#hiphop #indierap Tim: This was already a super dope song. The string of beats together reminded me of Sway's Five Fingers of Death (radio freestyle format with 5 different beats), which seemed like an intriguing challenge. I reached out to @djtjb and asked if it would be alright if I took a swing at it, and he so gracefully obliged.

I had some fun with it. I was feeling DOOM vibes in a couple of the beats so I sort of leaned into that direction and just went with it. There is almost 600 words in 5 mini songs here and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

He said my style was overrated I told him he was right and that his parents were related The most hated A trait that’s never been debated Also most faded but that’s likely unrelated Now or never better It feels like it’s been forever I wish I never met her It’s my pleasure to forget her I’ll say whatever Impulse to buckle under pressure A clever anecdote Can be a plentiful endeavour If lightening strikes twice That’s one more than my likes Got a message from a fan I opened it, it said “psych!” Another hard hitter from twitter Started getting angry Saw a picture…I forgive her Asked her to reconsider “Lets do dinner, get a sitter” She responded “get a life” I said “come on don’t be a quitter” I thought the effort might be moot But then I got a message from her

careful ‘cause I’m on one Shots fired in good fun Hit ‘em with that home run Shit is one and done Treat it like the reboot Tell her that she looks cute Convince her she should uproot Wait and pull the chute Take cover Smoke trees Groove to the piano keys Let them put your mind at ease On your knees Freeze Get in on the ground floor Take ‘em on a world tour Cash in while there’s still more Leave ‘em at the door There once was a boy from the B Who drank too much and threw up And probably couldn’t see He couldn’t bump his head ‘Cause he never went to bed Now it’s a problem Cause we just need him to leave

I’ve been obsessing since the day that we met No surprise that we romanticize and never forget The times when you would ask me to sing for you The times when I’d be shopping for a ring for you Spend all day every day Every moment every way Fondly reminiscing of trying every position Never not together Not forever but for better Built to stand the weather Over engineered to withstand copious amounts of pressure A terrifying endeavour in the name of pleasure I thought I found my buried treasure Then she said “____________” I told that bitch whatever

Switch it up now Thought you had it locked down Think you got it rough how? Got an open spot now How’d it go down? Giving you the runaround Messing with some clown Had to initiate the take down Likely story Don’t believe it sorry Heard another version Where he didn’t get the glory A significant difference In individuals positions Makes the current submission Seems like it’s rooted in fiction

Tag along Bring a bag along Something with a tag along Move along Hit the bong Surely can’t be wrong State your case It’s a safe space If you’re in the headspace To embrace that it might be point-lace It’s a trip Life is what you make of it What the world takes from it Before you get that last pink slip Now bite your lip and hold onto your shit As I pistol whip you with my lethal penmanship Leaving seeds of of doubt as we move without detection Products of our own inventions Use your own discretion To the level of aggression you’re representing The legacy you’re cementing Project extremely loud so you can hit the crowd Old man screams at a cloud while he’s still allowed Enjoy the gift of sound while you’re above the ground It’s what we’re all about And now we’re out