Hi everyone, I’ve remixed one of my original hip-hop clips, Circular this Competition, so that the music, vocals and levels are much more listenable. Still set to Wu-Tang Clan’s Iron Flag. Lyrics and track after the jump.
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Let’s meetup under Clifton’s Big suspension bridge.
We’ll rendezvous– you sit there while I talk and you listen.
Then you can ask what we both want to know.
The distance we’ll create is cynical with or without your permission.
What’s the deal, new additions of supervision got me spinnin.
Distance between us got me dissin
We all know who we both hate the most–
unspoken words such superb it’s circular this competition.
When we converse it’s like some cursed ammunition
hittin’ me deep in the heart, for you it’s down to an art.
You got it down son– it’s like that blackness of heart.
You don’t need constitiuents like me to be playing the part.
It’s that blackness that runs, down the throat like black death you come.
Whack-ness through cracked headz you stun and transgress.
Your words are like a bullet to the chest.
How these cats supposed to cope when they friends pulling sets?
And in the end what’s left? Cats used to be so def
now they savin’ they breath cause you’re a B-line death,
you’re just like the rest you used to run with the best of ‘em.
now you’re breaking kids down when you used to be blessing ‘em.
It’s like you crush just for fun–
cats ain’t strapped with one but you runnin’ just the same.
Fear overtakin’ you it’s ruinin’ your name.
like we edit your street credit ’til you’re blue in the face.
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