A Stream and Shout Outs - Rotaris
(Lyrics Below)
Week 2 of my self-imposed challenge to make and release songs each Monday. It's my first attempt at a UK grime flavoured track.
Really struggled this week. Had a few starts that didn't get anywhere. I knew I wanted something different than my usual boom-bap, and finally ended up with this this cut. It's a bit dense and amateurish, but I had to make _something_.
SoundCloud link: / a-stream-and-shout-outs
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Rough lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Get that dough
Jump off yo’ bed and get that coat
This ain’t no game no tic tac toe
Jump off the pan out that stove
Dilapidate it, get up and face it
Gotta go get up and tie up your laces
Run so hard and fast on the path [that] your heart and your trail be left all blazing
Raising hell ’til you die
Spit that shit that melting your mind
Make that art that's close to divine
And do that shit that makes you alive
Yeah, yeah, that’s that truth
Stick it to your brain with a drop of glue
Let it take you to places tropical
with the white-ish sand and a water view
Ting goes pew, shoot that thing
Weaving a web with hyperlinks
And rhyming like how Tupac thinks
And I be loyal, I don’t swing
I don’t sink, I don’t swim
I be floating on that brink
As I try to go ahead bleed that ink
As I flow so smooth like fur of mink
Okay, enough of dat
I'll be working ’til I collapse
Or I push so damn hard that I prolapse
And I get mad sick and throw up the mash
I go one way I am a hash
Slashing it up like knife to a gash
On that straight like I am a dash
And on that drive to get me the cash
[Pre-Chorus x2]
Oh oh let that go
Let’s be grateful, let cats know
You know how do that bro
Let’s go shout out right now yo
[Hook x 2]
Shout out to Barefoot
Shout out to Snopes
Shout out to thinking
Shout out to goals
Shout out to haircuts
Shout out to ropes
Shout out to blinking
Shout out to pokes
[Verse 2]
Listen close to the pound of your heart
Keep on swimming — you are a shark
Try be warm like you’re a flask
And do yo’ thing ‘cause you are a boss
You are the boss, I am a boss
Make yo’ choices, cut your loss
Brush yo’ teeth and master your DAWs —
And brace yourself for moments of DoS
I be getting lost in the beat
Haunting like Karma Police
Flip it round like car in the key
and slipping like some socks on your feet
Don’t know nothing // Soc-ra- tes
My skin be so chocolatey
Brain be buzzed like a column of bees —
and yet it fits like a lock and a key
[Pre-Chorus x 2]
[Hook x 2]