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Going Up?

by LD50

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1.
The Intro 02:08
i jacked off just a minute ago so lemme talk while my heads more clear ive said more shiit in the lab in the last few tracks than i have in the past four years i realized way back that this world was cold i think i musta been 14 years old knew that it would never be the same withdrew and i started playin video games -1 every single session was a fantasy to ward away depression escapin felt so great that it became a real obsession i didn't need the popularity or approval and didn't give a fuck about impressions soon enough the buzz'd fade, never gettin laid never gonna get re-spect for my name---- either coast on a river of shit until the grave or i swim upstream and complain i see the need to try something and so i buy something i put it in a bowl and i fry something and that was it. somethin really clicked. had me all "man, _i bet i can get in with this" and so i did. started makin friends learned what it took to be cool and i learned to pretend flip a couple zips make bucks plus a few new names in my phone at the end couple years roll by, im 18 any faith in a faith is fading cuz it hurts so bad when i wake that i hate every fate that i'm contemplating handicaps teach a man a thing or two one, you're not special you are evrybody else two. theres people who are worse off than you there are people out there who would die for your health and do and so i moved to college with a picc line found a beautiful chick.. and made the chick mine waited six months, he was a good friend but i believe thats a tale for a new time lets get back to my world and my fantasy it crumbled to insanity as soon as she no longer saw a man in me i can't believe i took my girl for granted she's exactly what i stand around and wish the world had handed me im still arthritic but i've got hip hop now a new Mrs. to kiss while the time pass she's not as warm but she's there fORME when it's stormy, no she wouldn't leave unless i ask and i would never cuz i've got nobody better nobody that she could ever be replaced by in my mind that line's heavy cuz i said it once already but fuck it i can't waste more time on the rewind
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lines on the desk crush with the credit while i browse reddit everybody needs a rush, this is how i getit i let it enter, fuse with my center use for a muse or a mentor a music inventor the sender of splendor/renders a temper dismembered and tender never a bender, never surrender love one crutch too much i suspend her just for a while ill put what i observe on file and return in a while to a pile wit a smile float down the aisles, browse all the styles and the options-some seem mild: some put my friends in their coffinsmj hell it depends on the toxins, strong as an oxen start to approach a-la-carte with precaution none but a few ever choose a departure concoction. that said marijuana's always good fin' an honest dealer in a local neighborhood only trouble then is the cops and the men at the top who pretend they are friends of the pop. when will it end tell me when will it stop it depends on dissent on the scoop on the swap of the knowledge please do acknowledge the sign that i find like minds in the college ------------------------------------------ Everybody gets high sometimes good people lie sometimes Try some time to relax, listen to my tracks snacks for your mind bring you back crack when i rhyme and i hope you get hooked hope when i get shows booked, you show UP--- we could hang and discuss real shit like what i'm gonna do when i do blow up ------------------------------------------ come and kick it. the j i'll lick it, you're brain ill pick it the stickys wicked, that's the ticket. grab it quick 'n' grab a bic 'n' flick it n shoot the shit or i can spit the sickest, or we can sit n listen to the crickets-- i couldn't care less, i confess i could probly use a little rest times in the silence with friends i contest you will find are the best for a mind in distress dimes i invest reminisce on the days with my real friends all the warm summer nights and the weekends we'd-spend in the woods, in-small neighborhoods with the crew of a few who we all understood never knowin it would end so soon and here i am couple girls in my room. lucy molly mary, when life gets scary they carry away and consume the doubt/tune it out bloom new views that i write these tunes about --groove out while i smooth out life by the lines pluck it while it's ripe from the vine write what i rhyme every day in a fine tuned way to define my objective per se some fell short of their dreams in this lifetime im just tryin share a taste, let them bite mine ------------------------------------------ Everybody gets high sometimes good people lie sometimes Try some time to relax, listen to my tracks snacks for your mind bring you back crack when i rhyme and i hope you get hooked hope when i get shows booked, you show UP--- we could hang and discuss real shit like what i'm gonna do when i do blow up ------------------------------------------ Everybody gets high sometimes EVEN good people GOTTA lie sometimes so you Try some time to relax, listen to my tracks snacks for your mind bring you back crack when i rhyme and i hope you get hooked hope when i get shows booked, you show UP--- we could hang and discuss real shit like what i'm gonna do when i do blow up --------------------------------------
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woke up, oh fuck. just another day no luck. lookin in the mirror nothin gettin clearer dunno how to say "grow up" born to hate the 9-5, torn awake the fuckin time arrived when the hip-hop slipped into fill the gap of the last love now im trapped and im wrapped up in the scene and the rap public is mean. gotta bunch of carbon copy spitters with a mill or better and a full team i dont need that. i read that the real recognize real. imma rap for the rattpacks it's never been about a record size deal do you feel me yet? really hopin' that you can at this point got my cannabis joint in my hand at this point. feelin' manic disjointed and panicky. life is insanity. look what this bitch straight up handed me knowin' from the birth of me that to the hearse of me my words'll certainly disperse the worst of me and i been cursin' these uncertainties that happened upon my lap rappin to calm my ego. to our dreams is where we go it's obscene you know that we flow with the best of em blessed with em. reaping all the real raps from deep the chest of em confessin "um i got a little something special to best the rest of em" yes n im-- stressed 'cuz i been carrying this weight my whole life-had it repressed for awhile, nest in the isle next to a dream wife-that bitch probably aint exist.. but if she does here's a reminder fame's the only way you'd ever find her.
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Big Spender 02:27
gold digger dont you figure for a second im a tool. i can spot dishonest bitches like i studied em in school and i'm known to keep it cool even if she's somethin' hot; even if she push her titties up and pretties up my spot giddy up you drop it throw some fifties up and pop it couple bottles n models in my city i wouldnt stop it imma gritty get the money type, but it's a pity honeys hype bills over skills when some dummies write rum up in my tummy slurring speech n spittin' funny but don't preach im never reachin' for them peaches with my money i know better, i also know my flow can get them wetter than me opening my wallet for that cheddar NEVER. --------------------------- lemme get it straight, gimme just a minute wait you lay the dude with cash, a dude with class and use the fact as an excuse to assume that he passed some down to your ass when he smashed? has it occurred i dont care who you fucked? after ya words i dont care who ya sucked! you been paired with a nice pair there but enough is enough yer embarrassing as fuck. sit down sorry i would order you a round if i ever found any common ground but from the sound of your game i can tell you're a dame that i dont need hangin around came with the same pretense as the last two wenches that passed two cents too fast earn a past tense ask me to last in a way way too bombastic too dense superficial bitches dono shit about my business thinkin rich is strictly monetary stitches they monitor initials on their clothes like some yuppie fuckin hoes try to hide it or refine it but it shows ---------------------------
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Broke 03:16
do you remember when you promised that you'd never leave me i said "dont say that less you mean it" you said please believe me and so i did you know i really fucking did although it seems im just another stupid kid at least that's how you see me do i ever cross your mind? you aint gotta lie it's probably better that i know the answer's never cuz my soul would stand forever in the rain at your door that you'd kiss away (the) pain once more money and the skills and the smarts couldn't matter in a matter of the heart im battered and im torn and im tattered and the porn makes me sadder knowin somebody is fucking you like that what else i lost my father in a bottle i may never get him back and now im feelin trapped in my own trapped and alone but the pills help me fill so at home so i spill what i got and i take em not for the fakin, i've written only real and im spitten for the listeners who feel like they sufferin in solitude buffer from the pain, yo i got it dude spot the truth find somebody else who needs a talkin to maybe they could pay it forward and help a brother out, that's all this fuckin life should be about there's somethin so surreal about this music got me feelin like the real fuckin deal when i use it so many promises, time had to break em i'm fine when i lie, i'm good when i lie. i take em swallowin my pride with a tablespoon hope that i get famous soon, got to get me famous soon cuz fame is an excuse to overdose riiiiiight? but it can go wrong and leave me comatose, aiiight on second thought, maybe that'd be perfect maybe i could finely live the dream steada hurtin maybe i could make a little world in my head where my love isn't dead; everybody's got enough bread and hate's in the page of the history books every child in the worlds well read you know i would have fought the world just to keep you but to you i wasn't worth the fuckin effort and that can change a man, i hope you know that i dont hate you but i miss you and i wish for you to understand that i could only want the best for you and all your fam i know your pops'd lost respect for me but he's the man and i looked up to him it hurt for me to lose that twice upon the top of what we had so nice but oh well, life goes on fight good fights till the light grow stronger you might just might find the right one down the road so im gonna float, float until another beauty pulls me in her boat and pray that i can stay away from turncoats concern most that my words help me learn hope and through rap return most while i burn those one way bridges. burn those one way bridges-- while i burn those one way bridges to the motherfucking ground
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Against What 02:16
My Food is stale, water tastes like metal Rose in the Vase drops one last petal as i toss and i turn in my sheets, I sweat while i sleep in my dream there's a beast there's a devil ----------------------------------- and did i mention apprehension? apathy and cynicism in me are the source of all this tension they dont deserve my attention, but i can't quit em i try to outrun em with every rhyme every rhythm i climb and spittem lookin for a sign withem and try to align with em and re-bind my mind schism and rewind and redesign rhymes to shine withem repairin dissonance in front of invisible listeners i feed the brain an instrumental to relieve the pain, mental stains from a sorta morbid form a meditation orbiting the earth like a station with my soul as a witness to the human situation growing cold and everybody wants to see the top either be the boss or see the leader to his drop few and far between are in pursuit of something true that you could use to help the planet and its crew ----------------------------------- My Food is stale, water tastes like metal Rose in the Vase drops one last petal as i toss and i turn in my sheets, I sweat while i sleep in my dream there's a beast there's a devil- -- And he never settles, never releases me never ceases the assault on sanity, on my plan to be livin peacefully and recently he's screamin "JUST QUIT IT YOULL NEVER GIT IT YO You'll NEVER be famous you will never be livin painless so the game is over just like the dame who gave you the famous shoulder colder than ice, ya soul steady rollin over with nowhere to go" I shout back you dont know SHIT though. if you think im just a kid with a sick flow... cuz im FIXin to spit till i R.I.P. yo... and make this bitch a bit less of a shit show but thats enough about life, time to live it this fight imma give it my all, lets ball. i turned the devil to the girl who dissed me and then i fucked her in the ass before i went and battled brock and misty and then i woke as LD50 ---------------------------------- My Food is fried, water tastes like life only flower here is some weed for my pipe what i have and what i need'll be the same soon and everybody's gonna know my fuckin name soon -------------------------------------
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Day One 03:35
Verse 1: so i was stopped at a cross walk truck screamed past thinking i could take one step then SMASH! blast off to places that i could take the mask off face with my past and embrace what i passed off stay fastened my feet to the damn ground re-found it the peace from the campground-- where we used to sit with our feet in the water growin up so carefree sheep to the slaughter--but i wont settle. i wont back down im never gonna give up, i'll find that sound something that the people really vibe to-- to seek and see inside you and peep the truth (they're sick of being lied to) fuck you. i don' need a institution neither condescension when you speak of absolution think you know this life better than i do? just try to, you would lose your mind too scream and wanna die too Verse 2: i can't oppose violence with the prose sometimes i wanna take a violin bow shove it down the throat of a triflin' foe play notes on his voc's till last breath goes coaxing a hoax to the surface rap with no purpose, the prevalence of which makes me nervous some need to flex and bust techs direct into necks of suspects reckless and the worthless next the effect of the glamor and the glitz on these amateur shits who still stammer when they spit hammering the verse when the grammar doesn't fit i be sculpting with precision with a vision and some wit it's a given that the heads rejoice about my voice but ill prove to rest that i'm choice besting the noise that they blast through the radio ask if i think im gonna make it and im past saying maybe yo Verse 3: i hate to be deceived, i hate to see the people victimized by others greed and be commanded what to think and how to live and breathe like you consume or say a certain thing and lose reprieve know what i mean huh? i see em grow up, and gobble down the parent's throw-up 'cuz if they question or reject it then the belt will show up and sure 'nough-- the hate will pass down from ass clowns a rap sounds the perfect way for me to make it slow up. yup. its up to YOU to raise your son to be a bigga man and show that words accomplish more than any trigga can you must explain to them the gravity of language and emotions they invoke like all the shame that saying "nigga" can know how to press the necessity to progress as an entity representing a part of the fucking mess, you see. too many souls [have] fallen victim to the numbers, and obscurity encumbers people past the point of remedy
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Love Fools 02:38
you in a short dress me in a corvette weed in the glove box we in a love lock deep in a song so sweet-the-beat's-on-repeat til the end of our lives and we can drive to the ends of the world you be my girl, i fetchu diamonds and pearls or whatever you want whenever you want im on it ill never be gone im hooked on like phonics honest i promise, you got it calmly assessed no rushin abot it toast champagne, no damn thang to complain about or maintain that we aint about got plans so bright no chance they could rain it out aim high for the famous route same range as the bankers and ceos never even have to be cutthroat, from the fame to my shows imma make no enemies, everyone should wanna be a frien'o'me, gettem yellin uh huh, i will. ----------------------------------- young bittie. eyes so pretty (um) eyes that could see my disguise so shitty (um) it's a pity cuz im pretty well grounded and pretty well rounded it's odd? that we need a facade.... ---------------------------------------- Now I'm a little laid back lemme ASk wha would happen if i relax and i pack up the(a) fastback say hop in it need to escape any place for a minute we do a day trip here and a trip trip there drip drops on the top of a mountain countin (the) stars in the sky in reflection rest with the target of my affection interestin directions the mind takes, flexin a mindstate next to a dime fate bless me this time test me listen to my lines till you find theres a genuine gentleman set behind every rhyme and im better than anymen when it comes to you (i) know you see it i should be the frickin one for you the shit i done for you is just a start you can have my heart just so longasyoudont tear it apart stop lemme mention at the drop that the last few bars were about hip hop. that's how i feel but for real i dont care about just about
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Older Wires 01:52
i remember high school suburbs young weed lovers n when the bell rang it was time-to sell things snackin on some funyuns backpack packed full ah onions bout to hit the streets for the fiends kief piled up no leaf in my green in the seat laid back, way back while i play tracks loud with the bass blast way-past legal and it shook my little two door escort--feeble but i didn't give a fuck my music i choose it 'n' i knew there'd be a day i couldn't do it like i do it i said screw it imma cruise-wit-all the windows down spin those heads, tryin to pin those sounds serve them heads with the headies always ready like "i bet he got the chronic hit his cell hes always on it" and i was, steady with the heaviest of budz (and) i learned to hate the fuzz, just like everybody does i miss em, i could never forget em the whole crew rest in peace Pat Dease, and indeed Ben Lu(cas) i'm spittin this for you, straight livin this for you and ill never take for granted all the shit that imma do with my music- promise you'd be proud of how i choose and how i use it destiny's not dreamin, dont confuse it lose it, let-go, "spit ta fucking techno?" "prove you got the moves and a swagger you didn't choose in a magazine, somethin new that they haven't seen's all i gotta do." and imma do it nothin to it man i knew it from the start and imma call it work until they tell me that it's art-so tell me that it's art
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Cynicide 01:33
decipher layers of this game writin cyphers slayin lames tighten up im comin up toward the fame got a couple trouble tracks on my rack bout to double up pack kickin back at my back stackin rubble up double down double the investment triple the time i spit rhymes gettin fit in my prime commit crimes in comparison, ridin down harrison airin out the neighborhood tracks stay blarin son halfway there n so i'm starin at the notepad ..tearin pages that i wrote until i go mad holdfast, spitten over throwbacks rap renaissance round two yeah you know that imma show that i can hold that title mainstream crap tend to lack real idols aintseen rap worth two plays since lu-pe back in them liquor and food days my new shades hide the inflation i placed in the last line but im racin and facin the people complacent who spittin adjacent but stay defacin my favorite past-time and erasin the greats in a shadow of whack rhymes lets face it. raps another place thatit applies everywhere i look im seein stupid in disguise and every crook i shake i know another will arise to reprise the unwise; devise new lies realize that we got some real guys left yo never would advise hip hop to stay cleft tho you would be surprised the lows that could be highs when flows collide at those shows and open eyes LD50
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Dream Bit 02:44
shorty with the honey mocha skin funny how i woke agin thinkin bout you in the end of my dreams and it would seem that it's too much for me-when we do touch, the brainwaves rush and it splits at the seams ------------------ and so we break up every time i wake up wait till the next night, fade then we make up. date till it's just right, move for the kiss-- snap back to reality. aint that a bitch! cuz this the real world aint fit for the likes of us you've been bit now twice so you fight the trust you might adjust to like what my mic discuss but i dont write to incite a fuss and in reality we got another side of the equation, cuz you are you, insteada my interpretation, and you will do whatever you do, that voodoo so well OH hell you know i love how you smell love how you smoke with your cute little coughs love how you joke with jocks and tell em off and we're both a little rough around the edges- maybe we could rub together till we both go soft -------- shorty with the honey mocha skin funny how i woke agin thinkin bout you in the end of my dreams and it would seem that it's too much for me when we do touch, the brainwaves rush and it splits at the seams so what, you probly wanna keep it simple n i jus wanna kiss a little bit between your dimples ya body is your temple -put me on my knees and ill convinceya thatcha faith is somethin i been gettin inta -------------- holdup, more than once in a while i go an extra mile just for a smile the ladies should be linin single file, diamond in a pile a coal with style and soul im down to pack a bowl when you aint tryinna roll imma hold ground, lemme think i hold down anythin seventh grade homie had a belt to hold the semi in and i got plenty a clever to keep you entertained smart girls seem to get wetter when you can enter brains renter a plane n cross plains sippin champagne pain in the past amassed fame aint a damn change and you my main so you remain no matter what this aint a game i aint the same as every lame you rounded up fuckin chainsmokin, name jokin, plain open books or ya vein dopin, fame gropin, game chokin crooks surrounded by "si"-amigos, (groupies who stroke egos in the hopes of ridin coattails to get to where we go)
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No Needs 02:27
i dont want a lot of shit i just wanna stay young feels like the world's on the tip of my tongue and i just wanna taste it before it's too late cuz it ends too soon ( ends too soon ) ni dont need a lotta friends just a couple close ones cookout, keep a lookout n have have fun and i just wanna make it before it's too late gOTta breakthrough soon (breakthrough soon) ----------------------------------- and yo i know i'm not normal, but what the fuck is that and who the hell decides or defines where it's at you could just align with whats fine to the masses (with whats fine to the minds of the masses or find somethin past this n try new paths or pass it and try new paths) n i move fast no time for the hour-glass n you could find it's a blast when the hours pass n you could rhyme with a passion like i do why do so many say they dream but never try to? slow down, or roll up, but get ya dough up and so what, if people talkin wanna make you throw up a-holdup and keep ya head up, this life's a set up n if it knocks you down pack it down n you can get up im fed up with being broke; wanna get my bread up or fetch a baretta cuz all the hatred never let up, but you can bet im never gonna do it never ever all i wanna do is make my world better ----------------------------------- i dont want a lot of shit i just wanna stay young feels like the world's on the tip of my tongue and i just wanna taste it before it's too late cuz it ends too soon ( ends too soon ) ni dont need a lotta friends just a couple close ones cookout, keep a lookout n have have fun and i just wanna make it before it's too late gotta breakthrough soon (breakthrough soon) ----------------------------------- i wanna see more this beautiful world we live in 'n' meet morea the beautiful girls n women go on tour up the seaboard first and sea more purse before i give the foreign shore a detour verse you'll never see more thirst, i need success like the next breath it's either impress the best or accept death because i detest the rest of my options yes im obsessed, i can rest in my coffin yes i am blessed it's a matter-a-time the limelight just had to be mine imma beast on my grind you will find in a year ill be eatin all ya smart phone battery time, i'd rather recline (and) spit it underground 'til i'd rather be signed, then i'll git it breakin-mold by staying committed to soul n givin all respect to the legends- knew i'd sit among em some day round 12 years old
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Rip Sheets 01:47
rip a sheet up, the brain's getting beat up you tuck em under tongues, yup it's fun we can meet up im the one we can heat up under sun in the two seater be on the run till i'm done, just a paper eater. move like a cheetah, i never been a cheater tho- track assassin, crackin, never blastin' off a heater tho caps in the freezer yo, visuals so vivid you could listen to this spit within ya livin room and see the flow and so i've seen it yo, clouds shatter [it's] redefined matter a cataclysm catalyst it leaves your mind tattered. you drip upon the strip, your grip slips until it's tripping down your spine: gift-of-mind till the "shine" scatters and time splatters on the walls of reality calls the perceptions to conception of the fallacies, halls melt round you can fall meltdown till you felt sound till we felt sound. ----- that i dont drop em just to fuck around i drop em so i learn to be honest though it's none of your concern neither what i burn, and i'll prove it with the paper that i earn and the statements that i make'll take an idiot to spurn pity close minds, so i hit em with a witty clo(the)se-line terminate debates: indisputable. you can't relate, you fake, you never tried if you did you would see why the third eye's beautiful and so unusual spittin just felt so suitable within this new condition i've written the irrefutable hah, in just an hour with the power of a mind unconfined by the cubicle, boosted by pharmaceuticals
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Outro 01:40
smoke blunts back streets in a big city shotgun to myself with a fitted cap no need for a piece blow trees for the peace og so smack spit a bitta rap so high i could fly by guys on the side walk side by side with the clouds hide withe loud when the five-oh drive by my oh my betta duck in the crowd fuck im a proud young man, imma bow to the fans scream out loud from the stands yall don't know me yet but i know thatchu will someday so thanks in advance hang on a chance, dream stand so strong life aint what it seems aim with a beam for the top pop pop and i kill track drops till i stand supreme. wut ------------------- cast off from a life as a cast away my skill is to write so it has to pay pass go and collect my flow can connect my ends contented til i pass away crash down better off than the blast off that's all that i ask, gotta get it put mind over matters climb over ladders time toward rappin insteada reddit cuz if my lines are crack... their lines blow! fresh sixteen i overdose-they sleep so hard on me they might as well be comatose RVA can show a little bit of love and the parties they can blow a little image up but you'll hardly catch me get retarded im starving, starving bitch dont slow me up
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Welcome 05:11
welcome to america. where souls stay empty mouths get full, but the food stays tempting now this bullshit has beckoned me to write a bit about it so ignite a little green to catch the height of what im spouting i can't say where we flew off the handle maybe we were destined to be the example maybe in conception, maybe in creation the founding fathers overestimated the heart of the nation so stressed and so overdressed, what they [wrote constitut]ed an -instant- success, but so convoluted --the passage of time that we've grown too confused to interpret the text but who can guess the extent of distortion? and who can blame that my word disparages? forget debating all the ethics of abortion they're prosecuting women for their fucking miscarriages --hook-- awesome only in the sense that my jaw drops just enough to wrap my lips around a sawed off tears on the barrel, at least i have a choice but if i pull it, mother earth has lost another voice so i stoically withdraw it and stow it in a closet and i lock it, and i tell myself i haven't lost it have to unplug the tv to see ME reflected happiness is somewhere, tell me what direction -------- settle down keep your voices down keep your message private there's authorities around dont forget your lines while you're sticking to their script or you'll find that they're sticking you with time as they see fit they keep us stabled, with labels it's so ironic the patriot act? the name itself is a crime is everybody still hooked on phonics? go and graduate and learn to read between the fucking lines only then can we cease hostility cease prosecution in the war on drugs peace will be found when police aren't around and patrolling the streets like uniformed thugs i wish the crooked-cops 'ld meet a crooked end a meat hook's proper for the pigs, i contend google richard chrisman, computer or your phone and read about the man he executed in his home a guilty pig never ever gets a sentence his god complex will never suffer from repentance we're all suckers for the image of security and we accept it all in spite of the obscurity the ones becoming cops are dumber than a box of rocks degenerates, we gave em uniforms n then we gave em glocks so generous of all the black tax payers, buying em batons, just to get them back later ---- hook ---- tell me what direction, i can't see effects of the cause a wrecked section, the sect flexed on the cross a segment of text I emboss is the loss of humanity from christianity being the boss it's insanity. jesus camp is classified profanity it's asinine the facts decline the tacit inhumanity can't stand ta see the people killin other people over written lore and words of fantasy but change is scary see, look at virgin mary she's a very good example of oppression via heresy and all the time consumed by praying could be used for some tangible good, that's all im saying and if you disagree, i can understand i can understand that you're an idiot man i can understand that if i ask you for a hand you'll examine my beliefs before you meet with my demands i said idiot, it doesn't mean i hate you it states that i hate your views and what they make you irate at the fate, mankind's mindstate i stay wishin that my lyrics could slate you with a breakthrough paint you a portrait of your potential a stencil to trace each differential a metaphor for teaching, and what i find funny is i wanted to teach until i learned what money is ---- hook happiness is somewhere, ill tell you what direction ----

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24 year old rapper repping 703 & 804

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