realest shit i ever spit (AUDIO)

[Bodey]

had the wrong link before. this one works. enjoy

https://soundcloud.com/badiali/ful/s-MsyqP

[Mr. J]

I couldn't find the track...maybe it's me....or you?

[Bodey]

try it now, i accidentally had it on private

[Geno]

this was dope bodey

real deep. this was sick bodey. sounds like you really put some thought into this piece. loved the energy you were using in the later parts of it towards the end. the conviction you had there would of been nice to hear in the beginning where it was sounding like you werent sure what you wanted to sound like. almost felt like you were just spitting it out and being playful cause you were worried how people would respond? i dont know maybe im way off. i think you just need to find a comfortable tone of voice and stick with it. your screaming to overpower the beat and its effecting your voice. if you turned it down a bit maybe you wouldnt have to scream it so hard. i dont know if that makes sense either cause again i could be wrong. what are you using to record with? what program. i still really wanna do our song we wrote. im gonna find a beat that i think will be easy to spit over and i will set it off with my verse first and maybe find a chorus and then we can send it back and forth until its done. gonna be ill if we can get it right.

heres the song in case you lost it or something.
i just read it and it really needs some good editing and shortening of the longer bars we dropped within. but if we twerk it right and readjust some syllables this will be sick as fuck. maybe ill play with it later tonight and edit the verses then send it to you. hit me up in my email. Mrchristophersh@yahoo.com -holla at me there

bodey and gen.
2012 Bonnie and Clyde.

Geno..
Tom boy type, with fight, this fucking bitch is down for whatever
Smoked out, no house, i found her ass trapped out in the weather
Far from a trend setter, she blends better nd her jeans complete the miraj
I wasn't fooled, I could tell she was a sexy beast underneathe the facade
We speak -she comes with me, keeps me company and I feed her the dope
Myself -a drug lord, who just scored a drug whore that I keep on the ropes
Don't really want people to know, so I dress her in some luxury shit..
That her body language complained she wasn't quite comfortable with
Wanted to punish the bitch, asked her why do you behave this way
Said she loved tupac, and she wasn't turned out she was raised this way
...she told me

Bodey..
Daddy’s been slappin me with “slut” since my toddler days
Grabbed me gradually at the start, then in some awfuller ways
“Taught her to obey,” he would say to no one in particular
Mommy always seemed to fade, Daddy was a dick to her
Isn’t that what you expected? Completely typical story for yet another whore
What about getting AIDS-infected cuz your dad is horny and desperately needs to score
One morning, he woke me up, after finding the test results, screamin “You stupid fuck!
I always knew you stole Mom’s dope, that’s what you get for shootin up!”
What he never realized is he gave me an idea, to which he’d plain deny
I never thought of getting high, but I was sick and tired of this fuckin state of mind

Geno..
I usually turn the other cheek when people choose to complain
But not every sad story's told by such a beautiful face
I'm the usual snake, same sorta guy she's been traveling from
and somehow has programmed herself to run back into one
Telling myself she'll just have to adjust, attracted to her pain
Cause its the same kind of picture that my past happens to paint
How's that for insane, two magnets that attract
About to hit the world harder than a terrorist act
Had hair to her ass, maybe my soft spot was cause I wanted to fuck
She touched my hand, told me she needed someone she could trust
..she said

Bodey..
Baby, baby please, I really need your help
You’re the only one that knows the truth about myself
I see my glossy lips glinting inside your hardened pair of eyes
With your hands across my hips, can’t you feel the paradise
Our pasts may be twisted, but it helped us set the prospect
With me as your mistress and the money as the offset
I touched your thigh with one hand, and the other on your face
Scooting closer to you now, I wrap my legs around your waist
Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll be with you in sync
Tell me what you’re feeling baby, tell me what you think

Geno..
I think we bout to grab some drinks, and ima watch these oxies twirk
We gone talk cash money, and about the bank were robbing first
And though the truth prolly hurt, she hung tough around the nuts
Wanted to go get drunk, and told me how much she was down to fuck
We hit a crowded pub, rundown spot where we could talk and chill
Discussed the whole plan before we got to horny off the pills
Caught the chills when she stood up and started to shake some ass
Another nigga aproached, so I asked him what the fuck he takes me as
Started to crack slick, one fat lip later we were headed out the door
Cloud over our heads suggested our directions bound for storms

Bodey..
Now we’re dancing in the rain; drugs always saddle pain
It no longer seemed insane in my vodka-addled brain
I spot a girl in Prada clothes, and I stop her in her throws
Just before the streetlights glowed, I give her face a fistful blow
As my whole grip lurked, I felt her throat jerk worse
Coercin her to open up her Coach purse first
Scanning credit cards, ID’s, a couple of twenty-dollar bills
Pictures of her family and a bottle of prescription pills
I could’ve been her, a successful winner, watching her eye’s last glimmer
Coulda been the business pillar, believing the lie we weren’t really gonna kill her

Geno..
But im a demon, dog, guerilla -darker than i led her to believe
Threw the bitch inside the trunk, brought her back for sex and bedroom company
Fucked her to death and busted mine inside my bonnie's sexy body
Left the victim sitting in the room to pay our rent off at the lobby
She was dead but had her wallet that i told shorty not to take
Besides, we had some bigger fish to fry inside the local banks
On our way we switched our vehicle, found something smooth and sleek
she could drive like a mutha fucker, and was to easy for her to lose police
couple ruthless thieves, walked in broke and out richer -the rest is history
but something was wrong, and she made it damn clear she was pissed at me
..screaming

Bodey..
You cling to negatives like me, like it’s imperative that you stay
But your intelligence got swayed by the decadence of your prey
Now I’ll be givin you a taste of your own medicine on this day
And I’m not talkin about the lousy sedatives you give away
I jerk the wheel, we spin, I clobber you with steel
The car peels out and gobbles a streetlight for its meal
Your gun in my hand, I walk to the passengers’ busted door
Where you sit keeled over, head dripping blood upon the floor
It’s funny, I never think twice, you’re no more than a symbol that burnt me
I take the money and hitch-hike, but not before givin the trigger a firm squeeze
Six weeks later, my face is in a toilet, and I’m violently sick
I look over at the result box, a plus sign appears on the pregnancy stick
..D.O.A

[Bodey]

ha i forgot about that collab man, that was fun.
Genocide thank you for the feed. you're absolutely right, i am screaming over the beat. i'm recording on an iphone 4 using voice memo, while inside my car with the beat playing out the radio. lol i dont have a mic or a program, thats all i'm using

i appreciate the listen though

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

i dont like to critique shit like this from a technical aspect...

...your voice is whiny on this shit...as wierd as this sounds i actually think it was perfect for the verse...it does make it harder to listen to though, but it captures the shit liive... somewhat reminded a nigga of ab-soul - book of soul....iunno, its hard to explain, but along with the beat, your delivery put forward an eerie feeling...which i actually thought was dope in context with the content...

props,...the quality though lmfao

#1 be easy