new songs
Just in case no one got the myspace bulletin (you gotta be a friend of The Professional, not me), I got three, yes three, new songs on soundclick. http://www.soundclick.com/jerseylunatic
The best one by far is 10 Days, which is probably the best song I've ever done, especially when you listen to the words.
Lyrics for "10 Days"
Chorus:
10 Days, that's a week and some change
I'll leave your brain cells stimulated and rearranged
I know you hate it but I know that when I leave the game
It'll never be the same, my legacy is destiny
Verse 1:
Day 1, I'm gonna thirst 'til I'm done
Spit so much heat I could burn up the sun
Venom slaughters your daughters but not hurtin' ya sons
Preach nonviolence and murder a gun
With a switch blade, bitch straight into the bullet
Fuckin' up your insides so you couldn't pull it
Takin' you to school with the bullshit I'm sayin' to you
Just a couple hours until I break through
Day two, Tuesday, two days removed
Today I won't get played for a fool
Playin' it cool, keepin' it real, secrets revealed
The agenda, not lettin' ya break all the rules
Start divisin' a plan, holdin' my mind in my hand
Like a basketball brawl get up and fight with the fans
Some of 'em hate me, wantin' to slay me
Some of praise me, fuck you, pay me
Day three, fake gs, fake pimps, fake thugs,
Take trips, they split, dont kiss, make up
I diss, they love it, part of the takeover
I'll make Hova pull a Dr. Phil and pull out on Oprah
Standin' shoulder to shoulder, hopeless they know that it's over
Apocalypse of our culture, you a rock I'm a boulder
You smokin' pot, I'm a soldier, you got the glock in the holster
Pen in hand, I write shit so hot it could smolder
Day four, praise the lord, no more rapin' whores
I don't need to say more, proceed the day towards
Layin' down the foundation, they say I'm not allowed to make it
Fuck you, it's the motto, it's the sound of the nation
We're not proud to make it, we got to much to hide
I'd rather be castrated and buried alive
The scariest guys are ones who barely decide
To live or die, I guess they gotta wait 'til day five
Chorus
Verse 2:
Day five, like the BeeGees, stayin' alive
Straight guys beatin' people up for showin' they pride
It's not right...but so it stands
We'd rather see two men holding guns than two men holding hands
Blue and red throwing signs, ain't nothin' to play with
The Klan's got their hoods, the Panthers, they fists
Swastika Nazis, muthafucka I hate it
People always dyin' all over the same shit
Day six, and I'm stuck in a cynical rage
Goin' all out, fuck what the critics'll say
Strugglin' just so the bills'll get paid
Hustlin', and I still get minimum wage
At an illiterate stage, all my visions are grey
Outta color, no wonder that things are different these days
Sinner's at play, movin' at a sinister pace
Innocence destroyed, guilty of religion and faith
Day seven, the incarnate of September 11th
I got the devil wishin' that he could remember heaven
Severed heads of several men, conciousness forever dead
Forgotten, like words of wisdom that's never said
We got issues, and it's impossible to solve 'em
Like theoretical trigonometry problems
Humans are a disaster, we can't stay great
God slept on the seventh and wept on day eight
Day eight, past week, crash burn, ass beat
White man, black teeth, no shoes, bruised feet
Skin burned, dirty mind, envy in the words we find
But I got love for everybody who heard me rhyme
It hurts the mind when we livin' this way
Too much takin, no givin' away
And that's why we live in relentless fear
Watch out, motherfucker, cuz the end is near
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Beat stops)
Day nine, spray rhymes in the face of enemies
Let 'em see that fuckin' with me is penalty
I spit quick slick shit bitch, I never let 'em breathe
Never let no man ever get the best of me
(Beat resumes)
It starts to rain hell, mist fire on the earth
Missiles fire from the earth, in a spiral since my birth
I'll straight up torture you, motherfucker now say when
Get no sleep on the night of day ten
Day ten, i reign supreme, I'm the master of the game
All you bastards are insane, time plastered in a frame
I'll smack ya, bring the pain, spit it backwards in my brain
Muthafucka crazy a I'm day different shit same
Hard work and dedication, never wantin' to quit
I'm a serial killer with the daggers I spit
Now listen up you ignorant son of a bitch
I hope you pray to your god that ten days doesn't exist
Outro:
Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will, shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord!, when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
(Gunshots)
the other two are Oh Boy, which has terrible quality cuz of the mic but an excellent beat, my first real party song. And then Part of Me, which is a short alt-rock/rap crossover track. ANDDD I sing on it so check it out.
peace, love, and akir,
justin
The best one by far is 10 Days, which is probably the best song I've ever done, especially when you listen to the words.
Lyrics for "10 Days"
Chorus:
10 Days, that's a week and some change
I'll leave your brain cells stimulated and rearranged
I know you hate it but I know that when I leave the game
It'll never be the same, my legacy is destiny
Verse 1:
Day 1, I'm gonna thirst 'til I'm done
Spit so much heat I could burn up the sun
Venom slaughters your daughters but not hurtin' ya sons
Preach nonviolence and murder a gun
With a switch blade, bitch straight into the bullet
Fuckin' up your insides so you couldn't pull it
Takin' you to school with the bullshit I'm sayin' to you
Just a couple hours until I break through
Day two, Tuesday, two days removed
Today I won't get played for a fool
Playin' it cool, keepin' it real, secrets revealed
The agenda, not lettin' ya break all the rules
Start divisin' a plan, holdin' my mind in my hand
Like a basketball brawl get up and fight with the fans
Some of 'em hate me, wantin' to slay me
Some of praise me, fuck you, pay me
Day three, fake gs, fake pimps, fake thugs,
Take trips, they split, dont kiss, make up
I diss, they love it, part of the takeover
I'll make Hova pull a Dr. Phil and pull out on Oprah
Standin' shoulder to shoulder, hopeless they know that it's over
Apocalypse of our culture, you a rock I'm a boulder
You smokin' pot, I'm a soldier, you got the glock in the holster
Pen in hand, I write shit so hot it could smolder
Day four, praise the lord, no more rapin' whores
I don't need to say more, proceed the day towards
Layin' down the foundation, they say I'm not allowed to make it
Fuck you, it's the motto, it's the sound of the nation
We're not proud to make it, we got to much to hide
I'd rather be castrated and buried alive
The scariest guys are ones who barely decide
To live or die, I guess they gotta wait 'til day five
Chorus
Verse 2:
Day five, like the BeeGees, stayin' alive
Straight guys beatin' people up for showin' they pride
It's not right...but so it stands
We'd rather see two men holding guns than two men holding hands
Blue and red throwing signs, ain't nothin' to play with
The Klan's got their hoods, the Panthers, they fists
Swastika Nazis, muthafucka I hate it
People always dyin' all over the same shit
Day six, and I'm stuck in a cynical rage
Goin' all out, fuck what the critics'll say
Strugglin' just so the bills'll get paid
Hustlin', and I still get minimum wage
At an illiterate stage, all my visions are grey
Outta color, no wonder that things are different these days
Sinner's at play, movin' at a sinister pace
Innocence destroyed, guilty of religion and faith
Day seven, the incarnate of September 11th
I got the devil wishin' that he could remember heaven
Severed heads of several men, conciousness forever dead
Forgotten, like words of wisdom that's never said
We got issues, and it's impossible to solve 'em
Like theoretical trigonometry problems
Humans are a disaster, we can't stay great
God slept on the seventh and wept on day eight
Day eight, past week, crash burn, ass beat
White man, black teeth, no shoes, bruised feet
Skin burned, dirty mind, envy in the words we find
But I got love for everybody who heard me rhyme
It hurts the mind when we livin' this way
Too much takin, no givin' away
And that's why we live in relentless fear
Watch out, motherfucker, cuz the end is near
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Beat stops)
Day nine, spray rhymes in the face of enemies
Let 'em see that fuckin' with me is penalty
I spit quick slick shit bitch, I never let 'em breathe
Never let no man ever get the best of me
(Beat resumes)
It starts to rain hell, mist fire on the earth
Missiles fire from the earth, in a spiral since my birth
I'll straight up torture you, motherfucker now say when
Get no sleep on the night of day ten
Day ten, i reign supreme, I'm the master of the game
All you bastards are insane, time plastered in a frame
I'll smack ya, bring the pain, spit it backwards in my brain
Muthafucka crazy a I'm day different shit same
Hard work and dedication, never wantin' to quit
I'm a serial killer with the daggers I spit
Now listen up you ignorant son of a bitch
I hope you pray to your god that ten days doesn't exist
Outro:
Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will, shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord!, when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
(Gunshots)
the other two are Oh Boy, which has terrible quality cuz of the mic but an excellent beat, my first real party song. And then Part of Me, which is a short alt-rock/rap crossover track. ANDDD I sing on it so check it out.
peace, love, and akir,
justin