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Surreal Audio EP

by Mayh3m!

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1.
Surreal Intro 02:20
lyrics
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 (ft DJ InForm) 03:14
lyrics
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.
Western (ft DJ InForm) 02:16
lyrics
(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
4.
Let me get some 04:12
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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)
5.
Accurate measures (ft The Late Show) 03:51
lyrics
F_ck writing the lyrics to this one...The Late Show Muthaf_ckas!!!
6.
Buzzed (ft Keef) 03:12
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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)
7.
Rhymes (ft Israel) / Hypeman Outro 03:10
lyrics
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

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This album is an expression of creativity in a "not-so-normal" manner. All of the tracks on this EP will be featured on the similar titled full length "Surreal Audio" due out October 16th 2012.

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released July 26, 2011

Publishing: Mayh3m Music (BMI)
Production: K. Denham for GlaD8R Productions
Recorded at Makeshift Studios (Columbus OH)
Engineers: K. Denham, C. Pierce, O. Unger
Mixing and Mastering: K. Denham at The Summit Workshop (Columbus OH)

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