Surreal Audio EP

by Mayh3m!

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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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Track Name: Surreal Intro
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)
Track Name: Dun rays (ft DJ InForm)
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
Track Name: Western (ft DJ InForm)
(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
Track Name: Let me get some
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)
Track Name: Accurate measures (ft The Late Show)
F_ck writing the lyrics to this one...The Late Show Muthaf_ckas!!!
Track Name: Buzzed (ft Keef)
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)
Track Name: Rhymes (ft Israel) / Hypeman Outro
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