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Demo: The Mixtape

by Matt Dyer

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1.
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
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Revenge 02:47
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’
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Poker Face 03:51
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
6.
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
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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
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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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