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I'm Not An Indian/She's So Lovely/Spittin'
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This is actually three songs in one and it only gets better as it goes. Give it a listen, some new sh*** from October '06.
hiphop rapmusic marshall beattie shaler millvale
A vibrant, new rapper from Pittsburgh. Still perfecting his craft. Provides comedic energy as well as serious thought provoking lyrics his music. A real eye-ope
It all started when I was about 11 or 12. I would freestyle on the bus just jokin' around and such. My first song I ever recorded was called Big Balls In Your Soup (code for teabaggin') and it is LITERALLY an instant classic around here to the 75+ people in my old school of Shaler who bought the tape. The tape was meant to be a shocking, fucked up look at the mind of Bradster X, and it was fucked up nonetheless. Teachers were appaulled at the things I would say, as were students and parents. I sold/gave away this mixtape (which is mostly on this website) called 04-05 Sessions. Some of the shit was older than '04 but whatchagonnado. Visit Myspace.com/bradsterx for new songs I'm workin' on now for the new mixtape. Keep in mind, this is for fun. In no way and I'm trying to be "hard" to any extent of the word. Some songs are more on the serious side but majority of my songs are tongue-in-cheek tunes. It's meant for entertainment and it's fun for me to do and honestly, I'm probably better than half you mother fuckers reading this shit anyway so kiss my ass for hating.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
#10,685 in subgenre Peak #9
Charts
Peak #239
Author
Brad Marshall
Rights
2006
Uploaded
October 19, 2006
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MP3 5.8 MB • 128 kbps • 6:18
Story behind the song
The first two verses were just somethin' I wrote to that Indian style beat produced by Water Leak Productions. The third verse (She's So Lovely) was a verse I had written to some sick shit from Truescribe. The 4th verse was really somethin' I pretty much wrote and spit on the spot while recording this track so I added it on for that extra somethin'.
Lyrics
I'm somethin' like a rocket It don't take much to turn me on but when I'm gone dude, I lost it It don't matter how much my shoes costed Lots of dudes flossin', leavin' me nauseous Cops creep to me and my posse Frequently MCs try but can't top me Honestly, who you know do it better With a pen and a pad, any locale or weather Put the two together it's a beautiful thing Like an apple for the teacher that the student would bring, heh I'm the man with the master plan Who rocked ya'll last year with the Bradster Dance Fuck ya'll who never gave the chance to hear me I'll force myself into your ear like earwigs For those who fear nothing, might as well fear me My abilities to rip you to shreds lyrically An hour plus a pen and a pads been said probably A million times, but it's truer than a fact I can say more with a pen than most can at all I do it for me, don't care if I have fans at all Breakneck ability, like Shawn Michaels in the old days Most MCs are fake like Howard Finkle toupees You try but can't get rid of this You're style is outdated, I'm new school ridicolous Own sweatshops for Eastbay Deep inside Indonesia, Adidas to Da Da's I always wear my caps to the front So the sun doesn't glare when I battle you chumps Rattle you punks into dust, when you pound my fists Or slap my hands how come you never noticed it My power, inserted in my soul every hour I'm a God on this Earth I reign No I'm not I'm just a monster with the world to gain Somethin' that I've learned, every girls a pain It seems nobody wants to try for a change So instead we live a lie that's why I cock this gauge to my brain and spray (shotgun shot) (Taking A Trip) She's so lovely...never seen her with her hair down Look as it flows, shiny as gold..is she aware how She was the envy, to the girls in her high school And as she gets older, nothin' changes like our assholes In the midst of her teenage years Contraceptive was a word she rarely hears So he who fears disease, step away from this girl Good chance she has three, possibly even four, six seven or eight man, I'd step away like spoiled food on a plate And so I guess technically it's safe to say man You can judge an egg by it's shells but not a bitch by her legs, she has AIDs I just might flip ya mind like a Tec Deck If you hit play with my tape in your cassette deck My flow you must respect it even if I'm not respected It's your flow that's in question, leavin' people restless In the process dude, I'm leavin' people breathless Ingesting my rhymes, could get you cardiac arrested So if somebody wonders who the best is Point 'em in my direction, hand me a mic and I'll molest it Elected, thee emcee of '06 by me But that was 'round the time I was injectin' What was you expecting? I'm stressed but I handle shit better than the rest do Got your heads bouncin' like checks do You dudes are late like whenever a checks due I'm from the future baby, makin' great manuevers to your lady Woo'in her with my charm, while she's hangin' on my arm and my erection too
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