in spanish
Vivir y fluir desde los trece años, no me siento extraño
Humildad con empeño como un becario
No vas a subir si desde abajo ya te crees dueño
Mis ojos siguen el objetivo que solo veo en mis sueños
No hay legañas, solo pestañas de estaño puro
Rima en vena palabra en gramo te aplastan son mi peldaño
Pirómano de mi idioma yo fluyo como un tsunami
Tu como una cantimplora no sirves ni pa hacer aquaplanning
Come and speak my language
Now come and speak my language
Ill whisper to your ear and ill say it all in spanish
Esta canción va dedicada para todos aquellos que
Rapean en ingles sin saberlo para sumarse puntos
Luego me escuchan en ambos idiomas y automáticamente se los deduzco
A años luz yo, tuve que cruzar el charco
Porque las aguas nacionales eran demasiado estrechas para este barco
Aprendi que las mentes cerradas vienen con bocas abiertas
Ahora hago que se cierren como me intentaron cerrar las puertas
No desconciertas, mientras de conciertos, llegare a buen puerto
Bodegas llenas de crudo, tus mares de esperanza ahora son charcos oscuros,
Me fugo
Come and speak my language
Now come and speak my language
Ill whisper to your ear and ill say it all in spanish
Sigo hablando con mi amigo imaginario
No hay radio, con rap me embriago
Anduve por desiertos áridos arrastrando un equipo de buzo
Ningun obstáculo va hacerme replantear el camino que cruzo, como un minusválidos
Y todo va sobre ruedas
Estrafalario extraterrestre del extrarradio, ¿qué tal tio?
Bienvenido a mi acuario, hay futbol, no hay pulpos porque nadie predice mi destino
Para ti el rap no es mas que los niños que pintan en las esquinas
Pero si lo escuchas de verdad veras las meninas en cada avenida
