Jun 7, 2015

had this in da vault for a minute. flex. simha simha simhaa (no rapmusik poster)



rough lyrics:
simha simha simha
you seem a bit sedated
sippin fiendin it hurts
does it? cause right now im elated
weaning off uppers is upset
im binging im buggin im suspect
im swimming in money thats promised
coming in form of a scholarship
im trippin im wearin no kicks again
im rugged im trippin in public
walk in the city its common
its common in Boston i vomit
its common i work by the commons
i hustle i burn at the commons
im trippin im floating by gardens
trippin im trippin im falling

im missing the misery often
im used to addressing the coughing
id rather struggle than absolve all my problems

the effort increasing my conscience
i feel alive when lying on blankets
staring at stars on ceiling
im visiting home for the weekend
im seeing my cousins they’re growing
i remember when i was the one that was holding
all their hopes but moments
gone like the smoking that im smoking

im smokin jays im tokin
hopin home aint broken
holy smokes im so bent
suits me, tailored garments
flawless, diamonds all my neck
lawless shy im bluffin bout confidence
i got talent been lent from all of them
gather the men who are anonymous
rap like i been to the pen and s---
but then again I’ve seen the inside of a courtroom
I’ve been meaning to borrow your pro tools
my mixing is sounding so awful
my consciousness leaking on barstools
honor it that should be obvious
im minoring in being awesome
i use em abuse em like capsules
the truth has been drowned in the serum
no filter i aint download the app yet
im pitching em grams like instantly
im kicking it back with misery
and i dont why i been doing it
entertaining her foolishness truancy
in me that leads me to lately just fall to the wayside
bait me and tempt but girly im surely already your brodie
im broly unfolding my hair is now growing
and changing some colors like the bud that im smoking
i mustve been morphing and trust me not often
can one just evolve with passion its usually the talent and practice
and i feel like laughing but sad for the champions
that’ll never get praise when they’re better than
me but i know i deserve this s---
i know it i know it im simha b----
its snowing and snowing like everest
and oding on mountains of heaven sent
chemicals acing em like a test
temperament tested and tampered with

im an anomaly rhyming
she following me like im saying im simon
she satan she’s violent
and prone to be silent
for forty some hours or days i dont buy it
she’s thinking she’s pious i ask her whys that
and she cries back like its karma
implying she’s vying for dharma to find her
redemption reminds her of simpler assignments
a friend she confides i am her highness
she’s bowing like i am her zion
why am i on something so violent
high am i on my allowance
my parents back home checking their pockets
the dust they be finding I’ve been now smoking
sucks but im honest i dont know what to do with deposits
they vanish like magic i managed to maim it
i ruin relationships rarely i spit on beat
im off on a tangent like trigonometry
the angles im taking to get her to follow me
compliments basic but its the molly inside of her purse
she pulls out with a wink
im high on a perc so i pass on the drink
she smiling and still implying she thinks im lying i sigh and i go on binge

we’re rolling like twins rocking in cradles
reborn on that night when our life was a fable
snorting some cane on top of the table
cause i am able plus i am labeled
and i hate labels so i do what the labeled do and its painful
i affirm their assumptions
i dont have gumption
fightening for nothing
inside of an oven
my head is now numbing
sylvia something
platatonic my person
catatonic now frozen
katana my fans are the only controllers

managed to mangle the prose its
damage that stands on its own its
something ill answer for hopefully
before im ushered beyond the green screen
the mustard my diamonds matching
i mustve been trapping in past life
cause i feel all the struggle when i write
and I’ve seen all the bundles with my eyes
but refrained from making first contact
Im ET im phoning they phone back
but when they came I dont wanna go back
go back

Spoiler

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Jun 7, 2015

Can you stop your voice from going ultra-sonic please

 

Jun 7, 2015

idts

i try tho

 

Jun 7, 2015

it's like you s----d on a helium balloon at some points bruh bruh
but dope anyway

 

Jun 7, 2015

In for listening later

 

Jun 7, 2015

why the f--- did you quote the entire thing...

 

Jun 7, 2015

Shut up, Luke

 

Jun 7, 2015

thought we were fam bruh

 

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Jun 7, 2015

Just when I think you've hit your highest note... you come with another track and your voice goes higher

 

Jun 7, 2015

thought you were gonna rap over flex smh

you still mixing your own s---? this was done pretty well

 

Jun 7, 2015

I rapped over "rich homie quan type beat" hahah

And yup like I said the quality of the mix is very hit or miss. just depends on how long I sit on it/different times I listen and try to tweak things

 

Jun 7, 2015

Reported

 

Jun 7, 2015

Gey

 

Jun 7, 2015

I actually liked the high frequency of your voice on this track, it suited the beat really well imo.

 

Jun 8, 2015

Listened earlier this morning, like Joel said..the high frequency suited the instrumental..and you rode the beat well. Keep it Up bro

 

Jun 8, 2015