"BOOM BAP" | MONDAY BARS 49A (PROD. byJ.)

MONDAY BARS 49A - Rapping on a Boom Bap type beat for this final week before week 50. Feeling much better than I did last week, but my voice is still affected by this cold this week. Regardless of that I'm now using my new de-esser and mixing is SOOOOO MUCH BETTER AND EASIER!

Even though this is gonna be week 4 of YT shutting down my Shorts, I'm looking forward to what I got cooking 🔥🔥🔥

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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEDdI82KW9Q

LYRICS:

NASA employee I be takin’ down challengers
Mark ya calendars, against me any day Jan 28
Hands send the date straight to ya face
KO blows like a fuckin’ .50 caliber
Catastrophic failure, no up in air odds bro
My actions appallin’, yo ass the Apollo Disaster
Crash burn, track record patterns
In my sleep, it a breeze, Columbia follows
All go down quick, little over a minute tops
Hits limitless never missin’ a shot
Whether or not solo, three, seven, they rot
Left them bodies cold, souls see heaven ‘n God

I know my soles seen a lot, damn face of the Devil
Steppin’ flip the weapon ‘n he tastin’ the metal
Dental work for free, then knee to the temple
Cuz I don’t kneel to no man, god, or several
This vessel I wrestle with is all there is to limit me
Can stop me from livin’, but let nothin’ imprison me
Life’s a competition and I ain’t racin’ to the finish,
But at the pace I’m hittin’ I’m made for winnin’
People try trippin’ me up, say it’s for the better
I ain’t listen to none, wait for what?
Cuz whether I see success or loss I’m never lost
I still cross that finish line, in my mind like a tether

I remember what went on in my head when I was dead
Dread infested my brain, ate away layin’ in bed
By day my flesh gave way, in vain it bled
Too aware to be insane, but too scared to awake
Except fate, to terms with death, what’s left: taste
Can’t waste a second or less, I resurrect from the grave
Find pleasure in pain, bless curse the same
My purpose murder, what I’m meant for and crave
What I’m bred for, sent for endin’ ya name
I raise, take aim, lead straight to ya face
I’m huntin’ son, ya done, just a prey in my game
Say Grace, I bathe in the blood and emaciate