Post by Redrapper on Jun 26, 2006 21:31:22 GMT -5
Well, I've started working on a second album. My first album actually did well(I know some of you wanted it, but never got a chance to get a copy, PM me on it and I'll try to send one your way.)
As I was saying, people liked the first album, but there were a few blemishes. People thought I should be more direct with the subject matter... and while some tracks were awesome, not every track was COMPLETELY solid. It was a good effort, but not perfect.
I'm changing that this time. I'm still staying true to my emotions when writing, but I'm gonna try to be more direct instead of just beating around the bush. Also, I've worked a lot on delivery, flow, and I'm being more selective about the beats I use.
overall, I want every track to be solid and meaningful on this, so I've been working diligently on each track. I'm thinking of releasing this sometime before september.
As for the song?
www.soundclick.com/redrapper
it's called Nice Guys:
[Lyrics]
Why do nice guys always gotta finish last,
It's question I can never answer when it's asked,
a conundrum that has haunted all my present past,
It's like I'm walkin through a world full of broken glass,
Everything in me is twisted in eight ways,
ain't no black and white, and I shattered the shade gray,
red is all the rage, on the tip of my made blade,
this shit ain't a phase, this is future, today kay?
I'm gainin to mission, gatherin up a small force,
to get this fake president, outta terms, with an export,
meanwhile, My life is a turmoil waged war,
wit dreams knocked down to the bottom of each floor,
every girl I like thinks I'm a problem, a toxin,
they look at me, Like Quasimodo's tryin to stalk them,
misunderstood, for all his own intentions,
so he buries himself in his lyrics, writin a sentence,
[CHORUS]
I work all day in the middle of nowhere,
Rap stays made, by the vision of cold stares,
I take hate, just like nobody here cares,
but I stay great, even though it ain't all fair,
[VERSE
In the end, people never get the facts straight,
prolly why I never got a single prom date,
there' was just so much I could really all take,
everything I worked for, given to the jakes,
I tried to ally, they considered me fake,
Mr. Tilly doesn't want to deal, with what, Zaid?
The band's other half, gave me respect,
but the first half, thought I was bad, and hated my rep,
Look in the eyes of a guy, who has screwed with fate,
when fate screwed with him, and never let him graduate,
walk with all his friends on the last day,
while his cap and gown, collects dust, as they all pass away,
And I've made a few mistakes I can really say,
I knew I could make every single bio grade,
but was too busy, writin all my little great plays,
and for that, I got to sit out, commencement day,
[CHORUS]
I work all day in the middle of nowhere,
Rap stays made, by the vision of cold stares,
I take hate, just like nobody here cares,
but I stay great, even though it ain't all fair,
[verse]
So why do nice guys always gotta finish last?
It's the question nobody has even dared to ask,
convuluted and dilluted by the fakest facts,
Why am I the guy, takin all this stupid crap,
and If I'm a smart guy, within many piers,
why could I, not walk, in my senior year,
and If I'm such a likable dude,
why does the girl I love, not even have any clues,
People say, that I live in a safe place,
doesn't mean, I could never have any bad days,
tell me how you feel, when others call you all shit,
when you knocked out of a role, cuz of politics,
Tell me how you feel when half your friends backbite,
When somebody uses your words in the wrong light,
and tell me how you feel after four years,
when your friends walk on, and you stay right here,
