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Monday, June 20, 2016
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]
-Christopher Wallace
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Alien Monkeys
It was the fall of 1993, I was only 4 years old. I was with my mother, aunt, cousin and sister coming from my house to drop off my aunt to her house. It was pitch black dark at night shortly arriving to my aunt's house. It was a bit strange as we noticed the lights were flickering on and off from inside her house. We kept noticing it from her window. She lived in a to leveled apartment, with her being on the second level. We headed towards the second level and the view that we got was kind of crazy...we saw that there were aliens shaped like monkeys crawling around on the neighbors roof. The neighbors were elderly so they were asleep shortly then on, so they didn't notice a crack. We rushed inside of our aunt's apartment and everything was going on and off by themselves: lights, stove, shower, TV, vacuum cleaner, and every other household appliances. I grabbed my mother's keys, rushed downstairs to hop in the car and literally pee'd my pants. Quite embarrassing, but coming from that experience I believe there are aliens out there and it's no joke. Absolutely nothing to be played with.
And of course,you might
I might be a little left brain about it because i was four years old but this really did happen, i cant make this up
I made the following beat earlier as a dedication to those freaky creatures out there. This one is for you.
And of course,you might
I might be a little left brain about it because i was four years old but this really did happen, i cant make this up
I made the following beat earlier as a dedication to those freaky creatures out there. This one is for you.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Birthday Wishes
I want to take a moment to say thank you all for the birthday wishes, I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy day to lending me a shout out. As a friend, family member or associate: I don't mean to give the "download my mixtape fam speech" but the following project is something that I've worked on for the past 4 months out of boredom, frustration, and anger. Plus more positive moods, I don't mean to be a Debby downer. I've met up with some great people who have helped me with this tape and I have to thank them for all the support and dedication. Without you I couldn't have done it alone. To Wendy Levin, thank you for being so kind to visit your studio to record some of my material. It was an honor to work with you. To Chepo: thanks for having the same passion, hunger and dedication as me. You're really dope as a musician and engineer. And there's no doubt in my mind that we will for sure make more noise. To Chuy: my Tigerclaw and Sound Army, brother thank you for putting one of your many gems on "Sound Army". You're the glue to the group and I admire your drive that keeps on going. Orlando thanks for supporting me to do a solo project and getting me on my feet when I couldn't. Without you, I don't where I'll be. And you (the listener) thank you for coming out of your way to listen to "Ride" and "Precious". Words can't describe how much I appreciate your support. This is my first solo project, giving it away for free and for your listening pleasure. It'd be a wonderful birthday present if you'd have a listen and all, if you don't mind. Enjoy it, spread the word, and most importantly thank you for accepting me in doing what I love. I'm Tonyizdead, and Dead Inside The Music < hit link to download
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