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Surreal Audio

by Mayh3m!

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1.
i'd like to take this time to introduce ya to some ole hiphop shit that you ain't used ta ain't no braggin bout swagger i got skills on the mic spit fire a dragon you gotta deal wit it my meal tickets the lines that i spill lyrics open up ya ears and listen real n_ggas will hear it i'm tired of b_tches that's why my style sleepy but i ain't dumbin sh_t down i'm stayin wild peep me i write neatly in notebooks you wrote shook now you got scaredy cat rhymes n_gga wit broke hooks surreal audio you know it ain't that hard to flow gamed ya girlfriend in a note and now she gargle bro and this just the intro wait til i get warm by the time you get settled in you'll feel the sh_t burn don't mean to scare you i'll tell you that i'm a monsta heavyweight dialogue sh_t my style is propa imposters get hit by the rhyme droppa overpowering lyrics from every line stomp ya know you talkin that "this guy's gonna rap?" in it for years i'm hearin "this guy done ya track?" promote that bullsh_t's what i don't do stand on the block wit full clip front you know that too get in my zone and f_ck wit beats and melodies get on the microphone and speak i peeped ya jealousy don't act like you don't know bout me spent many years wit pen and pad and this drum machine (and my hands) so you ain't gotta take me serious i do the sh_t i want don't give a sh_t who's hearin this...(well sorta)
2.
Dun rays 03:14 video
yeah.......uh huh what up dun?.......(uh huh) dun son?..(yeah)...(uh huh, yo) ...dun (uh huh) dun dun (uh huh).....yo i keep tryin to drink my milk but i keep spillin it on my shirt what's worse these chicken wing stains (i'm high) just got off work i took a L to the face just need brain and that would put me in a familiar place i'm most creative in the morning display it while i'm yawnin in my notebook wrote hooks that got me paid but i ain't ballin (I ain't ballin) don't need to worry bout what's up in my stash you gets nothin you frontin catch a slug in yo _ss (n_gga) this ain't no emo sh_t but all you people need to get up off of kito's d_ck i ain't got nothin to prove to you (nothin) i ain't gone jump out the car actin all hard I'd rather smoove ya crew where i'm from we don't fake that trunk pop when outta ten n_ggas dun there ain't even one glock (what) n_ggas gettin shot in these streets here if you put me in danger know i'm not gonna be there (chorus) i ain't gettin out talkin n_ggas blast if you want i'll smoke ya _ss without coughin dishin all you raw like some burnt beef jerky i'll make you fall when you see me in the mall don't disturb me (mission i am on) mission i am on mission i am on aye yo dun mission i am on muthaf_ckas better stop while they got a head these n_ggas out here tryna pop fill you wit lotta lead in this game don't got your name on your jersey it just say random rapper number twenty-five gettin his back dirty your tracks worthy to have not me on that bullsh_t and you can sergi federov that thinkin that you'll spit you underground but get ya flow out the trash can i'm fresh one on one sixteen nothin blow out ya last man and i got more than just height on you so really yo it don't make no sense to say i might run you you couldn't catch a cold outside butt naked the mission i am one leave you burnt cause you don't bust nathan don't wanna see ya chump _ss no more you gone be cut off soon as i tell ya dad the score bad more than mike with his jesus juice tore up my tracks spit it right cause n_gga he's the truth (chorus) i ain't gettin out talkin n_ggas blast if you want i'll have you outlined in chalk kid ya friends and all them broads always all up on me because i'm raw when you see me in the street don't disturb me (mission i am on) mission i am on mission i am on aye yo dun mission i am on
3.
my metaphors way better than yours words personify true life you ain't never gone score this one whether the storm or sunshine the sun rise it sounds like you n_ggas ain't holdin ya gun right got alarms goin off when you bite oh everybody's on that you playin footsie so much that can't nobody run rap and now you caught wit ya pants down bout to take it up the duke shoot so what's ya plans now them n_ggas at ya record label ain't ya friends (yo) they all tryna stick it to you so they can make the ends you just bait in a ocean full of sharks and can't nobody spark you shop at kroger for ya darts (you got a plus card?) so stop talkin that dope sh_t you ain't wrote sh_t and no spliff of doja can show ya how to make flows sick (you know this) so don't spit man you bogus just stop rappin you ain't makin a move yo that is not action (chorus) (cheef verse) (chorus)
4.
Western 02:16
(yeah... these pussy _ss n_ggas tattle tellin muthaf_ckas uh huh but yo...yeah) i'm takin shots just like a i do at the bar downin budweiser don't you say my crew (aint the raw) you'll mess around and get struck down you ain't hard don't even know why you think you tuff clown (i'm a star) but still i gotta pay seventy four cents to get a philly split it drop herb in it get more bent know what i'm sayin hate f-in wit gas stations ya girl wanna kick but i can't i got _ss waitin them eight bars you spittin sound like straight garbage written so cut it wit that fake mobster image you make wrong decisions get caught up in the game get chain now you're no longer livin (whew) i ain't gangsta b_tch i'm not apache i'm runnin wit that thang on my hip come try and catch me you smokin coke and shovin crack up ya nose and while you slippin on the d i'm to the rack wit those (feel it) i ain't playin not a little bit don't understand what you sayin cause you a little kid i ain't on that little shit you a b_tch that's why you runnin to mom so now who a snitch? (2x) pull ya pants up tuff boy and you don't got no heat that's just your hand in there gun toyin bout to force me to advance on you and you don't want this man right here to put his hands on you...do you? take to school ya crew you must mistake me for mechanic pull my tools on you man... i write rhymes and stand in the night time and plan how me and my click can expand til the next lifetime you spittin bogus you clown just stop you're weak tellin lies try to focus my sound it rocks tattle-tale yo you minds well be the five-o snitchin b_tchin but claim you talk about survival i spit murda (ya rap goes far) i spit a bit further break in ya whip steal it then go and pick ya thick bird up see you playin when you chiefin jamaican eyes on fire when i puff (still we spot you) you minds well be jafaican
5.
uh huh....yeah yeah all these fake _ss n_ggas out here man got this sh_t mixed up...you goin backwards out here n_ggas ain't makin no progress...it's retrogression I'm writin wit ya padre's pencil wit a stencil of his life give it to you i'm monumental boo you at ya charity event that ain't music it's what used to get ejected from decks ya clarity is bent i'll hit you from across the fence wit ya elementary rhymes tossin what you thought was hits straight out the f_ckin window (mines) they slit you open show whats on the inside you couldn't duplicate my dialect (nope) not even wit ten tries you talk honest wit pennies in ya half ounces how ya crew gone be throwin stones? ya'll live in glass houses ya whole styles in reverse that's why you got ya arm around ya right hand man goin the other way hurt you retro dudes that drive they pt cruisers search for dead broke crews that lie they wimpy losers i'll bruise you from a distance bee you been sleep so long we've moved years ahead of you now you tryna creep (You goin backwards and you can catch me slangin standin ovations because i clap herbs (get em up) that's my word ya popularity's increased but you ain't got the heart to sequence a beat it's retrogression) 2x I'm movin forward towards ya reputation but i'm coming from behind wit a shank (unexpected lacerations) wit sloppy heavy hands you really don't stand a chance i'm heavy minded like i'm ridin in a chevy van i'm on an astro-venture what i gotta do to stop you from bitin (confiscate your dentures?) word i'm makin progress you look a hot mess i'm tryna get respect for my verbs but you just not fresh on blocks ses be gettin burned by the pound but i'm a pyromaniac earning props for my sound you think your really hard found out how to rip now you're really scarred i'm sick of ya'll pretendin your dope when you're just really f_ckin trash can't cope wit phoney n_ggas make me laugh feel me raw cause that's the only way Mayh3m! could ever make a track i hate the fact that corny actors ruin rap goin backwards ain't the route that i'm takin i'm goin through you cats (chorus 2x) (dj universe)
6.
these n_ggas is pump fakin i'm stayin home all receivers are covered chump all in ya face is chrome nickel and dime spittin the rhyme that you can't get wit couple of blunts of that fire green to get splif'ded no i don't fill the open hand i overstand (foes) put they own face in the dirt they know that i'm the man step no snakes in the grass see jake and let em pass yeah ya record's gone sound like sh!t until i see some cash you n_ggas rockin doo-rags to get ya waves right i send mine to Cali to get mastered my wavs tight i stay hype in this but conserve my energy i ain't gotta fight or act tuff for you to member me it's straight chemistry me and the beat go way back i'm well versed in this rap sh!t i don't say wack (i don't) and you can bet that's what's up so quit tryna play Mr. Burns and let me get some (won't you let me have my fun? why won't you let me get some? don't you make me grab my gun (don't do it) why don't you let me get some?) let me pinch some of ya sack take a sip of jack grant me a stack so i won't have to give it back (come on) ya man's ruder let me drive ya landcruiser why these phonies act tuff i got ya fam googled and no it don't be white in my peace pipe (you want somethin from the store?) yeah give me a beast ice cause yo i'm goin back to the brain and when i'm finish wit my rhyme you'll be like "that n_gga's insane" just give me somethin i like give me somethin that's tight if you on my d_ck girl give it up or we ain't f_ckin tonight give me unlimited whateva a ride on ya bus but i'm not givin you my chedda aww Barney got a gang now? i knew from the start you had no darts you couldn't slang style give me the rock give me a oop give me smash 2 on 2 you gettin smooved (chorus) if i gotta sit here until my _ss hurts whateva it takes to get my dough and make that cash work i'm passed hurtin i'm dead broke no ends hope i'ma get a hundred for that beat and it's three years old give me the cables you ain't usin not the sh_tty ones cause i ain't playin wit this music and yeah i want whateva you cooked for dinner too them old CD players give me that inner tube (you want that?) where? i don't see rookies give me somethin to roll ya blunt on (if you got em) give me some weed cookies you got somethin don't floss somethin (i'm like a skinny Debo) everytime i'm come around i want somethin come here give daddy a hug i ain't seen you in like thirteen days come give daddy some love let me get some get wit some the pumas is phat where you get em from? (chorus: 2x)
7.
(sinsay) what i'm doin you ain't even close to it you like them suckas in the back row bleedin from the nose (screw it) you can't get wit who i'm wit flows is what you never spit all up in ya sh_t takin over showin you how to rip don't even got a clue how to rock that flukey pop that you be up in the lab makin is sure to flop as soon as it drops it's never gettin picked up introduced you to knots so n_gga pick ya lip up you throwin fits like a two year old (man) sit and shut ya pie hole and do just like you was told The Late Show crew of n_ggas that's real i'll punch a hole in muthaf_ckas so i figured you'd squeel so put a cork in it ass hole i'm fakin round the back you thought for sure i would pass though and blast foes get out my way or get smashed yo the last time you spit on the mic that sh_t was trash yo
8.
(reason) (redhanded) (shoty) don't give a sh_t about ya rhymes you take time to brag don't come up missin f_ckin wit me can't find ya _ss i got my mind on the counter do you want performance guarantee splash from the hash observe what you don't give to me (yo) but I ain't ya rhyme slanger in time you ain't nothin still garbage i had enough of ya mind games and don't no one want none at work little tee they ask where i get my guns from put that snare down don't cut my hair now don't f_ck around and get live when i get stares now it's been like two million years you still can't come close to the skill of any n_gga here i'm ill rip it on tracks that bang i still spit out my mouth on this earth might come back for brain wit out poppin you can't see it's fresh you rock nothin pull the plug out the wall f_ckin wit TLS (k-dot)
9.
my beats usually stay around the same tempo all these freaks chasin me you stay around the same nympho but she ain't givin it up because you look like you're infected always twitchin and stuff (you got the germ) i bet you wanna rip it like (like me) no dope production i mc wanna be like kito you started off on the wrong track you should've did that one that sounded harder the raw track your jaw tapped for spittin that garbage i thought tomorrow with them bomb raps that's hittin the target (blouw) feel the style when i build on ya mouth i'm in the morning wit my mind on the damp lawn wit plans strong down knocked you out you ain't rippin no more foul overrated out dated wack verses that someone found (sh_t) don't care what you did and ain't nobody listenin when you try to spit (chorus 2x) these n_ggas is buzzed we up in bernies drinkin gettin nothin but love them shots of jack got me ready to fuck we on a mission for them misses and a couple of blunts you talkin sh_t smack a couple of thugs these phoney n_ggas always buggin when we up in the club but yo i ain't really on that sh_t i'm smackin model booty while you leave wit a fat chick in fact kid you ain't even hittin that sh_t she just wanna smoke up ya dirt weed it's tragic like magic my no-look dimes be automatic i'll put my style in ya face i know you wanna grab it (let me get that for a second) but no the force ain't wit you so when you try to pose a threat you know the force will dismiss you and if you even think you had one chance (that one dance) i'm blowin off ya head and then i'm doin that one dance don't make me end up in my gun stance i'm quicker than mike vick in the clutch so you got one glance (dog) some ranch in the boonies somewhere there's 10 n_ggas sittin there doin nothin i swear (ha) (chorus 2x) it ain't that hard darts get shot at ya skull you sellin wolf tickets rantin and ravin but you don't rock at all look past the measley tracks you be makin more impressed by the design on ya cover than what them raps be sayin you think i'm playin but you don't know the game is over hope you're used to gettin the short end of the stick came in focus for a bit but to you it's just some other sh_t some can rip a microphone but most don't even tear the edges no fair we got more style than these mongruls make you feel my 12 inch hit wit my vinyl or i'll stomp ya i'm quick to conquer coward cats that can't adapt ain't tryna hear ya work for an hour if you ain't phat (phat phat...phat) (don't even know how to rock it)
10.
(if you don't know my name then i don't owe you none and you can't call it remedy if you about them games then i don't give a f_ck and you can't call it remedy) i got a dial to switch to fully automatic i let b_tches have it and i look cool wit out my pants saggin i'm kinda different i don't look like the rest i got presence i'm gifted i'm not shook like the rest and the last time you heard me rhyme i had the same exact cadence n_ggas hated because the last couple words ain't rhyme i don't even think twice about ya'll n_ggas i'm bigga then that lyrics phat and beats is raw n_gga i go to work after some hen a few L's a couple bong hits long as it's some funk I'll do well that babbage put me in a place i don't wanna be cause one to three blunts in a cypher i'm feelin nothin bee i'm livin comfortably wit me and my team on the top who wanna f_ck wit me? not even the fiends on ya block cause they don't know i rock i'm hot but i'm not pop i'm hiphop i'm never gonna stop (hook and chorus) (no friend of me wack emcee i got the remedy no kin to me see it's all in your delivery i smell bacon the jake in every body bidness i ain't fakin don't hate just everybody witness what i'm doin is surgery yeah you ain't hip most of you ya'll ain't heard of yo this game lookin ill all in the streets now it's my time grippin the wheel i'm remedy) (reason) (hook and chorus) (bruce wayne) (hook and chorus)
11.
this n_gga knows and i don't powder wit cocaine these suckas all confused they like a child in a grown frame uncoordinated you look lost on the court and wanna search for wh_res to bang but it might cost you ya worth i run around in the night time i got the right rhyme (so all you) slow n_ggas get left and now you bite mine i wreck i be the first to have ya brain hurt crept wit ya chick and then she let me check her brain work super surgeon i'm hurtin she brought it out of me workin for some erkin and jerkin you're not wild as me (damn) feels like my energy is drained i'm exhausted lost because my men can see the same you wanna go we can take it outside and wit the flow you know your gonna be just waistin my time (stupid) you and ya crew kid you can wait til i'm high i'ma scoop it what you do it gets mistaken for rhymes you n_ggas playin on the mic it's lame practice sayin babbage by the way isn't hype (don't rhyme) i'm on a whole notha level don't get caught up kid and have me blow a hole in ya leather (just rhyme) {ya'll ain't sayin nothin right} the same word wit the same word wit the same word wit the same word (don't rhyme) i'm past these n_ggas (oouh) so i'll laugh when you ask "whut's blast pull squeeze triggas?" (these is just rhymes) there go 4:20 again there go me in the lab i'm gettin money again doin exactly what you n_ggas won't or don't know how to why you tryna give me ya coat this ain't my house dude first rehearse all ya verses until ya hearse journey burn these bridges down b_tches drownin now are ya words worthy? you ain't a pro but now you got pro tools you still gone be makin that bullsh_t cause ya flow's doo-doo you make garbage cake walk til you drop off the edge shake marbles fake art til i pop off ya head new window to see clear i hear whut you spittin but it's gay cause the beat's queer you n_ggas don't got rhymes and the hood ain't listenin cause it ain't yo block's time jock mine i been waitin to show you i'm real wit this shit you been fakin i told you (yo fly union yo yo) i travel round the globe wit asr in my grasp searchin for other producers just to rap on they tracks we should be stronger as a whole (stronger as a whole?) they say we are in the trap i see more mothers than before we should all come together and start a movement everytime i tell you you say that is what you doin but nothin's movin and how would you feel if i bumped ya tape and told you can't nobody groove to it don't quit ya day job you ain't equipped for this hear stick to bein my hypeman won't you get me a beer
12.
little n_ggas you wanna party wit stars i got bars that make ya mother think a brother from mars (wit her silly _ss) i earned all of my scares ill wit this red drum machine that's why my beats always raw (yours is really bad) you're afraid of my mic presence i'm on another level don't get sprayed up wit my weapons you talkin kinda fly but you ain't bringin the right message and plus i'm straight bangin in my section so get that p_ssy sh_t out my way or get wit my lectures you wanna war bring it on little tuff boy i'll settle the score and stick you up wit ya gun toy and still they can't find i'm home smokin a spliff scopin strokin this chick's behind bee you know me it's mayh3m! i'm blazin i ain't talkin buffalo wings n_gga amazin! (three outta five emcees is mad real three outta five emcees cop a deal the two that's left over sell out a rap for Dru Hill keep it real n_ggas keep it real 2x) (phresh verse) (chorus 2x)
13.
resi spliff, roll it up take a hit, like smokin charcoal (on a ) dynamic, condenser, ribbon i'll eat your heart whole this art old i been doin more than a decade your shit ain't in the same tank don't get ya face sprayed i maintain to rock it wit confidence on anotha level ain't fake you bumpin 2pacalypse wit anotha bezel mechanic shovel ya dig now in the underground my sound it ain't nothin like what's playin on the radio (here we go) it's way better than ya dad's mullet i do my thing and take the cheddar out that fag's wallet (and i'll call it) what' i'm sayin this man's raw it's somethin you ain't ready for swallow it girl Mayh3m! i might follow a girl gamin (and then) after the pills and the bottle i'm all famous you all up in a girl's anus and when she's had enough she swallowin my panus (i puff a lot of that lettuce i hope ya momma's not present i know ya father's a menace but ill demolish ya parents 2x i know ya father's a menace but i'll demolish ya parents i know ya father's a menace but i'll demolish ya parent's) it ain't nothin to do whut you don't know how to morse ain't got traffic like me at six o'clock pm you ain't nothin ya crew ya'll got the wrong style you sorta like almost not wack that shit is not decent on the block reason is plural cause n_ggas don't read on my jock seein the barrel double now don't sing i don't bling but i'll light up the night though you rap about how much you got left i got the right flow but still all in the middle of raw backwards and they applaud when i'm finish i'm not a wack nerd i got some sh_t to spit out n_ggas is listenin i write a couple songs everyday i'm on that sh_t again i'm mega either one way or the other it don't even matter leave ya son sprayed like ya brother you n_ggas is waitin to get down i ain't talkin about hangin you layin all on the ground (chorus)
14.
Break 04:38
check it i'm razor sharp wit my rhymes i slice and dice rappers explosive techniques blow n_ggas up you think you nice fact is you way beyond wack and you don't even know it i'll kick a flow increase ya heart rate ya skills are bogus the way i freak the style improve everyday i'll smack you in the face tomorrow casue today i don't play i got somethin else to do yo in a battle rhyme i'll melt ya crew talk about ya mom's on a track i deal wit hella dudes straight on that other sh_t politicin bout life this sh_t is setup wrong for true n_ggas you know i'm down to fight the war is on so let my words be ammunition bring ya pawn i got a bishop i'm a king on a mission wit the rhyme and plus the foundation in the basement makin hits since way back when word is bond i'm bout to rock the nation who's comin wit me oh there's mad other cats that try to rap it turn out wack producin mad f_ckin cats (man i'm better than you it don't matter my sh_t is phatter got a veteran crew The Late Show don't get ya back broke f_ckin wit TLS in real life or wit these rap quotes 2x) tear the paper out the notebook flip it over procede to write my second verse show you that the flow is so mean the pen is bleedin thoughts is linkin ink appears on the paper i write a rhyme wit my mind ignite the fire in ya eyes who's greater? among the best of them you don't even know you comprehend my rhyme involuntary n_gga the studies show it take it who you wanna take it my man in fact you ain't gotta listen to me that was the plan in the first case on the first don't even think about _ss i'm on some other sh_t if she's feelin me i won't pass i'll knock the dust of that now you stuck on a n-gga that's why i stick to myself don't give a f_ck i figure i get what's comin to me i sit and peep the scene if i'm supposed to get it i will no matter what (nahmean?) the rhyme is clean cause it's natural yo ain't nothin added kid one hundred percent pure and factual (chorus 2x) no duplication if i gave you my rhymes you couldn't spit em out like me cause you ain't got the right time and plus ya rhythm kinda off so when you mimmick me you soft face ya fear thoughts propel through ya skull and knock you through the wall where it's cool out but yo i swear it's seemin like hell i smell fools out cause yo they f_ckin style is stale i failed to mention that i passed every test wit flyin colors that you hit me wit you gassed like the rest i got a little bit (but yo) it's just enough to get by the way i'm spittin out these rhymes it's just a matter of time for someone to hear spread around the world instantaneously i'm bangin beats straight out the basement maintainin it's me that n_gga known to rip ya heart out ya chest i'll cancel out ya thoughts of love and rip ya bones out ya flesh i leave a mess mayh3m! on the scene when i roll through areas scared of us cause we ruff you and ya crew's inferior (chorus 2x)
15.
yeah it's mayh3m! surreal audio yeah To all of my fans hear in the bustown all the way to japan mom and dad for startin a band growin up in this music now the mic in my hand (i gotta) to my siblings for givin me knowledge of self could give a h_ll if no one's feelin my them crews i rep the dudes i rec don't let nobody tell you different you the best for givin me strength to keep goin even when i know the sh_t is a mess i keep on with the ocasional push i'm grateful grape shell full of amazing kush (just to thank you) plus that drank on me you see appreciation and think of me for all of my ninjas soon as we get on we bringin all of you wit us

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Surreal Audio is the fourth solo LP from multi-talented producer Mayh3m! Over the past 5 years he has been trying to put this album together while engineering and producing over twenty different acts in multiple studios. The idea for the album stems from the "Surrealism" cultural movement of the early 1920s that feature the element of surprise, unexpected juxtapositions (contrasts) and non sequitur (humor).

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released October 16, 2012

Executive Producer: K. Denham
Photography: jsukphotos
Engineers: K. Denham, D. Morgan, C. Pierce. S. Tubaugh, O. Unger
Mixing: K. Denham, N. John, S. Tubaugh
Mastering: J. Fergus-Jean at Attackmode Mastering (Los Angeles, CA)

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