"DIS TRAK" | MONDAY BARS 49B (PROD. Acclimated Assassin)

MONDAY BARS 49B - Second Boom Bap I got on for this week, this one being more Boom Bap x Gospel with a sample. Kind of a diss track. Again, my voice is still messed up a bit, but hopefully it will be better for next week!

I'm really happy with how easy it is to mix these now since the sibilance distortion was the biggest issue I had. I also figured out my export settings weren't the best and how I could get no latency in my recordings. I know it's pretty late, but it's better I learn these things later than never!

Let me know what you think!
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🎹(PROD. Acclimated Assassin)
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VISUALS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCqoix7HnGo

LYRICS:

I’ll keep it straight, I ain’t the greatest of greats
But you sayin’ you better bro? Hold up that don’t resonate
I’m literate, not gifted, but I never read ‘n wait
Go attend that seminar while I inseminate
Bring life to the game, and ya bitches face
Congratulations! You graduated, classically trained!
I train ya bitch to sit on this dick I lay then spit shit better than you could ever make, fake bitch
Tight flow, tho I leave ya hoe loose
I’m on the move, all ya “tools” you ain’t puttin’ to use
Big talk no walkin’, you ain’t an inch in these boots
Flippin’ then floppin’ on talk cuz you know you’d lose
You sniffin’ shoes, lickin’ toes in the back, the caboose
Ya lackin’ practice, inaction, just choose- choose to
While I’m the fuckin’ conductor in comparison
Wearin’ down the wheels write, rap, mix, producing
You snooze in daily, hooray for ya baby mama, that… you ain’t even a father to…
Say again why you braggin’ on this sad shit?
I’m laughin’, but fuck, really I feel bad for you

Go bend ya knees appeal to the masses dude
They don’t care about ya ass, next trend they trashin’ you
I’m buildin’ up from nothin’ no cuttin’ corners or rustin’
Adjust ‘n hustlin’ trust imma last through then surpass you
Man, these bum dudes don’t know difference in ones ‘n twos
Take these sons to school, bunch of dummies ‘n fools
Get ‘em learnt ‘n give directions perplex ‘em, left then rights
Take my test, get F’d, you outta question in a fight
Bitch I’m winnin’ night to night independent I survive
Try my life, ya in defensive, I invite
No ill will I still kill until I die
I’m insensitive you senseless, no eye to eye
No eye for eyes, strike first you ridin’ in a hearse
Only drive bys ya do get mama cryin’ ‘n hurt
Lyin’ in dirt, reminisce on ya ma’s lyin’ words
Said you a virgin birth, nah that was all my work
Feel my whole self in this, like ya mother’s coochie
On that booty gettin’ nudy makin’ triple x movies
On ya television sellin’ it, for tha people or tha hell of it
I get up ‘n coming, you fetal undeveloped shit