Remixes Vol. 3

by Matt Dyer

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This release features remixes to 2Pac & Keyshia Cole's "Playa Cardz Right", Sheek Louch's "Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)" and T.I.'s "Tell 'Em I Said That".

Stay tuned for Volume 4!

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released January 25, 2011

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Matt Dyer Algonquin, Illinois

Hip-hops' most unknown perfectionist/procrastinator.

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Track Name: Playa Cardz Right (Remix)
(Verse)
It’s more than silver and gold, this love that fills my soul
If you promise to stick close, it’ll be something that you’ll know
From a first-hand perspective, baby, don’t be scared
I’m right here, curl up close and forget them nightmares
Dry them tears, tell me what’s the matter, I’m listenin’
I might be young by your standards but I damn sure ain’t ignorant
I know how to handle women, both mental and physical
If you’re havin’ doubts, I’m not sure how to make you understand that this is real
But I’ll try, I swear I will
Never been a chicken chaser, the type hidin’ in the coupe, terrible
I knew what I still know, I know what I want from a lady
You gotta be a bit nuts but not a cunt, actin’ crazy
Cuz I ain’t gotta put up with a bitch bein’ shady
No gold diggers either, this isn’t fuck you, pay me
And it makes me sick that tricks like that exist, essentially
Now baby, lay down right next to me and I’ll take you to ecstasy

(Chorus - Keyisha Cole)
I wanna be the one who
Who you can depend on, who
Who'll be the one who'll be there
Through the thick and thin
Go by the water we won't leave until the mornin'
We won't leave until the night
And we will be forever more

(Verse)
I got nothin’ to prove, baby, even less to hide
Fuck music, the only groove I’m feelin’ is next to ya thighs
It ain’t all about sex, though, I enjoy your company
But I ain’t gonna say no when you climb on top, humpin’ me
You’re incredibly gorgeous, who in their right mind would deny it?
So we’ll watch a movie later, I suppose, right now, I’ll let you ride it
Screamin’ like you’re caught up in the middle of a riot
I like it, fuck the neighbors, baby, ain’t no need to be quiet
And after we both bust our nuts, the volume’s shiftin’
From loud moans of pleasure to us both gigglin’, whisperin’
The only time I’m calm is when you’re layin’ with me
I know you feel the same and ain’t just playin’ with me
When we fight, it’s never drawn out like Game and 50
And fuck what your friends say, they just envy you with me
It’s nights like these I wish I could live in repeat, endlessly
Still doubtful, I hope it’s real and this ain’t what you pretend to be

(Chorus - Keyisha Cole)
I wanna be the one who
Who you can depend on, who
Who'll be the one who'll be there
Through the thick and thin
Go by the water we won't leave until the mornin'
We won't leave until the night
And we will be forever more

(Verse)
We could chill at the crib or go out to get sushi
You don’t even bat an eye when I pull out a sheet of loose-leaf
To jot a couple bars quick, somethin’ you’ve grown accustomed
Now tell me, what is that if that ain’t lovin’?
You understand my passions, you keep me on the right track
When I’m rappin’ like a soul producer with your actions
But your gaze is like Medusa, got me frozen when you’re laughin’
Didn’t know I could be happy, when the fuck did all of this happen?
It seems like I woke up and you fell right into my lap and
I’m glad I saw the signs and ignored any distractions
Cuz otherwise I wouldn’t know what any of this feels like
I’d still be too caught up in rap to even bother with real life
You give me the space I need though and allow me to kill mics
And you let me hit it every night and that shit still feels tight
Definitely my mainline, the ones in the past were drain pipes
These cards that life has, dealt, damn baby, let’s keep playin’ right

(Chorus - Keyisha Cole)
I wanna be the one who
Who you can depend on, who
Who'll be the one who'll be there
Through the thick and thin
Go by the water we won't leave until the mornin'
We won't leave until the night
And we will be forever more
Track Name: Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up) (Remix)
(Chorus)
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded

(Verse)
Every time I think I can’t top it, I got somethin’ to prove
End up with a hotter track, yeah, I’m bumpin’ the groove
I do it for the gold like I was humpin’ a Jew
You bitches sit when you piss, I just hunker to poo (Haha)
Sink or swim, I’m doin’ laps like I spent the summer in pools
My shine comes from within me when you tuck in your jewels
Sleepin’ on me? Oh well, your lips puckered and drool
I was rappin’ in middle school when it wasn’t this cool
You can check the facts, I was sittin’ in the back of every class
With a notepad on my lap comin’ up with some raps
Furious with the pencil, I almost broke it in half
Lookin’ back on it now, I’m barely chokin’ a laugh
At the improvement and the progress, used to be some nonsense
Now there’s no debate in Illinois to whose the hottest
In my conference, I’m unknown, but I got the cockiness
Or is it confidence? Fuck it, I’m the rawest in Algonquin (Haha)

(Chorus)
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded

(Verse)
I’ll leave you spinnin’ when I’m off like a broken Discman
Make you disappear durin’ the come-up (*Kssh* Hold for Hittman)
I’m done with livin’ on Earth, I’m too cold for this land
Chillin’ on Planet X with a 40 while smokin’ my sixth gram
Mary only had one, wait, so am I silencin’ this lamb?
I’m as biased towards a rapper as Christians to Nation of Islam
Or Islam, like I give a fuck enough to be respectful
I’ll make you shit yourself like a Denny’s breakfast bowl
Take it slow, one bite at a time to digest it fully
My name’s Matt and I’m white? Does it matter? Well I guess it really
Depends on if you’re a bigot or a racist
Cuz if bein’ black is the way to go, give me some spray-paint quick
If Shady hadn’t came along, the road wouldn’t be paved brick
And this would be a feeble attempt, just a career grave dig
Lucky for me, if you’re dope, everyone loves a Caucasian
Fuck, the next rapper to blow’s probably gonna talk Asian

(Chorus)
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded
And if you got a problem with me, you got a problem with them
If you’re tryin’ to pop at me, then we’re droppin’ your kin
Make you flop on the ground like a fish out of water
Oh shit, I ain’t black, now this shit sounds retarded
Track Name: Tell 'Em I Said That (Remix)
(Chorus)
You pussies ain’t shit
What you rap about
You pussies can’t spit
Hear ‘em rhyme it but it never fuckin’ sticks
Talkin’ to ‘em
These pussies with loose lips gon’ sink their own ship
C’mon, bitch, you pussies ate dicks
I’m hearin’ cum drip from your lips
What you expect, these pussies ain’t clits
You pussies ain’t shit
Smell ‘em like the stink of your own pits
It’s been known, bitch, you pussies ain’t shit!
(TELL ‘EM I SAID THAT!)

I formulated my opinion of myself based on my doubts
So I know all my weaknesses, what the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?
You ain’t even on my level, I’ll knock them words right out your mouth
Have it lookin’ like alphabet soup when all them letters come out
And you can make all them fuckin’ claims about the cheddar you count as clout
But I’m seein’ holes in your cheese, must be Swiss, but not accounts
You say you send it overseas like you was singin’ higher pitched
C’mon, that’s a lie, might as well say Matt Dyer’s bitch
Hot rhymes? Someone turned the sprinklers on for your fire script
I’m a fuckin’ inferno, smokin’ ‘em out whenever I’m writin’ shit
Be easy, breathe easier, here’s an oxygen tank for your troubles
But it ain’t gonna matter when you’re buried beneath all of this rubble
I’m destroyin’ everything you’ve built, I’m transcendin’ and eclipsin’
Throw this bitch into a higher gear, you can hear the transmission shiftin’
Better call out for assistance, S.O.S., bitch, where’s your beacon?
Ain’t noone gon’ help your bum ass anyway, what the fuck were you thinkin’?

(Chorus)
You pussies ain’t shit
What you rap about
You pussies can’t spit
Hear ‘em rhyme it but it never fuckin’ sticks
Talkin’ to ‘em
These pussies with loose lips gon’ sink their own ship
C’mon, bitch, you pussies ate dicks
I’m hearin’ cum drip from your lips
What you expect, these pussies ain’t clits
You pussies ain’t shit
Smell ‘em like the stink of your own pits
It’s been known, bitch, you pussies ain’t shit!
(TELL ‘EM I SAID THAT!)

How do I know you’re a bitch? You’d take it to fists before a battle
I ain’t even into beefin’ shit, but I’ll make exceptions and I’ll dabble
Just to cut through all the rabble and make it clear to all around
When the big tree in the forest falls, everyone’ll hear the sound
What you’re standin’ for is pitiful, it’s even less than minimal
I’m just gettin’ in the zone, my potential is inestimable
Situation critical, grab the bull by the horns, Al, you’re gonna get Gore’d
I’ll leave your career dyin’ on the floor long before any kind of tour
This rap’s my fuckin’ motivation, you just do it cuz you’re bored
Heard a couple songs and all of a sudden you’re thinkin’, “Oh lord!”
I can get the shit they’re gettin’ if I’m fake, it’s just perception
Until you get to steppin’ to a one-man army with a weapon
I ain’t gone Hulk on a track yet, easin’ into it with flexin’
Don’t underestimate my potency based on my white complexion
Or go ahead and attack me, see what I have for protection
But I’m writin’ fuckin’ real shit, I’ll get to you in a second

(Chorus)
You pussies ain’t shit
What you rap about
You pussies can’t spit
Hear ‘em rhyme it but it never fuckin’ sticks
Talkin’ to ‘em
These pussies with loose lips gon’ sink their own ship
C’mon, bitch, you pussies ate dicks
I’m hearin’ cum drip from your lips
What you expect, these pussies ain’t clits
You pussies ain’t shit
Smell ‘em like the stink of your own pits
It’s been known, bitch, you pussies ain’t shit!
(TELL ‘EM I SAID THAT!)

(Verse)
I ain’t even close to peakin’, you won’t ever reach a high
Even if you smoked an ounce, that don’t mean shit, cuz Cheech can fly
I can rap circles in this circuit when I’m blitzed or when I’m shitfaced
So you puttin’ your hardest efforts into a mixtape is a disgrace
I was reachin’ for a razor blade the second I heard your disc play
If that’s the only way you’re killin’ shit, congratulations, dickface
You ain’t worth a shit to me, so suck my dick, yeah, how’s that piss taste?
I don’t wanna hear your kids rappin’ either, dog, you gon’ get spayed
Push this lyrical switchblade in your taint and cut your fuckin’ sperm bank
No deposits, no withdrawals, make your account hurt when it gets drained
You’re fallin’ behind on tracks, caboose disconnected at the end of train
Bitch, I’m the self-appointed King of this shit, and you ain’t gon’ end the reign
If Method Man brings it, then bitch, I’m the one to send the pain
You’re rappin’ as wack as…Well shit, I don’t wanna mention names
All I know is fuck your clique, you and all your friends is lame
Rappin’ like you’re gangsta but I’m just seein’ a bunch of dames

(Chorus)
You pussies ain’t shit
What you rap about
You pussies can’t spit
Hear ‘em rhyme it but it never fuckin’ sticks
Talkin’ to ‘em
These pussies with loose lips gon’ sink their own ship
C’mon, bitch, you pussies ate dicks
I’m hearin’ cum drip from your lips
What you expect, these pussies ain’t clits
You pussies ain’t shit
Smell ‘em like the stink of your own pits
It’s been known, bitch, you pussies ain’t shit!
(TELL ‘EM I SAID THAT!)