THIS IS A NON-PROFIT MIXTAPE, WITH NO INTENTION OF MONETARY PROFITS OFF OF THE MUSIC. I OWN NONE OF THE INSTRUMENTALS/SAMPLES USED.
PRODUCTION CREDITS:
Better Things https://youtu.be/ykf6yKydlrI
Keep Salt https://youtu.be/oRHKVmQ138Q
Broken Watch Time https://youtu.be/Y3jlss37qWk
Shin (interlude) https://youtu.be/F7gyabvCKEs
Most High https://youtu.be/LJ8lFVAC7FI
24 https://youtu.be/nsj_mmwij4w
No Flockin https://youtu.be/bq9stI31Kiw
Started when “No Flockin” was written on 4/4/2023. Mixtape finished on 8/5/2023 when all vocal mixing and revising completed. A total of 23 tracks were made for this record that I then brought down to 7. In short, shit happened in my life and I almost lost it all. That’s what this record is, that feeling that I almost lost it all. This record for me was quality over quantity in terms of its length. Every record I’ve dropped until now had 10 tracks and that brought me a lot of stress as I thought I would follow this unwritten rule of mine but letting go of that and just saying it’s done is all I needed. Enjoy 🙂
****Vocals mixed and mastered by Tierce.****
Gear I Use:
1. LCT-440-Pure Large-Diaphragm Condenser Microphone
2. Sennheiser Professional E 935 Dynamic Cardioid Vocal Microphone
3. Samson MD5 Desktop Microphone Stand
4. Amazon Basics XLR Cable
5. Focusrite Scarlett Solo 3rd Gen USB Audio Interface
6. ACASIS 16 Ports 90W USB 3.0 Data Hub
7. FL Studio 21 DAW
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Verse:
Keep you in my memory I swear till the end of me
You’ll live infinity turn you into energy
I’ll lay you in wax like I did in your grave
Can never rub your back but it’s better this way
I had a child Shin he was so wild when
I first met him alone with no kin
Never knew his past liked it that way
Warrior with gas went out there and sprayed
Ohh he was a feline on a beeline
Down a decline till he resigned
He loved starting wars went for multiple tours
I guess in the end he received his awards
A veteran deeper than the lettering
Like Musashi no one was better than
No bottle or rattle just some rest after battle
Wake, yawn, stretch, then skedaddle
But a day came too close you flew to flames
Walked in all normal to your bowl then ya ate
I went to pet your head then my face went dead
My son all bloody leg hanging by a thread
Live only in violence take no say from tyrants
Prolly what you thought but to me you were priceless
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