Demo: The Mixtape

by Matt Dyer

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This is my first official release; a small collection of works written and recorded in 2009-2010.

"Drop The World", "Exhibit A", "Sky's The Limit" & "Now Who Tha Illest" are all remixes.

"Revenge", "It's Pleasure", "Can't Stop Me" & "Poker Face" are all original songs.

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released November 3, 2010

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Matt Dyer Algonquin, Illinois

Hip-hops' most unknown perfectionist/procrastinator.

Bringing back the essence of the 90's one line at a time, keeping the content 100%.

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Track Name: Drop The World (Remix)
It’s what I was born to do, rip into the competition
With every composition
Above your heads, you cunts can’t top what I’ve been spittin’
A Q-tip jammed in deep, ears bleed when you try and listen
I’m hotter than the grease your broke ass fries the fish in
Hide in the kitchen, deny the heat, you’re becomin’ my next victim
Try to diss him, my personality faults are the line that’s splittin’
Underground, I’m the oil well to drill in or the mine you’re diggin’
Priceless gems in ‘em, diamonds rhymin’, canary, peridot, the ocean’s my pot to piss in
Work with the lot you’re given, fuck that, raise the bar, fuck pop decisions
I’ma do me like a lonely night, pants down, cop the Jergens
Crunch time on the mic, squeeze them pennies, stop the splurgin’
Too sick for this shit, slammed up against the hospital wall, drop the surgeon
No need for a general warning, fuck specifics, be god damned if I’m learnin’
Any lesson from the mistakes I make (They’re too fun, bitch, I’m never returnin’)

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Yeah!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone

Uh

I saunter to the fuckin’ mic and it’s like I’m drawin’ a blank
I’m not an artist, just an assassin, I run, you walk the plank
When you reach the end you turn back, I jump with no hesitation
Sicka dealin’ with this produce section, should be used to the vegetation
Pussies can’t ever work up the nerve, they always step with trepidation
I’m random, you ride the rails, ‘bout time that you exit the station
Sight of blood when your heads cracked, your eyes roll back and they get to glazin’
I’m so sick I’m escapin’ from the ICU with the IV tube still in me flailin’

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Haha, yeah!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone

The shit I’m sayin’ you better believe it, whack MC’s, your duties’ relieved, bitch
Fuck the chips you stack, you ain’t duty free, it’s just an act, you ain’t foolin’ me with
I’m the kind of ghoul you’re doomed to meet with, cut through the school and two, three teachers
Pile ‘em up, firewood out beneath the bleachers, motion sensitive without Wii features
Too much strain, art thou beseeches, mountaintop or deep sea, can’t reach, it’s
Just out of range, I’d doubt the pain if it didn’t keep fallin’ like I’m out in rain
Without an umbrella, limpin’ along, it’s been so long, what’s the difference between gout and sprain
Between shout and sang, I’ll rise the tide and crush the Snuggle bear, bash out his brains
The fabric ain’t soft, I’m steppin’ off insane, 10,000 feet, one out the plane
No parachute, it’s a battle zone, bitch, don’t be scared to shoot, I’m tearin’ through
You and your crew, fuck all of you, on-stage, put your hand down bitch, noone called on you
And even if I did, you can’t answer the question, your only response is with a Smith & Wesson
Your simplistic mentality is the next blessin’, sit back down, I’ll address the lesson
Class in session, fish in a barrel, aim in and shoot, my rap fillets any bass you’re catchin’
Kick your ass like a match of Tekken, 16-bit, I’ll take the hit, smack your hand and catch the weapon
Snatch the lectern, crush the pulpit, been savin’ that juice for a track, ‘bout time that you gulped it
Better chug it, leave you belly-up like a goldfish bowl, I’m in my mode, and I can’t help it
Cock back, reload, trigger squeeze, explode, spiralin’ out of control from the barrel to your skull, bitch
I’ll accept the charges, hell motherfuckin’ yeah, I’m the culprit

So I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Bitch, I’ma pick the world up and I’ma drop it on your fuckin head!
Yeah!
And I could die now, 2010, motherfuckers!
I’ma hold it down for me till the end, motherfuckers!
I’m gone
Motherfuckers, I’m gone
Track Name: Revenge
I got a can of gas, a pack of matches and some rope
Better tell me what you know before I douse your fuckin’ clothes
Scratch the fuckin’ head, light ignites and you explode
Cuz I don’t give a fuck no mo’ whether or not it’s time to go
I got one reason for living now and that’s to make sure that you suffer
You jealous, envious, conniving, instigating motherfucker
Ruin all the shit that I had goin’, I’ll ruin all the shit you got
Starting with your face, smash it with a motherfuckin’ rock
Then go to your mama’s crib and pop the bitch in the dome
Call you up, incoming, you accept it, and guess who’s on the phone
From her home number, no crew, bitch, you’re a lone stunter
A known fronter, and your plans backfire on me, Road Runner
You might’ve won the battle, but it’s a given I’ll win the war
Punk-ass little bitch got his hands up screamin’ he can’t take no more
You think that I can? Bitch, you pushed me to the edge and then over
You’d hate to see me with a fifth in me if I act like this and I’m sober

I got an Interstate battery on the table and a set of jumper cables
Hooked up to you while I pour this water with a ladle
Slowly drippin’ and once it gets to the positive and negative
That’s it, it’s lights out, your entire life, you’re regretting it
And now I’ll dead the kid, so was it really worth it?
Cause the plot’s thickenin’ now like some fuckin’ maple syrup
I’m killin’ these cats one at a time, listen to ‘em whine
As I sip red wine and dangle them by their tails with twine
Lookin’ a little grungy, I’m the barber, lemme fix that for ya
Sweeny Todd your throat, serrated blades at your vocal chords
Now you can’t spoke no more, I’m sorry, I meant speak
But it’s relevant, cuz you’re in the middle like every other week
So let’s think, how can I solve the issue as an adult would
Bury the body or leave it in the creek, scream for help? Good
Cuz now that I’ve started carvin’ you in the middle of the garden
I’ve got a hard-on for this beef shit and god dammit I’m starvin’
Track Name: It's Pleasure
Threaten the woman I love, it’s Vietnam, rain down death from above
The second my fist connects with your mug, crack your face, open cuts with blood
Blowin’ up the phone with threats and telling her what a slut she was
Or is, what’s said has been said, hold your face down in a puddle filled with mud
In the rain, I’ll spill your guts, intestines steam from the temperature change
You thought you were a psycho, in comparison, you’re just pretend insane
Thinkin’ you got a grasp on the situation, bitch, I’m the ace in the pocket
Your face, I’ll rock it, collapse the structure of your eye sockets with rocks, bricks
It might be a bit excessive, I’m a dog, can’t help that I’m protective
Of the people that I care about, so you just granted your own fuckin’ death wish
Didn’t know what the fuck you were gettin’ into, talkin’ all that shit, now did you?
No you didn’t, stalk her more, reserve a spot in the morgue, best believe that I will come and get you
You can run and you can hide, but not for long, I’ll turn over every rock
I know your face, your make and model, and I’m comin’ to sever your cock
While your mouth’s stuffed with a sock, so struggle, please, the delight it brings
Me as I turn a fucking wop’s blood into a Prego sauce homicide scene

It’s pleasure
Oh yes it is when I sink your corpse in the lake
It’s pleasure
Best believe it’s the last mistake that you’ll ever breathe to make
It’s pleasure
Every time she tells me another thing that you’ve done
It’s pleasure
Some would call it murder, I call it vengeance mixed with fun
Track Name: Can't Stop Me
Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

I take one glance at a rapper, just a cursory thought
Before I make the first impression and prepare for the war
The iron is wrought, the gate’s fuckin’ hinges are oiled
Take the machete to his limbs and leave his blood on the soil
Blood on the sand, this ain’t a game, losin’ controls
Like the batteries are dead but I replace ‘em with soul
Takin’ the teeth with the gold for my plaque record mold
That I never plan on gettin’, it just rhymed with the whole
Speakin’ of holes, I got the spade and I’m diggin’
Like a DJ in crates, this hip-hop shit that I’m livin’
One-way ticket to Hell, could burn eternal, I’m still spittin’
Stutterin’ and coverin’ the soundscape like a sonic spigot mistin’
Won’t put up with wack shit like some sort of bigot critic bitchin’
Boilin’ and stewin’, fuck the pots and pans, this shit isn’t the kitchen
It’s the lab, matter of fact, chemical components mixed on the track
And just one ingredient could change all that

Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

Never look back on the murder scene where the rappers are at
My alibi’s magical, none of the fake rabbits from hats
Exterminatin’ all foreign entities up in my habitat
Not literally, stupid, of course I don’t pack a gat
I’m white and suburban, I got the knives and the bats
And a hatchback coupe so you can fuckin’ lie in the back
I’ve had a couple bitches wonder why I’m ridin’ in that
Cuz I can’t afford better when all my funds go to rap
I’ll be honest with ya’ll, at inception if I’da known that
I woulda just picked up guitar and put the shit on my lap
But naivety won over and hobby simply lost its meaning
My friends thought it’s a phase but it’s my reason for breathing
My reason for being, the only shit that I know
Forgive me if I act professional when I’m spittin’ my flow
I’m rippin’ for those long nights and longer days I’ve spent
Tryna repent for all the sins I’d commit in a weekend

Feel me or kill me, you better realize I’m the shit
Lovin’ every moment of this, I ain’t gonna quit
Go ahead, put up the octagon to try n’ stop me
Blow right past, sprint up the stairs like I’m runnin’ with Rocky
Feel me or kill me, you better realize that I’m fuckin’ ill
Givin’ everything to rap like it’s written in my will
Go ahead, toss up the red light at the intersection
Blow right through, like a cannon at the midsection

I kill every track I touch like a poisonous Midas
Drink Smirnoff in a cup until I fuckin’ get hepatitis
I’ll write this and riot, pass the Molotov and let me light it
Leave your house ignited like Christmas lights when you drive by it
Hahaha
Track Name: Poker Face
Up late at night, workin’ a short shift at mid-day
Thinkin’ if I just spit shit right, the money’ll meet me mid-way
Sadly that mind state’ll probably lead to my downfall
Wishin’ I was 17 again in high school, movin’ down halls
Give me some more time to contemplate the rest of my life
Cuz if this rap shit doesn’t work or I run out of shit to write
Then what am I? A failure, a washed-up has-been
Solemn vows to never set down the pen and pad again
Could throw me in the trashbin, still shine like platinum
Tortoise and the hare, in the end the tortoise catches him
But that was partly ignorance and partly perseverance
That’s how I feel when I do shit without no interference
Wish I could say I’m fearless, I try to maintain the appearance
But deep down I’m skittish, the model lacking coherence
The diamond in the rough put on the rack reserved for clearance
Thank God for my stupidity acting as my major adherence

For all of the time I’ve spent with these rhymes
For all the people in my life who are truly friends of mine
For all the shit that I’ve suffered just to get where I am
For all the stupid motherfuckers who simply hated my plan
For all the things I’ve done so I can get on my grind
For all the shit I’ve did in this fucked-up life of mine
For all the time I coulda spent doin’ somethin’ else
I just remind myself sometimes these are the cards that I was dealt

It’s just a major part of the personality I’ve developed
Never give up on anything no matter how better well-off
I’d be if I did, from material things like my car and my kicks
To the other aspects of life like my choice of career or a bitch
That I like, but whatever, not like I plan on really livin’ my life
Past a certain point, 40 to be exact, sorta sad that I hope that I die
Right when life’s ripe, but every tragedy brings closure
Prince and the pauper, elegance in a raggedy composure
If I could rewind the hands of time and sands in hourglasses
And sit back and think about shit as all that time re-passes
I’d still be in the same boat that I am now, Titanic
Sinking, but for some reason I’m the violinist who shows no panic
At least outwardly, I love rap wholly, pourin’ out on beats
I could never share this with anyone in the world I’ll ever meet
And that’s enough for me, it shit-sure doesn’t give back
But it’s always there for me to lift me up off of the mat

For all of the time I’ve spent with these rhymes
For all the people in my life who are truly friends of mine
For all the shit that I’ve suffered just to get where I am
For all the stupid motherfuckers who simply hated my plan
For all the things I’ve done so I can get on my grind
For all the shit I’ve did in this fucked-up life of mine
For all the time I coulda spent doin’ somethin’ else
I just remind myself sometimes these are the cards I was dealt

Never fold, risk-taker, bet-raiser, double-down Aces
Sharper than a razor, my brain’s been to millions of places
Livin’ life in three ages simultaneous
The rhyme-spitter zaniest, put cuffs on chains on wrists
Noone’ll be replacin’ this, knowin’ damn well I’m not the greatest
Feelin’ like a God though, nothin’ to say for the creationist
Better put on a strong face to bluff like I got a strong suit
A knight in armor hardly, inside you know I’m shakin’ in boots
I’m remakin’ the truth outta lies, it’s the youth that I idolize
Clam up when you ask me shit like Three Stooges when they try to pry
You already know the plot, just bury me now and carve my name
In the gravestone, I know I’ll die alone, so someone save me the pain
In the meantime while I’m here, I’ve been havin’ a Hellish year
It shows on my face, haggard, go to shave and see a Gremlin in the mirror
Cash rules everything around me, so I’ma spend it when it’s near
Look inside and see the future like a bitch gettin’ a pap smear

For all of the time I’ve spent with these rhymes
For all the people in my life who are truly friends of mine
For all the shit that I’ve suffered just to get where I am
For all the stupid motherfuckers who simply hated my plan
For all the things I’ve done so I can get on my grind
For all the shit I’ve did in this fucked-up life of mine
For all the time I coulda spent doin’ somethin’ else
I just remind myself sometimes these are the cards I was dealt
Track Name: Exhibit A (Remix)
This lighter in my hand and the tar up on my nails
Just the average marks of a hard egg on the shell
Carry average weight, but let my guard down on the scale
And it never adds up like what’s the wind without a sail
What’s prison without a cell and bars, gimme them keys, then
Countin’ down the minutes until they sign my releasin’
Say you’re out of ink, I got fistfuls of these pens
Fuck up every time I think I’m right about to reach zen
Shit just pulls me back down, thought I severed ties
Used to be the honest type, the one who never lies
Now my whole life is just an entrapment in disguise
Don’t bother to ask further when I tell you that I’m fine
Just know I’m waitin’ patient for the day that I demise
Explains why the hurt and pain is ingrained in my eyes
Sicka bein’ open one day, the next, lockin’ down inside
This flutter of stress and emotions just makes me wanna cry
It’d just be another lie if I said I didn’t grieve
For what, I cannot tell because I’ve never really seen
The only clues I bring with me is that is was serene
Then the director yelled cut and moved on to a new scene
And as if by design, it doesn’t include me
Left me on the set and cut my role from off of the screen
And every day I wake up, it makes me want to scream
Because my reality sucks and I prefer to live in dreams
Where plans are carried out and everything is how it seems
Where everything is right and I never have to think
Where motives are never questioned and I never have to drink
Because my life is perfect, so when I hear that ring
It’s just another entrance into a bleary bleak existence
One I’m forced to live due to the love of my life’s insistence
But she doesn’t love me back, I’m just one of Cupid’s victims
Fell into the trap of just another stupid system
Wonder if people look at me and know just who I’m missin’
Constant rumination of when me and boo were kissin’
Everything was goin’ good then I got a taste of pain
It multiplied instantly, I never did anything in vain
It was from the heart, the couple songs that I sang
The thoughts I let her know that were always on my brain
The dreams I had about her and the future that we had
But I lost her somehow so now I’m back to pen and pad
It simply doesn’t feel the same and I doubt I will as well
This cloud that follows called love has a pit reserved in Hell
When it’s goin good, not a damn thing could be finer
I’d wake up every morning wishing I was right beside her
The difference now is I still do except it will not happen
They say never say never, but a long time is distractin’
Waitin’ for the cameraman to roll, clipboard claps and yell action
Pick up at the same spot before all of this crap, then
Track Name: Sky's The Limit
Every day is sluggish as I fight in my republic
The woman that I’m lovin’, I can’t put the mic above it
Even at times I wish I could, my mind ain’t fuckin’ budgin’
Too stubborn and persistent, this must be my punishment
For showin’ total devotion, bein’ real with true emotion
If I end up jaded, fuck it, at least I’ll still be flowin’
At this point, it’s all I got, I’m in control, I call the shots
I set the dates and my heart doesn’t get battered with all these rocks
Flyin’ from the road as the traction catches and I roll
If there’s one thing that I know, it’s that I got the purest soul
Simple and plain to see, I deserve better than this pain that anguishes me
If I keep goin’ this route, I worry it’ll extinguish any flame in me
But defeat can’t be accepted, even if I seem neglected
Whenever shit gets hectic, I submerge in the past, reflectin’
Optimism, see the joy, ignore the suffering, keep the void
That’s in my heart so I appreciate every moment when redeployed
Into the wasteland that is heartbreak, I politic and parlay
The negotiations always freeze at the edges like a large lake
I used to think it was worth it, now my mind keeps screaming stop
I think I’m at my melting point, the temperature’s burnin’ too hot
For me to handle even with oven mitts, someone blow out the candle
Snuff it, pull the wick out, cut the wax, completely dismantle
If that’s what it takes for me to heal, to finally recuperate
Maybe it’s a necessary step, a leap of faith I need to make