So I used to spit quite-a-lot, Til one day my ambition of being “Hyper”-dropped, At first I was just thinking it might be writers-block, But after 5 years I’d of thought it might’ve-stopped? How the fuck am I still here tryna figure what-to-say? Maybe now will be the time? Nope, not-today, I’ll just focus all my time on beats like I’m Dr-Dre, While the momentum I’ve built up is tossed-away, Meanwhile the mainstream’s still 99% horse-shit, I wanna show them how it’s done but I won’t force-it I’m Heisenberg, won’t settle for less than pure-shit, But something creatively is clogging up the faucet, All the while the beats are only getting more-sick, Lyrics are still as caustic, Flow’s tight as a corset, But nothing’s coming out, fans are thinking that I forfeit, When I’m still hungry as the shark in a fucking Jaws-flick! But which topic do I try-to-attack? I’ll only write with meaning tied-to-a-track, Will only pen it if it’s true to my life-or-it’s-fact, But maybe that integrity was suicide-to-enact, when I…
Chorus:
Couldn’t be the one telling you I’m rich and how I’m always chilling in the club, (Na) Couldn’t be the one telling you the stresses of my life and why I’m on drugs, (Nope) Couldn’t be the one constantly saying I’m the best like all these other mugs, (Na) So instead I’m just here, On this sphere, With a beer, Singing wubba lubba dub dub…
Verse 2:
Maybe I should try and hit-the-charts, Just bring bangers, who cares if what I spit’s-a-farce? Better yet I could just mumble on this shit-for-laughs, And contribute to seeing lyricism ripped-apart! Or maybe I should jump on politics and bash-Trump, Like everybody else spewing out their trash-junk, I was drawn to the revolutionary cats-once, Now just I find all this political crap-dunce! You need the left, and the right wing in order-to-fly, With only one you’re left spinning, you won’t sore-to-the-sky, It’s like our leaders think we’re stupid, and the cure’s-to-divide, Keep us preoccupied, with sides, obscuring-the-wider, Issues of the world, Man either way the planet’s-fucked, Yes I know it’s awful and-it-sucks, But I could search for answers til my life span-is-up, And still not know how to stop us imploding in a manic-rush! I won’t claim to know what humanity might-need, Like some kind of fucking prophet riding on a white-steed, Nor will I align myself with David Ickes’s-Creed, And fight to see those under the “Illuminati’s” might-freed! And life’s far from the worst, I’m bless, So how’m I gonna cry about my first-world-stress, When there’s people dying of hunger and thirst-curled-next, To a family of 12 in a third-world-mess?! Man I dunno when I’ll be finished-with-this-drout, All I know, is I was never in-this-for-the-clout, So I’m on it til I’m dead, not the slimmest-of-a-doubt, Just for now, I’ll be here, with a Guinness-on-this-couch, Singing…
Chorus:
Couldn’t be the one telling you I’m rich and how I’m always chilling in the club, (Na) Couldn’t be the one telling you the stresses of my life and why I’m on drugs, (Nope) Couldn’t be the one constantly saying I’m the best like all these other mugs, (Na) So instead I’m just here, On this sphere, With a beer, Singing wubba lubba dub dub, motherfucker…
So I used to spit quite-a-lot, Til one day my ambition of being “Hyper”-dropped, At first I was just thinking it might be writers-block, But after 5 years I’d of thought it might’ve-stopped? How the fuck am I still here tryna figure what-to-say? Maybe now will be the time? Nope, not-today, I’ll just focus all my time on beats like I’m Dr-Dre, While the momentum I’ve built up is tossed-away, Meanwhile the mainstream’s still 99% horse-shit, I wanna show them how it’s done but I won’t force-it I’m Heisenberg, won’t settle for less than pure-shit, But something creatively is clogging up the faucet, All the while the beats are only getting more-sick, Lyrics are still as caustic, Flow’s tight as a corset, But nothing’s coming out, fans are thinking that I forfeit, When I’m still hungry as the shark in a fucking Jaws-flick! But which topic do I try-to-attack? I’ll only write with meaning tied-to-a-track, Will only pen it if it’s true to my life-or-it’s-fact, But maybe that integrity was suicide-to-enact, when I…
Chorus:
Couldn’t be the one telling you I’m rich and how I’m always chilling in the club, (Na) Couldn’t be the one telling you the stresses of my life and why I’m on drugs, (Nope) Couldn’t be the one constantly saying I’m the best like all these other mugs, (Na) So instead I’m just here, On this sphere, With a beer, Singing wubba lubba dub dub…
Verse 2:
Maybe I should try and hit-the-charts, Just bring bangers, who cares if what I spit’s-a-farce? Better yet I could just mumble on this shit-for-laughs, And contribute to seeing lyricism ripped-apart! Or maybe I should jump on politics and bash-Trump, Like everybody else spewing out their trash-junk, I was drawn to the revolutionary cats-once, Now just I find all this political crap-dunce! You need the left, and the right wing in order-to-fly, With only one you’re left spinning, you won’t sore-to-the-sky, It’s like our leaders think we’re stupid, and the cure’s-to-divide, Keep us preoccupied, with sides, obscuring-the-wider, Issues of the world, Man either way the planet’s-fucked, Yes I know it’s awful and-it-sucks, But I could search for answers til my life span-is-up, And still not know how to stop us imploding in a manic-rush! I won’t claim to know what humanity might-need, Like some kind of fucking prophet riding on a white-steed, Nor will I align myself with David Ickes’s-Creed, And fight to see those under the “Illuminati’s” might-freed! And life’s far from the worst, I’m bless, So how’m I gonna cry about my first-world-stress, When there’s people dying of hunger and thirst-curled-next, To a family of 12 in a third-world-mess?! Man I dunno when I’ll be finished-with-this-drout, All I know, is I was never in-this-for-the-clout, So I’m on it til I’m dead, not the slimmest-of-a-doubt, Just for now, I’ll be here, with a Guinness-on-this-couch, Singing…
Chorus:
Couldn’t be the one telling you I’m rich and how I’m always chilling in the club, (Na) Couldn’t be the one telling you the stresses of my life and why I’m on drugs, (Nope) Couldn’t be the one constantly saying I’m the best like all these other mugs, (Na) So instead I’m just here, On this sphere, With a beer, Singing wubba lubba dub dub, motherfucker…
Official Music Video to Hyperaptive - High. Produced by Lenn Beats, co-produced by Hyperaptive.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
The fans are like “where you been at?”, I’ve been in the lab planning classics man relax, Cooking beats and bars to put my name on the map, Like I was doing for years before anyone even gave a crap! Now every time I rap, It’s a full throttle-banger, Couldn’t be my equal even if you was my doppelgänger, Nice guy in life but on the mic I drop-all-manners, Man I’m pissing on these rappers ’til I’ve emptied out my bladder, All I’m hearing is blabber, Tracks with no-variety, That’s why I wrote-maniacally, ’Til I built my notoriety, Still addicted to this game I’ve never known-sobriety, My psychiatry’s, what keeps me safe to roam-society! Been advancing every tick-of-the-clock, Now I’m bringing the kind of heat that made Icarus-drop, Fuck a door to the industry I’m picking-the-locks, And dashing a grenade inside man I’m sick-of-the-lot...
Hook:
They already know, Killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow, In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow, ‘Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow, And it’s just gonna keep spreading ’til the day I die, Aint a damn limit, that I won’t defy, Still fully addicted to my medicine supply, If you think I’m gonna quit now man you must be high...
Verse 2:
I spit like a genius, Magical-as-a-genie-is, Radical-as-Houdini-is, Tragical-and-just-tedious, That’s what your CD-is, Mechanical-as-the-media’s, List of fake rappers talking greeziest, See I’m just a simple rapper with pipe-dreams, Of one day having the opportunity to ignite-streams, Of Gasoline, Over the pussy rappers on my-screen, Hear them scream, And watch them burn as the light-gleams! I’ve been a mic-fiend, Since back in 01 as a kid with a pad and a pen-in-my-grasp, Addicted to killing the beats and the rhymes, to get an adrenaline-blast, A skill that I’d only go on to refine, always developing-fast, Ignoring the haters and people who said I would never excel-in-my-craft, The nerve-of-the-cunts, Used to chat behind my back, now they’re serving-me-lunch! Aint a fucking rapper here that I won’t verbally-crunch, And when I said I was here to the end it was never hyperbole-once…
(Hook)
Verse 3:
This ain’t checkers this is chess, That’s why I stay 20 steps, Ahead of the rest, So while your shitty tunes’ll be here a year at best, I’ll still be remembered eons after I’m gone in the flesh, The skill that I possess, Aint something I need to validate, Soon as I touch a mic these motherfuckers salivate, If your top 10 rapper list ain’t where you allocate, Me, then that’s a list you need to fucking recalibrate! I’ll show you what it means to start-from-the-bottom, Coming from the streets of London where it’s dark-and-it’s-rotten, Another broke mum, another fatherless-tot-and, I’ve come a long way now, but I’ve far-from-forgotten, All the memories, the pain-and-the-stress, With music as my only real way-to-express, Never took a rest, Stayed chained-to-the-desk, And I’ll be here still as obsessed, 'Til the day I meet the angel-of-death…
Official Music Video to Hyperaptive - Planet Earth.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
So somewhere in the vacuum-of-space, There’s a rock, inhabited by miraculous-apes, Who learnt to walk, talk, think, adapted-a-taste, For power, then spent the centuries trapped-in-a-race, To see who could dominate and be the kings, A long line of swords, guns, death and severed limbs, Entire empires controlled by those who pull the strings, And for every one that falls and new one always begins, Now they’re in the midst of their latest-attempt, Their intelligence has just seen it’s greatest-ascent, Went from seeing signs of gods in all of nature’s-events, To being able to spot asteroids and make-a-defence, But despite the major-extents, To which they’ve advanced and grown, Still it’s an unknown, Universe they roam, Some even still entertain the thought that they’re alone, In the cosmos, trapped in the bubble they call home…
Hook:
This is planet Earth, Where the Homosapiens lurk, Split and dispersed, On different mountains of dirt,
Where your place of birth, Will tell if you’ve been blessed or been cursed, And a wallet or purse, Will define your worth,
A species immersed, In multiple illusions at work, From ideas of supremacy to the church,
Incapable to search, Beyond the spec of dust where they’re perched, The smartest dumb fucks in the universe…
Verse 2:
A world where nothing makes the slightest-of-sense, No one has a clue what’s going on despite-the-pretence, Of order that everybody always likes-to-present, Half of them waiting for a fucking afterlife-to-commence! If you don’t know the answers and your mind-aches, Don’t sit and stress about it, just resort to blind-faith! No need to time-waste, Unravelling all the mysteries behind-space, ‘Cause when we die we’re all headed to a divine-place! So ’til the day your numbers-are-through, Just hit the T.V, ensure nothing encumbers-the-view! Get living it up in the club, with all the drunkards-and-booze, Go buy material shit, explore the wonders-of-shoes! No need to make use-of-your-head, Anyone challenging the status quo we’re shooting-them-dead! Fuck renewable energies, let’s keep polluting-instead! Wouldn’t want to push our evolution-ahead…
Hook & Bridge
Verse 3:
A species who think they’re a superior-breed, Though I doubt you’d find an alien who really-agrees, ‘Cause in the grand scheme of things we’re merely-a-seed, Our full potential not even nearly-achieved! Still running around in tribes, Societies comprised, Of politics full of lies, Homicides, A world where greed and evil thrives, Where fame and power’s idolised, Over being wise, Yet still we’re sure of our superiority, Even though historically, Every move we made ended horribly! We’re probably our galaxy’s main source of comedy! Another life form’s own scientific laboratory! Studying how we grow, Placing bets on whether we’ll stabilise or blow! Why I’m here with these fucking idiots spinning to and fro, I don’t even know, I’m just enjoying the show…Alien Sex - Hyperaptive Random Bars | UK Underground RapHyperaptive2014-04-21 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Another rap to camera in the same vein as Sick As Fornication & Rubicon Flow, this one titled 'Alien Sex'.
It's the sickest force-in-the-game, Psychopathic, warped-in-the-brain, Don't belong on this planet, shouldn't walk-the-terrain, Since a younger I was awkward-and-strange, My thoughts-are-deranged, Trying to conform and be normal's just torturous-pain, Either I'm a fucking alien's abortion-that-came, Down from the sky, landed on Earth, morphed-and-attained, Human attributes, or my Dad's corpse-was-a-plain, Lie to hide an abduction my mum was forced-to-retain, We aint the same-breed, Motherfucker you could train-three, Million years in a row and you still wouldn't be in the same league, I regularly boost my brain-speed, Chewing a mains-lead, Til my temple vains-bleed! Stunning the hardest rap-fanatics, With my rhyming acrobatics, Make the sickest emcee need to rethink his rap-schematics, A Syko who acts-erratic, Spitting vats-of-acid, Play my albums back-to-back-it's, Like a legend just stepped in the room and spat-the-classics...
Hook 1:
I'm hot as subterranean-depths, If you aint feeling me you need your fucking craniums-checked, Feeling like Iorn Man, rolling with titanium-pecs, Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!
x2
Verse 2:
Cold-as-ice, When I hold-the-mics, Every piece of gold-I-Write's, As lethal as 10 King Cobra-bites, A poltergeist, When the flow-recites, Can't touch this, you'd have better luck cutting diamonds with dolomites, I'll go-for-nights, Writing so-precise, Like when surgeons go-to-slice, Making these other rappers look overpriced, Couldn't even be my prototypes, I'll merc off the entire industry with a keyboard as my sole-device, This is magical-shit, Got the flow to make your girl touch her vaginal-lips! Make a paraplegic start bussing radical-flips! And make the sourest haters act like fanatical-chicks! Guess it's the nature-of-the-beast, Got the flavour-of-elites, And I don't need, no one to cater-for-the-beats, Couldn't give a fuck if majors-wanna-reach, Long as I'm paying rent and still got paper-for-the-beach, Some of you make me crease, Bragging on tracks you have-in-the-charts, Then only ever last, As long as an average-fart! From the start, I was spitting with a mavericks-heart, If it aint pushing boundaries it's not an adequate-task, That's why my shit's the cream-of-the-crop, Hear the passion in my bars when I'm reeling-them-off, This is Hip-Hop, Aint tryna be dealing-in-pop, And when I'm not, breathing is when the scheming-will-stop...
Hook 2:
I'm lethal as radium-gets, Talking like your fucking sick but I aint vaguely-impressed, Hating cause I've got the bars to make your lady-undress, Untouchable, bitch I'm the product of alien-sex!
x2Hyperaptive - Oi Santa [Christmas Rap Song]Hyperaptive2013-12-20 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
hyperaptive oi santa christmas xmas rap song crazy parody dark deep crazy insane strange weird instrumental syko beatsEminem Rap God Instrumental Remix - Hyperaptive (Official Video) [UK VERSION]Hyperaptive2013-10-16 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Hyperaptive official instrumental and lyrical remix to Eminem - Rap God. Taken from the upcoming Marshall Mathers 2 album 2013.
Beat re-produced by Hyperaptive / SykoBeats using Logic Pro 9.
Lyrics:
Ever since I fell out of mums-womb, I've been deranged like she done-shrooms, The whole 9 months sat up in one-room, Boxing them off, you can tell by one-tune, One modicum, Of my rhymes and you'll know I'm smouldering, Every beat I touch flowing colder-than, The omen-in, A river that's frozen-in, Murderous-rhymer, Virtuous-writer, Perfect-designer, First-of-a-kind-a, Monster trapped in a game surrounded by vermin-it's-Hyper, Miles from amateur, Been running years but still got stamina, Several albums made, no manager, No producer, no one in my calibre, I'm on a hunt for Excalibur, Wanna be king, I'll munch any challenger, Work each month on the calendar, That's why every one of my tracks are damagers, See I use reason-and-logic, But I don't just mean to key-the-melodics, When I write these rhymes I'm deep-and-methodic, These new emcees make me-wanna-vomit, Feeling to quit-rap, Cause right now it's future looks pitch-black, Half of the world is dunce, and these new rap fans need a bitch-slap, You don't know the meaning of the genre, Following trends like you're doing the conga, But no matter, each year I get stronger, I'll swallow this game whole like an anaconda, A lot of people think that talking really fast in a song means you've got skill, No, It just means you're talking really fast to have the substance your song lacks filled, So, To everybody that's been telling me I really need to get a new flow please chill, Coz on a level there just really aint a track I ever made that I didn't fucking kill! Fuck that new malarkey, Everybody singing with illuminati, Name me a mainstream track that aint a love tune or some shit to use-in-parties? Oh there is-none, It's all about making kids-run, To the store with her or his-mum, To buy the latest star of jizzdom, And fuck a Marshall Mathers LP sequel, That's a disgrace to a classic not equal, Put Stan or The Way I Am, to Survival or Rap God and you choose people, Infact my bad don't, 'cause you don't even know what you're meaning, When the original dropped the majority of you were probably fucking semen, Rap's-clogged, Up with all of these wack-jobs, Talking about their fat-wads, And their bitches while you twats-nod, But I'm a Hip-Hop hero on a bat-pod, Already got an insane backlog, Of these tracks-dog, Already crazy, one day I'll be a rap-god....Hyperaptive - Message To The Future [Official Music Video] Underground RapHyperaptive2013-09-16 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Official Music Video for Hyperaptive - Message To The Future (Prod. Hyperaptive)
Dear listener, I'm recording-this-tape, For you play back at any time, or-any-place, Whether to me you're an advanced, or still an ordinary-race, Whether the world I know thrives, or it morbidly-breaks, I'm hoping this message'll-last, A way for you to revisit your inaccessible-past, I wish knowing your life was more than a guessable-task, And I could see your world, but here's an impression-of-ours, We just past our millennia's-birth, Another thousand years many-have-worked, Died, tortured, lied, to have control over any-of-Earth, Now we're settled in our various-turfs, But is settled the word? I wouldn't say we're too stabilised, Though that's the view in most of my 1st world neighbours-eyes, Living unaware, consumer driven labour-lives, With no sign a smarter age'll-rise, Unless we sway-the-tides! Some say we're entirely-lost, That we try and see our future maniacally-squashed, Just quietly-watch, The I.Q of society-drop, It's like our leaders want intellect and sobriety-blocked! Just keep your values materialistic, And if you aint chasing money then you're merely-a-misfit, Fuck changing the world, that's nowhere near-realistic, If life's deeper than this, it's clear-we-all-missed-it...
Hook:
But by the time you're hearing this tape, This world could be a dream, just an inferior-place, Maybe we're long gone, leaving merely-a-trace, Maybe we grew strong with superior-traits,
But if this is in theory-a-taste, Of what can come from this intellectually weary-a-race, Then I wish that I could vanish from this year-and-be-placed, In a time where all the problems I see here-are-erased.
Verse 2:
We are dust in an ocean-of-stars, Yet that we're advanced is one of the notions-of-ours, Blind to the galaxies, hence our devotion-to-mars, Trapped in the system, falling down the same slopes-from-the-past, And we've barely passed the ravages, Of world wars, a bit further back and the average-is, Arranged marriages, And war-torn-savages, Last century it was candles and horse-drawn-carriages! But in the last century-alone, We've achieved more in terms of the lengths-we-have-grown, Than our entire evolution's essentially-shown! We're aliens to our ancestors rudimentary-bones! And with the technology that's sure-to-rise, I can only guess, but barely fathom the sort-of-lives, That you may be living, we could soon be immortalised! The fact I'm probably gonna miss it all leaves me mortified! Stuck in the most crucial era-we-face, Our fates, Hang on the right moves or errors-we-make, Cause the worlds of utopia and terror-we-base, So much fiction on, aint necessarily-fake, Our potential is limitless, Fuck nay sayers, disbelievers and cynisists, Cause in centuries to come we'll all be primitives, This world's a mystery with no room for difinitives...
(Hook)
Verse 3:
The past was once painted and described-in-words, But we're the first, to truly have our lives-preserved, Each caught in the web, having our lives-observed, Letting the future forever see how our lives-occurred, Makes me wonder who's playing-this-back, A thousand years from now will you hear what I say-in-this-track? And if it is staying-intact, How much of what I've spoken will still weigh-in-as-fact? 'Cause with the change Earth's-seen, In the last millennia, 3013, Will be far removed from what people hearing this first-deem, To be normality, something like an absurd-dream, Are you under government policies? Are there still murders, poverty fuelled robberies? Do you still hold capitalistic ideologies? Are there countries? Or are they just forgotten oddities? Do you still kill each other in colonies? Do the majority, still follow religious prophecies? Do you use the money of our economies? Are you still taught there can't be equality? Cause right now, I see us as prenatal-at-best, A new born species, in it's first capable-steps, Unsure if our future will bring good or fatal-effects, I just wish that I stay for the rest...
(Hook)Hyperaptive - Big Man [Official Music Video] | Underground UK London RapHyperaptive2013-07-31 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Let's-study-the-mind, Of a 13 year old reppin' S-W-9, Every part of his ends has trouble-entwined, With every other guys mentality muddled-and-blind, Covered-in-crime, A big little gully-guy, Only cares about stacking his money-high, Fuck school it's a long ting to study-why, Bother when you can shot to every breh running-by?! Him and his man dem are live-o! Rob yutes off ends, run from the 5-0, Back to the block, better cotch there and lie-low, Bill a zoot and put it into rhymes with the biro, Only peers are the older-guys, Thinking their living some sort of soldier-lives, "Gotta rob brehs fam cause we're so-deprived", Unaware they're only aiding their own-demise, All he sees are the p's-and-the-creps, G's-in-his-set, Robbing to be seizing-respect, Brain washed by the hood so he leans-when-he-steps, Gun finger in the pictures like he's squeezing-a-tech! And his balls aint even dropped-yet, But you dun know our little big man's got-skets! About to be the biggest G on his block-yet! Watch when he's older this breh'll be a top-vet!
Hook:
He's a big-man! Might be young but we aint kids-fam! Think you're hard try live where we live-fam! Round here there's no point having big-plans!
No love for the law, fuck a pig-man, 13 I blaze weed and cigs-fam! Want beef get shanked in your ribs-fam, Can't tell me shit, I'm a big-man!
Verse 2:
You aint never seen a kid this-raw, 13 and he's moving the piff-draw, Want beef? You can end up with a kick-jaw, Don't try judge unless you've ever lived piss-poor! Cause it's hard-in-the-ends, All times, better be on guard-in-the-ends, Or you might get stabbed up, scarred-in-the-ends, It's either road or behind bars-in-the-ends! That's the mindset he rolls-with, Never was rich, never was one of those-kids, Silver spoon in their mouth, jamming in a gold-crib, Off to uni, Dad's paying for the whole-gig, // Na fam, it's a benefit-ting! Mum's drunk and that bitch don't ever-lift-limbs! No job so when it comes to the cheddar-it's-grim, Want p's? Best hit road and sell-a-pricks-rings!! And he moves with a shank-in-his-waist, He could stab a breh now and be blank-in-his-face! Man these wankers-are-waste, Tryna be a tough-nut, Come to my block, see if you don't get roughed-up! Don't really give a fuck where his life-goes, Only cares about p's and nice-clothes, Getting weed and fucking them nice-hoes, Won't be long til his story might-close...Hyperaptive - One Of Them Dreams ft. Alice Olivia (Official Music Video)Hyperaptive2013-05-25 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Hyperaptive - One Of Them Dream (ft. Alice Olivia) (Prod. by Hyperaptive)
This is the official music video to 'One Of Them Dreams'. Taken from the EP Hyperaptive: LDN.
Filmed By RecEditors. Written & Produced and edited by Hyperaptive.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I keep having one of them dreams, where life-is-a-breeze, All the problems I've encountered all the strife-is-relieved, A picturesque world, one not rife-with-unease, Full of death and greed, Where most of us have to fight-from-the-seed, One of them dreams, Where I aint estranged-from-this-Earth, Never was that crazy kid who acted strange-and-berserk, Who stayed-in-a-murky, Room writing just caged-in-his-work, Socially awkward with an unquenchable escapism-thirst, That dream where you get a second-chance, To go back to when you were younger and less-advanced, Retrace your steps from a wiser adolescent-stance, Never kicked from school, never hung with pricks, have every mess-enhanced, A world where Dad was in the family-pictures, Where the pictures consist of me maybe standing-with-sisters, Bros, cousins, like any standard family-mixtures, Not me and mum alone with not a hand-to-assist-us! Stuck in a city full of little gangsters-and-emcees, Where the road aint safe to roam around thanks-to-the-plentiful, Amount of crime and the threat of getting shanked-is-against-me, A dream where every fucking day my bank-isn't-empty, A life where all and every struggle's-erased, Where the future aint always completely muddled-and-hazed, Free from this world and all of its troublesome-ways, Then I open my eyes and it just fades...
Hook:
I keep dreaming, one of them dreams, Everything seeming, the way it should be, But if I'm dreaming, leave me in peace, I prefer the feeling, when I'm asleep.
Verse 2:
A world completely contrasted-to-this, Where we evolved and entirely mastered-the-list, Of world problems, where social class-is-a-myth, Where the rich, don't just live in a cosy narcissist-bliss! While the rest are ditched, In a place that's poverty-ridden, A world where we can truly say equality's-given, A society that's free from our authority's-vision, Dictating how the mentality of the majority's-driven, This solitary-prison, Where we're told what to think, who-to-respect, How we should act, how to pick your shoes-or-your-dress, Everybody giving twisted admiration if you're huge-in-the-press, Glamorising stupidity, videos just oozing-with-sex! Anything to have the youths imagination-abolished! Keep them thinking their worth's decided by the weight-of-their-wallets! These days you could be Shakespeare creating-his-sonnets, No one cares unless you're bragging being fake-and-dishonest! A world that's not content-with-the-notion, Of having our evolution essentially-frozen, Just so the ones at the top, the portentiously-spoken, Can hold a system destined to be eventually-broken! A world far from the one-that-we-know, Where we're free to change and abundantly-grow, But with the way we're headed now that may not come-to-be-so, So for now, I'm keeping my eyes closed...Hyperaptive - SykoTherapy (Full Album) - UK Underground RapHyperaptive2013-05-07 | 1. SykoTherapy (skit) 0:00 2. Medication 1:45 3. Barely Human 5:41 4. Household Hip-Hop 9:03 5. Black & White 13:09 6. Lost Cause 17:10 7. Memory (ft. Alice Olivia) 21:01 8. Bachelor Baby 25:06 9. Famous (ft. Alex Lewis) 29:10 10. Dumb 32:23 11. Believe 36:36 12. Syko 40:45 13. End Session (skit) 43:57
This is the official music video to 'Lyrical Narcotics'. Taken from the new EP Hyperaptive: LDN.
Directed & Edited by Hyperaptive. Filmed by Alex Javier, Johann Gutierrez & Georgia Coleman.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
They call me Syko, lyrically I'm second-to-none, Got your head spun, Soon as the first second's-begun, Rhyme crazy as the devil having sex-with-a-nun, Never needed a gun, bitch my only weapon's-my-tongue, It sprays lethal-acid, Burning mics and sheets-to-ashes, Plus my beats-are-massive, Fam I could fucking sneeze and release-a-classic, Not that it's hard to achieve, when this industry's-a-vapid, Cloning machine that only cares if the rate of p's-are-rapid, You must be sniffing keys-of-coke, If you think todays emcees-are-dope, Please hang yourself and don't ease-the-rope, 'Til your body leans-and-slopes, They're not even-close, My rhymes'll melt your mind like butter on a piece-of-toast, So call Charlie, 'cause I bring fire-in-the-booth, I'm at the highest I've ever been admiring-the-view, Seeing all these little fucking prats lying-to-the-youth, You aint villain, a real villains' attire-is-a-suit! And yes I know fully well that the road-is-raw, Never said I'm a guy who always abode-the-law, But you know-the-score, I've never been a persona-fraud, Telling you how I'm hustling and living by a code-of-war, I'm on a mission to commandeer-the-throne, And have the bad direction that this game has steered-atoned, Touched more topics than most rappers you hear-are-known, To touch the whole time their career-has-grown, In one year-alone, Fam you're nowhere near-my-zone! I'm in outer-space! About-to-break, Light speed and vanish without-a-trace! Out-my-face, No omega beta or alpha-traits! I aint even human, I'm an alien that's out-of-place....
Hook:
I got them lyrical-narcotics, Shottin rhymes from the lab for minimal-arse-profits, This business? I get hysterical-laughs-off-it! It's just a bunch of goons with typical-daft-topics!
This is them lyrical-narcotics, Rhyming skill's right at the pinnacle-can't-top-it! Went to rap's birth, pulled the umbilical-parts-off-it, Kicked the nurse, told her "It's mine bitch-and-you-can't-stop-it!".
Verse 2:
Aint nobody on my pedigree, The horseman of Sleepy Hollow aint as off his head-as-me! Man I'm a predatory, Killer surging with energy! Already killed this game on SykoTherapy! Now I'm putting the nail-in-the-coffin, No failing-or-stopping! Bun the industry that mess is looking stale-and-just-rotten, Independent all day! I'll be prevailing-and-dropping, These tracks until I've got a whole set of staidums-rocking! Til there's a aliens-coppin', copies of these narcotics, It's a sickness buried in me fam you can't-stop-it, No amount of vast-profits'll, Tempt me to branch-off-it, Every beat my path-crosses, I gotta burn harder than harsh-tropics, My mind's a machine made to breach-the-limits, Of this game, heart pumping at 90 beats-per-minute, No oxygen in my body only ether's-in-it, An artist through and through, cut me and I'll leak-acrylics, Fuck deep-with-lyrics, Man I'm at the cavernous-depths, Of insanity, This head's a fucking hazardous-nest, Of bars, beats, rhymes, basically a chasm-of-death, For any emcees who wanna to test, how deep the savageness-gets! A ravenous-vet, Man for years I've been flaming-tracks! Yet back in the day a lot of guys would sit and claim-I'm-whack, Now everybody wants a track, with my name-attached! And pussy's thrown at me like the fucking sky's raining-cats! But I aint here for that nonsense, It's Syko Recordz bitch! Where the hits are just constants! You know the deal, no need for question or conference, Only the illest music is ever leaving my conscience....Hyperaptive - Dont Funk Up Our Beats Entry [Syko Recordz 2013] - Hopsin / Funk Volume RemixHyperaptive2013-02-28 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
This is my entry to Funk Volume's "Don't Funk Up Our Beats #5" Contest.
Lyrics:
Too many years I've been doing-this, Spilling beats, keeping the rhymes flowing with fluidness, One of the few-of-us, Keeping the real art luminous, Amidst a game filled with more shit than a sewer-is! It's humorous, This mainstream shit that's in-the-sales, Spent the last decade plotting as the wind-has-wailed, Pulling my hair, scraping tallies with my fingernails, Marking the days past since this game has been-derailed, But now I'm seizing-the-throne, In a league-of-my-own, Up against a legion-of-clones, Either chatting about the club or how they're squeezing-the-chrome, All I ever see are comments saying "He-should-have-blown, A couple years-back", It's clear-facts, Don't agree? Clean your ear-wax, Either that or quit downing the beer-stacks, 'Cause if you're happy with who steers-rap, Right now, you're either drunk or high on potently engineered-crack! Man I've been doing this shit for years, I've come crazily-far, You'd think I've been banging them weights the way I keep raising-the-bar, Aint many a rapper making beats who also slays-them-as-hard, And I'm gonna be killing this for as long as any Drakes-are-in-charge! So fall back now or stand-beside-us, Everything I touch turns gold, got the hand-of-Midas, Trying to stop me spreading would be like trying to disband-a-virus, I'm killing the grand-designers, And leaving no dam-survivors, Sick of seeing teens just soulless-and-blind, Whose every last word or possession they own-is-defined, By what's controlling-their-mind, Grown-and-designed, As soldiers-in-line, Helping this world keep the mould-it's-assigned, This Earth's turning to a sombre-place, Feels like this generation's gone-to-waste, Fond-of-fakes, And clubbing like every song-narrates, Fuck logical long-debates! Drink it up and get these bitches thongs-to-shake! Enough of these dumb-fucks, I'm dumb-struck, Every fucking track that you've done-sucks! If young-bucks, Think this rap game can be summed-up, By the mainstream, then this shit needs to become-crushed! It's time to take a vicious-approach, You're fucking nuts if you've been thinking that this-is-a-joke! We're about to see the goal of this mission-approach, It's Hyperaptive, FV, keep listening-close....Hyperaptive - L.D.N [Full Album]Hyperaptive2013-02-13 | Buy on iTunes: itunes.apple.com/album/l.d.n-lyrically-desgined-narcotics/id603512487?uo=4
1. Lyrical Narcotics 0:02 2. One Of Them Dreams (ft Alice Olivia) 3:54 3. London City 7:50 4. Reverie Road 11:28 5. Big Man 15:58 6. Dear Lord (ft. Ashley Chambliss) 19:03 7. Mine For The Taking (ft. DDark) 23:00
Fam, I-am-the-rawest, If I was a dinosaur I'd be a tyrannosaurus, Just stomping over these bitches leave 'em dying-remorseless, Tryna be on my level's like a wasp flying-with-hornets, Like tryna fight a fucking samurai-with-a-swordfish! Or tryna win a marathon, riding-a-tortoise, Any sophisticated person just entirely-forfeits, Before your whole career gets left to lie-in-a-morgue-this, Is my life's-work, And this is just the tip of the iceberg, I'm ten steps ahead of you, always stay 9-swerves, Ahead-of-the-curve, Severing-words, Never-been-urged, To tether-or-merge, The evident-surge, Of fakeness in this game and be an irrelevant-turd, The cliff I'm climbing-is-steep, Yet through the wind and rubble falling by the side-of-my-feet, Still no sign-of-defeat, Nothing'll stop my climb-to-the-peak! Impossible's a boundary for the minds-of-the-weak! Don't need your beats, and I was ever tryna be signing-a-sheet! My rhyming-is-deep, Insomniac, man I even rhyme-in-my-sleep, So all you little haters can just keep on grinding-your-teeth, 'Cause I'm too far out this planet to hear your cybering-speech! And fam I don't know what you've-been-on, But I've got your chick as juicy as Rubicon! So while your smashing your keyboard talking 'bout who's-a-don, She's in my yard, stripping to this song, ready to loose-the-thong!
Been killing-rhymes, Since them dinner-times, In-a-high, Chair spilling-Heinz, Alphabet Sphagetti in-a-line, Too far evolved for these philistines, One of them mutated monster men with Godzilla-spines! Beefing me? that's just ill-advised, Show me your favourite rapper and I'll still just see beginner-signs, One of the rare breed of iller-minds, Looking to be remembered long past the grave on some Dilla-vibes, While the rest just get hollower-and-shitter, Thinking they're big just cause they've got followers-on-twitter! This aint some hating sour-shit, But come up off your power-trip, Before you get devoured-quick, And left beneath the flowers-bitch! I don't know how-it-is, You think-that-you're-dope, Talking so much gas it sounds like your sphincter-just-spoke! You don't even deserve to have a tongue linked-to-your-throat, You bringing a classic is as likely as convincing-the-pope, God's a hoax! I'm undeniably-nuts! Fire-erupts, When my mouth's not entirely-shut! So try-and-be-tough, Just know your chick's tying-me-up! And I'm elephant hung, my balls should be ivory-tusks! Yeah me and the pen-we-G's! Don't care if I get on M-T-V Long as you're showing love, buying M-P-3's, So hold tight until the LDN-E-P....Hyperaptive - Dear Lord (Ft. Ashley Chambliss) Official Lyric VideoHyperaptive2012-10-30 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Hyperaptive - Dear Lord (ft. Ashley Chambliss) (Prod. by Hyperaptive)
And if you want us all through those heavenly doors,
Then why did you make us so we're-flawed?
Dear-Lord.....
(Verse 1)
Dear, lord, if you truly-exist, Then why create a world so truly-amiss? Full of inequality and as unruly-as-this, With no sense of why we're here floating through-the-abyss, Where's the logic or divinity, In a world where stupidity, Occupies the vicinity, I've comprehended to the best of my ability, But still-it-seems, I view the Holy Trinity, Cynically, Why make us pay-for-the-sins, That we commit if you designed us and pasted-them-in?! So contradictory I can't find a place-to-begin! These books hold as much weight as the pages-within! And I aint trying to undermine-your-belief, I know it's blasphemy to do something as minor-as-speak, But if you think you know the truth, and your mind-is-at-peace, I'm glad for you. 'Cause mine is never likely-to-cease! Are we meant to sever-the-search, For answers just 'cause of a verse, We read-in-a-church? If we'd never put our exploring endeavours-to-work, We'd still think we could fall off the edge-of-the-Earth! And this plan aint so wholly-divine, If you go to Hell, when not believing is solely-your-crime! If you let innocent lives die, when you're supposedly-kind, Tell me why Lord show-me-a-sign.....
(Verse 2)
Too many nights man I wonder-why, Are we here on this Earth? What's beyond-the-sky? Would we even know if we lived a hundred-lives? Wish I could see this worlds mysteries undisguised, See we know we're just a drop-in-the-ocean, Of this universe, each person dropping-their-notions, But for me, no answer can be properly-opened, By any amount of bibles or prophecies-spoken, Man who wrote-them?! And which religion-is-right?! How can there be this many religious divisions-despite, There being one God? Each envisioning-life, In different light, With different rules to live-and-recite, What if there's no way to reach-any-higher? No afterlife when we die, no peace-and-no-fire, If all religions are just reflections of peoples-desires, Made to seem as equally-dire, As the need-to-respire! What if the threat of eternal agony, Just plays on mankind's inherent greed and savagery? If heaven and hell aint places we're taken magically, But what we make of Earth, be it peace or tragedy! 'Cause if this aint man made then dear-lord, What did you leave us here, alone on a sphere-for?! If your love for us would leave us in sheer-awe, Why make us so we're-flawed? Why help engineer-wars?!...Hyperaptive - Reverie Road (Official Music Video)Hyperaptive2012-09-20 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Fuck sweet dreams, I'm having street dreams, on the side-of-the-curb, Tryna figure out how the fuck I-would-converge, The emotions I'm feeling right now combined-in-a-word, But fuck that, I'll leave it to the lines-in-a-verse, Since a younger man I fell-in-love, With this rap game, addictive with a compelling-buzz, This shit gets me high quicker than any selling-drugs, Even with the sweet boys and the fake felon-thugs, But now I'm at the point of no-return, No other choice now but to make dough-and-earn, I'm advancing every year as I grow-and-learn, Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going-firm, Seeing guys who aint on a level-to-compete, Yet to my monthly views, they get treble-in-a-week! And that aint even jealousy I'll dead-'em-on-a-beat, But I need to move fast, engine revving-as-I-speak, Cause, too many days I've had pennies-in-a-bunch, Tryna count up enough to fill my belly-with-some-lunch ! And if there aint enough, then the deli's-getting-munched ! Seeing rich boys, wishing I was any-of-the-cunts, Coming home, Mum's stressed from the lack-of-funds, Everywhere I look in London it's a sack-of-bums! Pricks chatting about shanks and packing-guns, Blaming all their self-made problems off the back-of-slums ! Feeling like this world's all-a-mess, Every corner that I turn is a ball-of-stress, Reminiscing on wrong turns and small-regrets, Wondering if this life is really all-a-test, So I put the road under-my-feet, Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street, Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve, And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet.......
Chorus:
So let this, Road, take me wherever-she-goes, While I look to the future or memories-old, When I need any stress temporarily-froze, That's when I come down Reverie Rd,
A place where serenity-flows, Where none of life's problems or enemies-go, Where no, doors of thought can ever-be-closed, Welcome to Reverie Rd.
Verse 2:
A life full of uncertainty, A world of chaos that we try and run-perfectly, I'm just as lost as each of us universally, Stuck with the way this Earth, unmercifully, Brings adversity, Dad died when I was only-a-fetus, Left my Mum broke on her lonely-to-feed-us, With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only-of-seen-us! Dodging different bailiffs every week hoping-to-meet-us! Always broke as fuck, living lower class-in-the-strife, No family to turn to and ask-for-advice, It's been pretty dark for the first half-of-my-life, If karma exists, the next should be sparkling-bright, But fame and riches aint what I'm thirsty-for, I just wanna be stable by the time I'm 34, Not still tryna buss rhymes, living dirty-poor, Struggling to survive in an estate on them murky-floors, But can I make-it-on-this-path? Every song I've made has been illustrated-from-the-heart, But Rap now, just aint appreciated-for-the-art, And you aint considered shit if you don't make-it-to-the-charts! Regardless though I can't adjourn-rap, I'm too far down this road now to turn-back, This is my life and that's a firm-fact, I'll be doing this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns-ash, This aint like any road-I-can-find, When I'm here I'm free from the world to open-my-mind, Speak from the heart, I'm already broken-if-I'm, Supposed-to-decline, Something this close-to-divine!
(Repeat from 1st Verse) So I put the road under-my-feet, Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street, Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve, And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet.....Hyperaptive - Lost Cause [Official Video] | UK Underground RapperHyperaptive2012-09-06 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
This is the official video to 'Lost Cuase', written & produced by Hyperaptive. taken from the album 'SykoTherapy' 2012.
Lyrics:
Let me take you through the life of a boy living-his-teens, On an estate in london, ridden-with-fiends, The type of people with not a smidgen-of-dreams, Who were either criminals or just risen-as-thieves, In a way, Daniel was lost-from-the-start, In his ends the crime rate was off-of-the-chart, Mum was an alcoholic, Dad's a tosser-and-half, His fucking family were drug addicts or locked-behind-bars, But all the same, Danny had a talent from a young-age, He loved writing, could spend hours with one-page, When told it would take him nowhere he was unfazed, Convinced he'd be a real artist at some-stage, But for every dream he had the bubbles-were-burst, As he grew into his teens the struggles-were-worse, Started dealing like his brothers and troubles-emerged, Selling coke instead of weed for double-the-worth, And all he saw as important was building-his-rep, Making money getting drugs, gold, silver-and-skets, Helping his mum where he could with the bills-and-electric, 'Til his passion for writing and dreams were killed-in-effect, He was slacking at school, and hadn't written-in-months, The only time that he rapped now was spitting-with-chumps, Talking about knives and crime as they'd sit-in-a-bunch, He'd act like them to blend in but was sick-of-the-cunts, Deep down, this wasn't how he'd pictured-his-life, He'd always wanted to write, and be addicted-to-mics, But now every day he lived seemed insipid-and-like, A bad dream he couldn't wake from thick-in-the-night.....
Verse 2:
By 16, he felt like he was loosing-the-plot, He'd let himself down the same road as youths-in-his-block, And he knew now that most in his shoes-had-been-shot, Locked up, or left in the block using-the-rocks, He was sitting down with a letter stuck-in-his-hands, Telling how he'd been expelled for a couple-of-grams, Of cocaine found in his school locker-and-Dan, Was now thinking stuff his exams, and fuck-all-his-plans, Yeah getting his qualifications would-of-been-great, But he felt like he was trapped and he couldn't-escape, Could of changed when he was younger but he shouldn't-of-waited, Now he couldn't see one thing good-in-his-fate, Every day he was getting by on five and tenner-bits, While his mum was trying to survive-on-benefits, Not bothered to move from where her wine-and-stella-sits, Most days now, he'd just get high-and-reminisce, Back on the days when he could of made-a-change, When he was free to choose from a major-range, Of prospects to get a job, and be paid-a-wage, Or build up his skills and have his tracks played-on-stage....
Verse 3:
Then one night, Daniel was shotting-a-draw, He'd not even got too far from shutting-his-door, When 3 boys nearby watched him stopping-and-saw, The drugs he was holding and started bopping-towards, Straight away he knew they were up for having-a-fight, 2 were shouting "What you got" and one was grabbing-a-knife, He tried fighting them back, he wasn't having-a-slice, Of it but that didn't stop the biggest from stabbing-him-twice, As he fell, he wished he could of paused-to-retreat, Wished he could of changed everything he saw-through-the-sweeping, Images of his life flashing before-him-at-speed, 'Cause he was now just another lost cause-to-the-street, He wished he had of changed his ways-and-practiced, On his talents, now he'd spend every day-on-his-raps, Could of had fans out there playing-his-tracks, But he was bleeding to death on the street laying-collapsed....
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Animated by Animatzione: http://www.Animatzione.in/
Lyrics:
Chorus:
Are you dumb ? Can you see that you're strung ? Like puppets inside a stage,
Everyone, Just like mice when they run, Living inside a maze,
Chasing crums, Every word off your tounge, Is coming straight off a page,
By the ones, Who control how to run, This civilization made.....
Verse 1:
Seems out of society, 80% of us are just thick-as-shit, And I don't mean in terms of academics or arithmetics, I'm talking about the venomous illness spreading like syphilis, Which causes mass blindness and ignorance to the system-which, You're living-in, The main engine which has driven-'em, To be what they wanna be, Do what they wanna do, Governing decisions-in, Every move you made, while you stayed in oblivion, Living unaware to the subliminal imprisoning, It's like you're walking with invisible-chains, With only what you're told to see within a visible-range, They think they're living in original-ways, When their life was programmed at every individual-stage, As well as thinking they have freedom-of-speech, When someone sits above them with the script, feeding-them-sheets ! And even if the line of reading-is-breached, Any one of them speaks, and their messages are speedily-ceased, Shh, but don't be thinking beyond the monotony, That's coming out your box sets, you're having a lobotomy, It's what's required for this system to run properly, Keep them all asleep in a mockery of democracy, Just like puppets-on-a-string, Orchestrating every move and what-they're-gonna-sing, Force feeding your minds and stuffing-to-the-brim, Looking around this town I just think, man........
(CHORUS)
Verse 2:
Just like mice-in-a-maze, Following the smell of cheese, to get by-for-the-days, Thinking they're free living life-in-a-cage, Trained to serve a role, which each mouse rightfully-plays, So where you raised, at the bottom or top of the food-chain ? You might not see it but you're living in a huge-game, Designed so the majority work while only few-gain, The rules already fixed to fit their true-aims, It's like we're infected with an allergy-to-intellect, Years of media run fallacies-begin-to-set, Inside our minds, while your salary-will-intercept, Any logic you had, trying to manage on the brink-of-debt, Then take a look at most the youth-today, Too preoccupied with new films, computer-games, Drink, clubs, clothes, an acute-array, Of distractions specifically made for keeping you-at-bay, It's like someone sits above them puppeteering, From the way they walk, to their clothes, to their fucking-earrings, Filled with the mainstream shit we have to suffer-hearing, Each one a carbon copy of every other sucker-near-them, But maybe you are actually-dumb, Naturally-plums, Who don't care how the factory's-run, But even if this system is a satisfactory-one, The dumbing down of the world has begun....
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FreeVerse Friday #10. This week I'm rhyming as many multi syllables together as humanly possible. The highest syllable count in this video is 15 !!
Lyrics:
I breathe-for-this-rap-shit, If I didn't I'd be going Syko that's the reason-I-practice, Talking like you're a flame thrower, fam, you're not even-a-matchstick, The weight of my words, are why Earth, leans-on-it's-axis! You don't see skill? Please-fix-the-range-of-your-specs! My album's advisory sticker should be-switched-to-danger-of-death! One track and your ears'll bleed-drips-of-brain-on-your-neck!! Blow your mind, like taking E's-with-cocaine-during-sex! Real emcee-going-hard-flowing-superb, When it comes to deep-open-heart-poems,-true-words, I go best-mode-and-start-growing-blue-fur!! Got this, rhyming-mastery-figured-I'm-crazed-like-some-twisted-patients, Climbing-past-all-these-wiggers-and-raising-the-list-of-patrons, It's time-we-start-to-deliver-the-age-of-sophistication, Finally-after-a-vigorous-stage-full-of-bitches,-fakes-and, You're gonna-take-a-labotomy-call-me-a-rap-scientist, You wanna-take-a-shot-at-me?-Cool-infact-I-insist! For fun-I-break-a-lot-of-beats,-all-these-kats-try-and-miss, So run-and-play-monopoly-you'll-fall-back-trying-this, Game, new-rules-and-tactics-apply-to-remain, You-fools-who-act-sick-are-writers-in-vien, Too-false-you-chat-shit-then-try-to-sustain, Your name, and vitally-claim, To be clever-guys-your-lines-and-words-seem-minisucle, Ever-tried-out-rhyming-thirteen-syllables? Tethered-line-for-line-absurdly-clinical? Never-mind,-your-kind-aint-worth-being-ridiculed! Original-pivotal-miracle-talker, Far from a typical-cyclical-pitiful-fraudster, I'm an unkillable-pinnacle-lyrical-author, And I just killed a formidable-syllable-slaughter !
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This is the Official music Video to 'SYKO'. Taken from the 2011 album 'SykoTherapy'. Written & Produced by Hyperaptive a.k.a Syko.
Video filmed by www.RecEditors.com , Editing & Effects by Hyperaptive / Jason Hawkins.
Typography and all other effects where created using Adobe After Effects CS4.
Lyrics:
Your tracks are like four-in-the-morning, It's boring-I'm-snoring, You heard me, I'm already-soaring, Without no talk of waring-or-storing, Bags of coke in my draw-'cause-I'm-poor-and, That I will "Bus tru your door-and-be-pouring, You and your boys blood all over the flooring", Fuck that, I'm raw-and-exploring, New avenues, audibly-drawing, Works of art boy I'm forming-a-pure-and, Incredible sound while more-are-applauding, ha, Talking like a G when I've got your chick here orally-warming! So keep the 'hood talk' antics-minimal, Aint many rappers who can-rip-syllables, Like me, man I'm like a frantic-criminal, Murdering every one of you rancid-miniscule, Emcees, you aint on my wave-length, Save-strength, Couldn't give a shit if you're making g's or you make-pence, When I spit these bars I'm insane-hence, The reason everybody calls me 'Syko', Whether on a rap, or whether on a Grime-flow, Man I spit major, you man are microbes, Got this game more twisted than a cyclone, This is my 'SykoTherapy', Fuck all the gun talk, I wrote-cleverly, Like Akala in 'Find-No-Enemy', Cause nowadays sense is what I-don't-ever-see, Too many man-wanna-chat, About the gangs-and-the-straps, Never had their hands-on-a-gat, Yet they wanna talk gangster-in-tracks, Please-bitch, Already proved that you don't have to spit-this-G-shit, Brought real talk since day dot, and fans feel me more than a chick-with-3-clits, You don't want piece-of-this, For me bringing hits is a piece-of-piss, All I hear from your tunes are some decent-kicks, You're dry, get munched like Wheetabix, Could already call me a veteran, Bombs are what you'd better-bring , If you wanna be meddling, It's evident, I'm severing, Every one of the residents, Of this Rap Game and I'm setting the precedent, You're better off settling, Every week this sickness is developing, Couldn't picture the terror-in-my-cerebrum, Dosed up on Cocaine, Ketamine-and-Heroin, Drop a 'P' from rapping, that's what I do-when-I-spit, Force fuck the haters chatting, smashing the booth-into-bits, Spray bars like an uzi cappin, Have your brain oozing-in-drips, Mind blown from the shit I'm stashing, like Snoop Dogg twosing-a-spliff, I'm 1 double 0 percent worth-the-while, I make the beats, write, and I'm versatile, Give me any genre, I'll murk-a-style, That's why when people hate, I just smirk-or-smile, Rappers talk all greezy-and-lethal, Truth is none of you feebles-are-equal, I'll easily-cease-you, Too many years has this game been in need-of-upheaval, When I spit man I cause-calamity, Won't be brought down, fuck the force-of-of-gravity, Every track's an onslaught-of-savagery, Bring your best verse, I'll dwarf-it-casually, Name's Hype and I came-for-the-title, On point like I'm aiming-a-rifle, You don't want me named-as-a-rival, Bring the apocalypse claimed-in-the-bible, Blood, sweat and tears I've split-for-my-work SykoRecordz, built-from-the-dirt, Nuts with the bars I've been ill-from-the-first, Few words out my mouth and I'm still-gonna-murc, Til' I'm at a legendary-status, Til then, I won't ever-be-hasteless, You can hate, or be evasive, But in the end you'll never do what S-Y-K-did.........
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Freeverse Friday #9 , the subject for this one is simply things that piss me off. Which happens to be almost everything right now.
Instrumental: Mobb Deep Survival of the Fittest.
Lyrics:
If I had to list the shit that just rubs me the wrong-way, Well that's a long list , so this could be a long-day ! My mind's a volcano about to blow a strong-spray, Of lava on the world and leave it burnt like Pompeii, But first off-on-the-list, Would be the whirlwind of monotonous-pricks, Getting signed up, thinking they're hot-in-their-whips, When they're as talented as a piece of rhinoceros-shit, Those and the ones flopping-their-lips, About how they're on the block, and they're poppin'-them-clips, You're not a blood, and you're not-in-the-crips, Don't give a fuck where you're from you'll get shot-in-your-ribs, This industry needs a sarcophagus-quick, I truly hope Rick Ross trips, and his esophagus-rips, It's just as well I aint famous or up-in-the-Brits, What with the murderous thoughts I have as often-as-this, Sick of living lower-class, Where we're all on benefits, shottin or we're growing-grass, Crazy mentalities growing-fast, So many stabbings now, even the news reports aint so-aghast, Pissed off with this block-mentality, Everyone in the role of being lost-in-tragedy, From a kid, this attitude's adopted-gradually, Til you just repeat the cycle of concocted-fallacies, Sick of rappers claiming that they represent-the-slums, When there aint a track they ever made that don't mention-guns, Either that or they parade how they spent-their-funds, Posing with chicks in a whip they only rented-once! Sick of being broke-as-hell, In a city where nearly everyone else is broke-as-well! Every track I ever made I devote-myself, But with this game full of fakes how am I supposed-to-sell?! Wondering if I'll make a living off Hip-Hop, 'Cause right now, I'm living off the chicken and chip-shop, Pissed off with being pissed-off! Pissed off there aint a fucking point where this list-stops ! Sick of all these phony-friends, Acting close, but only wanna know-me-when, It's useful, might as well of not known-me-ten, Days ago, But if I blow I bet I'll be your homie-then ! Sick of not getting respect-I-deserve, Not even a third, see the skill etched-in-my-words, Aint really sure if I'm blessed-or-I'm-cursed, To be addicted to these rhymes and perfecting-this-verse, Pissed of with being human, Stuck on a rock with infinite mysteries looming, We should be moving forward and improving, Instead we're all clones, too busy with consuming, Everybody just spewing the same platitudes, God forbid someone greets me with an attitude, 'Cause with the way I'm feeling now, you'll be battered-bruised, Blown apart and left on the ground as a pair of scattered-shoes, Sick of Earth man I'm leaving, Pissed off with every thought I'm conceiving, Why stay? Can't even think of a reason, Matter of fact I'm sick of breathing.Hyperaptive - Famous ft. Alex Lewis (Music Video)Hyperaptive2012-03-16 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Video produced and directed by http://www.RecEditors.com & Jason Hawkins. Edited by Jason Hawkins..
Lyrics:
Verse 1 :
Why would I be struggling-artist ? When I could talk shit, and be juggling-arses, Every day of the week, I'll be smothered-in-large-tits, Chicks in the club with me guzzling-glasses, Of Bacardi, Fuck life, every day's a party ! Well at least for me, dunno 'bout half-these, In club tryna be fake G's and barbies, But do I really care about them?! Pssh , Hardly ! 'Long as I'm getting paid-by-the-kart, Full and everyone sees my name-in-the-charts, Enough hundred bills to wipe stains-on-my-arse, And a mansion to see how many planes-I-can-park, In my garden, Then I'm cool with spitting jargon, That don't mean shit, and never pushes the margin, And to the haters i beg your pardon, But I was born for stardom !
Chorus (Alex Lewis):
I wanna be, Be famous, I want everyone to know what my name-is, I wanna see, My name in the A-List, If I aint rich then making music is aimless.
Verse 2 :
Why would I wanna make touching-music ? As long as the shit's catchy and sluts-can-use-it, To get down low, thrust-their-boobs-with, Sniff a line of a coke and fucking loose-it! So let's get commercialized, Sell a million tracks and some merchandise, Fuck sense ! Man just spurt-some-lies, And fuck a video, let this chick work-her-thighs, I, wanna be put on some sort-of-a-pedestal, Just for bringing tracks that are warped-and-forgettable, Fuck six different whores-like-a-general, Wake up with funny little warts-on-my-genitals ! Living the rap star life-like-a-G, Staying bad with the lyrics but nice-with-the-P's, Fuck being the best rapper this side-of-the-sea, Man a superstar is all .... ( I-wanna-be)
(CHORUS)
Bridge:
So baby get low, Everyone knows, I got them hoes! Money and clothes! So, worship my toes! While I bust a pose, Forget bars and flows, Na, man i just want dough !
Verse 3 :
It's like, why be creative ? Sex-sells ! Any video with tits in it excels ! And even if you are an artist who gets-shelved, The industry's already looking for the next-12 ! Fuck what songs you-can-give ! They just wanna sign up what's lucrative, Making millions appealing to stupid-kids, But just think of the lifestyle you-could-live ! Pick a car for every day-just, Throwing away them P's like you're living in Vegas! Selling to people in moneyless places, While you puff a cigar with your hollywood neighbors, Chicks throwing their bras and their knickers on stages, Just shameless, Wanting to test your dick for the flavors, Ready to fuck 'cause they've seen you in papers, Lewy just tell em what the aim-is....
(CHORUS)
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Welcome to the 7th episode of FreeVerse Friday. 'Be My Valentine'. I havn't put the title's of FreeVerse Friday with this video as it is the sequel to a song, which I wanna keep a little separate from the Freeverse's.
Hi, my name is Jimmy, And for what some might not seem like many, Years but to me feels too long for telling, I've been alone since I lost my last love Jenny. And right now, there couldn't be a sadder-time, I'm in love again, her name is Caroline. I messaged her and asked if she'd be my Valentine, But I think her sights are set on that boy Allan-Fiennes, It's almost been a year-today, I added you on Facebook but to my sheer-dismay, You didn't want to talk at first, and you steered-away, But you where in my heart already. Now you're here-to-stay. And when our conversations played-a-little, You said that I was cute, and I made-you-giggle, When I said your new pics where so hot they gave-a-sizzle, From then I thought our friendship was made-official, So nearly every night-I'd-stay, Awake to see if maybe you would come online-to-say, "What you been up to? You do anything nice-today?", And every status that you wrote I always liked-away, Same with all the photos that you posted-too, I saved them on my phone so I could be close-to-you, Sometimes, I stood by your house to get a closer-view, Now I don't know what I'm supposed-to-do, See we started talking oftenly, But since I sent you that message you've been off-with-me, You never replied, not yes, not even possibly, I know that boy Allan's what it's got-to-be, He's always writing on your wall and I simply-hate-it, If there's a medal for biggest suck up I think-he-aces! Always inviting you to drinking-places, Calling you 'Gawjus' with those hearts and winky-faces, My love is growing at a fast-rate, And to loose you now would be something I can't-take, I've already had enough heartache, That's why I'm gonna make things right, for our-sake, He's just a bug that needs a bit of pesticide, She'll be mine once this Allan boy steps-aside! I found his address on that map the net-provides, So by tonight, this Allan problem will be rectified.
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Instrumental by RizzlaBeats http://www.YouTube.com/AngryRizz
FreeVerse Friday #5 , this weeks topic is about the so called 2012 'End of the World' Theory, and what my plans for the year are if the world really is headed for an apocalypse.
Lyrics:
Before the world, is hurled, into a sudden-blitz, I"ll kidnap six, knocked up chicks, And squeeze a dozen-tits, Fill a glass with that milk only a mother-drips, And guzzle it down 'til I've got baby milk smothered-lips, Inject steroids in my dick 'til I'm panicking, Then fuck a chick with more force than Anakin, 'Cause by that point, my semen'll be nice-and-large, Climbing out her stomach like the fucking orcs of Isengard ! Fuck 9-months, I'll have 9-runts, Bussin' out of 9-lumps, In her chest by-lunch ! Then take each of my mutant kids to buy-brunch, Why not ?! Everything is something you should try-once ! Take a trip to a country with the palm-trees, And tear off all of their darn-leaves, 'Til they can't-breathe, Blast death metal tunes in the calm-breeze, And build estates 'til the streets are filled with armed-theievs, Then for the rest of the population who arn't-fiends, Stick em with a needle of Heroin 'til their arms-bleed, Fart in my hands, go to someone who palm-reads, Slap em across the face and ask what the tard-sees, 'Cause if my destiny's-to-drown, In tidal waves this year, you'd best-believe-I'm-down, For the sickest shit, dosed on Ecstasy-and-Brown, Orgies all around, catching all the S-T-D's-in-town, Make a doctor give me a pussy and bigger-breasts, Kidnap Emma Watson and film up having scissor-sex ! It'll be just as magical as Wizards-Chess ! Sell it on the net, as Hermione does triple-X ! Buss into NASA, see their plans for stopping-this, And rip the shit to shreds to say I caused the Apocalypse, Hold em at gun point, ask em where the rockets-is, And fly one into every country's presidential offices, This world aint much more-than-a-joke, In my eyes, I'm just another unfortunate-bloke, Caught-in-the-spokes, Of this wheel of life, forcibly-coaxed, To live on Earth, I'd just laugh as the waters-approach ! Beats headphones on, banging some killer-shit, Surfboard ready to catch the wave for the thrill-of-it, And if Hell exists, I'll be still-as-sick, Chatting with the Devil and Hitler as I bill-a-spliff !
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FreeVerse Friday #4 , this weeks topic happens to be something that happened to me very recently.......
Lyrics:
So last week, these aliens walked up-to-me, Said "You're coming with us", and abducted-me, A ship flew over my head, with a suction-beam, And pulled me off of my feet reluctantly, Next thing I knew the ground had disappeared, I was on a table, two of em where sitting-near, One walked over, leaned down and said "Listen-here, We come from a different time, and a whole different-year, A different world and a whole other galaxy, From your species very inception we've been dabbling, We've witnessed the greed, incompetence and savagery, You're some of the strangest beings we've come across in our traveling", All the while man I was in-a-daze, By the very thought of aliens I've always been-amazed , But I couldn't think straight, I was lost in-his-gaze, His giant eyes filled with what looked like inner-space, "What do you want from me ?" I questioned-him, He reached out his hand, said "No need for questioning", Your species is in grave need of rescuing, This our attempt at saviour so let's-begin, He leaned forward, pressed his hands to-my-face-and, At first, I thought I was having hallucinations, The room twisted, light was running through-the-place-and, Next thing I knew, I was in a completely new-location, I heard his voice say "This is the year 2030", I was in a city, the skies above where very-murky, It looked like the world had been through an apocalypse, Buildings had smoke rising, crumbling and dropping-bits, He spoke again, "The future you see will-ensue, The greed and ignorance of your kind is spilling-through, Most of what you've been taught to believe isn't-true, But with our help, a better future is still-in-view, The system you're living in is broken, And the masses need to be awoken, The powers of your leaders need to be revoked-and, The time has come for a real change to be put in motion, Suddenly the scene went black and I was in my bed, Opening my eyes, his voice still ringing in my head, All I could hear was the very last thing he said, "Return to Earth and see that the message is spread"......
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Video Produced & Directed by RecEditors & Jason Hawkins. Filmed by RecEditors, Jonathan Evans, and Jason Hawkins.
http://www.RecEditors.com
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Right now there's a kid-sitting, In his room dreaming big-wishing, He could be what he sees every day in his-visions, He's been training his skills every day with discipline, Ready for the journey ahead, as he goes on his-mission, A fire's burning inside of him and it shines-bright, Whether through talent in science or 'cause he rhymes-tight, Nobody's gonna tell him he can't take his skills to high-heights, And if they do, they'll just regret it in hindsight, 'Cause no matter what, this kid is destined-to-shine, Against all odds, every obstacle's a test-of-your-mind, If you don't nurture and build whatever's resting-inside, You loose the chance to be potentially the best-of-your-kind, But next to 9, Out of 10 won't bring light-to-their-dreams, Whether due to lack of self belief, or 'cause life-intervenes, But no matter where you are, how unlikely-it-seems, No matter how low you feel the highest heights-can-be-seen, If you believe......
Chorus :
If I Believe, I can achieve, Anything that I dream,
Never follow I lead, And I won't recede, Until the day i succeed.
Verse 2:
I aint talking magazines, fame, being rich, I'm talking about fulfilling that life long itch, Whether it's your dream to be the best person writing scripts, Or be the greatest player to ever set foot on a pitch, You can be what you want, in this world man it's up-to-you, Next to nothing is impossible this-much-is-true, Don't be thinking that you won't achieve and just-assume, With thinking like that, Armstrong's boots would never of touched-the-moon, And it's true, never is something you should never-say, Without belief in yourself in your head is where your dream'll forever-stay, Yeah it's easy to be distracted and led-astray, But know you are what you choose, not what anyone designates, Nobody else can be discerning-your-aim, Most don't wanna see you earn-a-name, Yearning-for-fame, Full of jealousy, this road is a journey-of-pain, But fuck what they say, keep that inner burning-aflame, And you will reign........
Verse 3:
Take it back 5 years, And we've got a kid-from-the-gutter, Tryna make his name spitting in the midst-of-this-clutter, We call the rap game, Never slips-never-stutters, Every time he rips a beat he's got the kids-in-a-ruckus, And he's been training hard, he's close-to-obsessed, Living broke in this city but he copes-with-the-stress, When he writes lines, he don't just hope-for-the-best, Every note he plays, every line he wrote-with-finesse, And he doesn't even have a clue why, but he never quit-once, Every lyric he wrote could have been a ripped-bunch, With every time he'd doubt himself or just sit-stumped, But every track got made even if it took him six-months, Each rhyme with skill glistening-through-'em, Despite any hate he insists-on-persuing, Now nearly all his dreams, all his visions-came-true-and, You know why ? 'Cause you're listening-to-him.......
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FreeVerse Friday #3 , this weeks topic is the 'Illuminati', and my opinions on them.....
Lyrics:
A group of people so secret, that everybody knows-their-name ! A secret society that literally holds-the-reigns, On the whole world, or so goes-the-claim, Manipulating the media and those who rose-to-fame, Controlling your minds through the television, From the way you live your lives, to views on terrorism, The reason intellect in mainstream is never-given, And no one in power hoping for real change has ever-risen, The king of all conspiracies, That ultimately leads to world government tyranny, The kind of evil depicted in movie villainy, Control of Earth, exterminating the public eerily, But I don't know if this shit really-exists, For all I know half of the theories out there merely-are-myths, All I know is something is severely-amiss, In this society which don't change, it clearly-persists, It's like people are being dumbed down systematically, Taught to have their views on the world replaced with apathy, To idolize the rich while the poor increase dramatically, But was this all programmed ? Or did it happen sporadically ? Hiding in plain sight is the method-used, Music videos and films peppered with separate-clues, Are these all coincidence ? Yeah i guess-a-few, But after a hundred that theory becomes less-enthused, Subliminally is how they say their power's-locked, Inside our minds, Symbols played through every hour-slot, Films littered with nine and eleven houred-clocks, Fold American notes, and watch the towers-drop, Sends shivers-down-your-spine, Makes you start wondering if this-is-in-your-mind, Or if it's for real, but with conspiracists-combined, It gets down to the point where you've got Lizards-intertwined, Til you simply don't know what to make-of-it, Which if they exist, is just how they'd create-the-shit, Keeping it confusing and complicated-with, Our best tool of info also being the one to break-it-with, Maybe they don't exist, maybe they do, Maybe I'm part of them and this reverse psychology on you ! but if they do exist they've got this covered through and through, And it may be too late by the time we see it's true......
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FreeVerse Friday #2 , this weeks topic is the 'Occupy Wall Street' movement that's been going on and spreading worldwide recently, and my opinions on it.
Lyrics:
It's a matter of the, poor stay poor, the rich get richer, Universally that's the overall jist of the picture, Keeping you blind with the media's potent and deadly elixir, But we've been fucked since the founding political scriptures, Founded on power, that's literally paper-thin Money has no worth ! That's just what you're made-to-think, This is all just a massive game that they place-us-in Where it's either starve to death or play-to-win, Only problem is the game is already fixed, To ostracize the poor, and favor-the-rich, Debt and taxes keep you down, while they able-the-pricks, In wealth to gain wealth, while we struggle in pain-to-exist, All the while still saying god save-the-queen, When it's businesses not royalty or government who reign-supreme, When it comes to money for welfare they aint-as-keen, To provide 'cause keeping banks supplied is the main-regime , A system lost in corporate-greed, Where the government don't see to the proportionate-needs, A system lost in self-consumption, Where the lower class serve so the wealth-can-function, A system built on inherent inequality, As long as there are classes there will always be poverty, A system where they depend on the fact that we're all-sheep, This shit goes deeper than what you have seen on Wall-street, And they claim this is democracy, When the media control what you are to and not-to-see, Every week, it just sounds more like hypocrisy, Stand up on the streets, and they try and force you not-to-speak, They don't wanna see you boisterous, Trying to make a point, they would rather see you voiceless Fuck what gems you have, keep your mouth shut, like oysters, Either that or stay programmed to think it's pointless, Stay programmed to see a poor man as rejectable, And to see the same man in riches as respectable, Cause it aint about having qualities of humanity, It's all about your bank, and validness of your vanity, See the problem with occupations, Is people who are there want a completely different nation, One that wasn't screwed from its very foundations, But what that would require is the governments resignation, So to the occupiers I salute, What you're doing DOES make a change, that's the truth, But if we wanna stand a chance of real change, we need a group, Of the mass public to tear down the fucking roof.......
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Welcome to Freeverse Friday, this is episode 1. I'll be making more of these as often as possible rapping about whichever topics/subjects you guys comment below from now on.
Beat produced by Anno Domini : http://www.YouTube.com/Ad84
Lyrics:
Sickest rapper you'll find on a 25 K-mile-radius, Underground lord, living the same-style-Hades-is, Sick enough to verbally break-guys-tracheas, And use their chicks moans to musically play-9-labias, Doctors could never calculate-my-craziness, Every country I could make a fake-rhyme-alias, And rise to the top of who they rate,-I'm-flaming-this, And to me this is still just some play-time-baby-tricks, I'm about rip this fuckin rap scene-to-shreds, Pick up the pieces and stitch back all the seams-with-thread, I'm fiending for beats like a drug addict fiends-for-meds, If I aint writing bars or music then it means-I'm-dead, I live in a world where fake American dreams-are-spread, Like a disease, That never fucking leaves-your-head, But it's time to watch as a new wave of emcees-are-bred, And spill the blood of every fake rapper 'til the seas-are-red, I'll build a fan base as big as the army Caeser-led, Until the industry gets on their fucking knees-and-begs, Lyrically I'm too much of a threat for you to even-dread, A samurai, I'll slice you to bits before you've even-bled, Under heat, I just rise like a piece-of-bread, Been doing this since you had plane spoons being-fed, Putting in work every night while you sleep-in-bed, So leave me while I play football with Justin Biebers-head, Living in this place-we-call-London, Another bar to the inescapable-dungeon, Of society, they don't want the laborers-wondering, That's why they make sure the money vapors-are-pungent, Feeling like I've got an Alien-mind, confined, Inside, A humans cranium-size, Really I should be on stadiums-live, But I don't think the mainstream would be hailing-my-vibes, So for now I'll stay a lord-of-the-underworld, Down in the depths with the hordes-as-the-thunder-swirls, Waking up each of these pawns-from-their-slumber -spells, Until the underground rises overruns-the-world........
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Filmed by Yeison Piedrahita & Alex Javier @ www.RecEditors.com , Special FX & Editing by Jason Hawkins
Lyrics:
Lately I'm feeling barely-human, Don't even wanna belong here trapped in their-delusion, Delusions of grandeur on a rock that's barely-moving, Maybe I'm really half alien and there's-a-fusion, Mum told me she was pregnant with me when my dad died, Maybe she was abducted and don't remember or she lied, An experimental extra terrestrial divide, Between species in which they planted an embryo inside, To create this mind, Spraying bars outward-manically, My lyrics are outer-planitary, My whole life I've been feeling out-of-sanity, From a kid I started to doubt-reality, Looked around and wished I could only live in a world without-banality, And the majority won't understand my speech, 'Cause I speak, A language that's been made alien to us each, We're designed not to breach, Certain intellectual peaks, So we stay beneath, The world knowledge of the elite, That's why they stand-amazed, While bringing these bars is just another one of my standard-days, The world aint ready to hear my intellectually candid-ways, So I join my hands-and-pray, For the day, that my true family will land-from-space, Everywhere I just see organisms, Living in morbid-prisons, Of the mind, sharing assorted-visions, While the majority still believe that your-decisions, Are your own, blind to the fact they're just following orders-given, How to dress, walk-and-eat, This world consists of few humans, herding a mass of talking-sheep, Making sure your thoughts-are-brief, From when you where taught-to-speak, You've where spoon fed the rules and forced-to-sleep, Living in a world based-upon-theories, Evasive-to-queries, Just as well my spaceship-is-nearly, In Earths orbit, cause right now my patience-is-weary, Who knows what I might do if they don't make haste-in-appearing, Too many nights now I've been waking in cold-sweat, Flustered and frustrated cause I still aint home-yet, Stuck on this ball of dirt, with these colossal-fools, Thinking they're living advanced, when they still rely on fossil-fuels, Our insignificance is plain-to-see, Yet superior to an inhumane-degree, Is what we claim to be, Only in artistic and technological ways-are-we, Even separate from beats, how we think different is strange-to-me, Like an overgrown swarm of ants-in-a-nest, We're no more to this Earth than a fucking cancerous-pest, A gargantuan-mess, Ask am I misanthropic?-Yes ! Just give me giant human insecticide cans-I-can-press ! We're inherently a primitive-breed, Complete with superstition, war and sinister-greed, Too preoccupied with what occurs in-this-perceived, Reality we've conjured to see, to the pivotal-needs, Of evolution, I doubt we'll even make it to type-1, Civilization, probably end up under 5-tons, Of nuclear bombs, which only few will survive-from, Ready to repeat the cycle of ancient times-gone, Meanwhile I'll be home-and-at-peace The memories of this world wholly-deceased, But maybe I'll return one day, solely-to-see, Earths population once again slowly-increase........
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This is a track I've made in the last 2 days, conveying my views on the recent riots of London and other areas of the UK.
Tis is not an album track, I may use it for a mixtape but this is literally just a spur of the moment track.
Lyrics:
Right now, I'm feeling like this city's gone-to-the-dogs, Watching the ominous-fogs, Rising from-molotovs, Buses set alight, houses bombed-by-the-mobs, And these prats wanna blame the riots in London-on-jobs ? Please, I've known a number of guys-who-are-broke, Myself included, who aint fillin the skies-full-of-smoke, It's just a bunch of excuses, and lies-to-provoke, This shit further, go sniff some more lines-of-your-coke, But It's deeper than this shit, course the rioting-aint-helping, But they're just the product of a society-that's-melting, Inevitably when you're trying-to-mix-wealth-in, With poverty, thats why I try defiantly-to-tell-them, Can't change where you're from, how you're raised Can't change how much your mother gets paid, Can't change the mentality that's drilled in your brains, But over time if you try, you can change the darkness of your days, You wern't born criminally-obsessed, Just stuck in this mess, Subliminally-repressed, By your thoughts, wise words you cynically-reject, Surrounded by fake gangstas and silly-little-skets, What? think cause I aint a prick myself I don't-know, How fucked this mentality is, how the roads-go ? Seen enough of my mates go down these cold-roads, Rather not buy their own baby clothes for a coke-dose, Kids feeling that having hope-is-a-fallacy, Brainwashed and loosing scope-from-reality, Now they're on the streets to provoke-total-anarchy, These ends have even had me feeling close-to-insanity, So can I really judge them that-harsh ? Yeah I can. The little fucking rats-asked, For it when they left innocent peoples flats-charred, Just like they did when they stabbed teens just to act-hard ! I aint talking to the pikeys-in-JD's, Smashing up shops for some Nikes-or-maybe, An i-Phone, This mentality cyclone, Spreading like a disease is the reason for my-tone, Yeah there's problems with the global-economy, And too many reside in what's supposedly-poverty, But you live off benefits, posing-all-solemnly, As if the situation is closed-and-not-voulantary, Acting like you're fighting for a real-cause, There's people in countries whose houses aint got real-doors! Rioting because they aint had meals-four, Days in a row, And you still talk like you're in real-wars ??! haha, I'm the first-to-admit, This system's fucked, but you man are just stirring-the-shit, Don't care, You're too busy burning-away, Not thinking that consequential burdens-await, Think you where hard done by police? You just gave them more powers to scrape the street with your teeth ! But you probably aint even hearing my speech, So fuck it. I'm done, do what you want. Peace.
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Edited by Jason Hawkins. Filmed by RecEditors. Extra filming by Georgia Dee Coleman, Duwayne Oram & Jason Hawkins. http://www.RecEditors.com
Ever since a littlen, Never could stop the twitching, always scribbling and fiddling, In class was always the one who nobody wanted to sit-with-and, By the age of 8, they said that's it we're giving him Ritilan, As if that shit would stop the thundering-drums, Inside my head, pounding away, them pills went under-my-tounge, Straight in the sink, left my mum, wondering-dumb-, founded, how she'd managed to breed this energy conjuring-son!! Unbeknown to them I'd already developed a remedy, Something in the music kept me calm and put my head-at-ease, So throughout my teens, I would sit creating melodies, Til it became an addiction, my own sykotherapy ! At least that's what i call it, cause I just get psychotic ! If I don't have some source of music in my-pocket ! It's spread too far, nobody can try-stop-it, No meds and I get blood shot in the eye-sockets, My medication is music, my religion-is-rhymes, There aint a single mind, scary as the middle-of-mine, It's like, there's a fuckin' demon that's living-inside, Who takes over if the drug he needs aint given-in-time.....
Chorus:
Give me my MEDICATION It's been 2 days my HEAD IS ACHING I can't survive music DEPRIVATION There's just no drug here that's BETTER-TASTING
Verse 2:
People are telling me I should take-a-break, And I would, if it wasn't for my neighbors-sake, They don't wanna be having to bolt their doors and waking-late, To the noise my kitchen knife on their window scraping-makes ! See without my music I just loose-the-plot, Probably where from in my early days I used-to-jot, Non stop, Councilors, Doctors, i refused-the-lot, Just give me a mic, a pen and pad, while the booth-is-locked, And I'm off ! But they don't see this shit runs deeper-than-skills Taking in music every day for me is equal-to-pills, With twice the buzz that E's or even DMT-could-instill, Meddling with my drug flow is how people-get-killed, Windows get smashed, shit gets violently-thrown, Unless somebody gets music plugged into the side-of-my-dome, That's why they had me put away and this Asylum-is-home, No meds, I'm left to sit in silence-alone....
Verse 3:
Two days I've been in this cell now, twitching-and-turning I can feel it spreading through my mind, itching-and-burning, My only vice is envisioning pictures-of-curling, My fist around the nurses neck til I get the fix-I've-been-yearning, But see my doctor says it don't-exist, Says that i just need to rest and it won't-persist, I wonder if he'll still believe that when I open-six, Holes in his arm with my teeth, and leave him with open-wrists, Over-this, I'm telling I aint asking ! Give me what I need or I'll be committing arson ! No medication ? What ? No! That can't swing! I'll rip out your intestines and use 'em as harp-strings, Darling ! Teather-them-ways Around your ribs, and watch your heart as the melody-plays, I told you I'm 'Syko', I've said-it-for-days ! Now would somebody go get me my medicine-please??!Hyperaptive KILLS Fast Lane Instrumental - Eminem & Royce Da 59 - Bad Meets Evil (MUSIC VIDEO)Hyperaptive2011-06-11 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
This is my remix to Eminem & Royce Da 5'9 (Bad Meets Evil) 's new track 'Fast Lane'. Taken from the EP 'Hell: The Sequel'.
The Beat has been reproduced by me using Logic Pro 9.
If you like this remix please share it round to help support ! And If you're new to me, check out my channel for more videos !
Lyrics:
First off, they call me Hyperaptive, Rapping is my Psycho-active, Therapy which I've dedicated nearly half my life-to-practice, So duck down like sniper-tactics, When I'm on this mic-I-smash-this, From the way I spit you'd think I've got a hundred writers-captive, In my basement Locked-away, Including Doctor-Dre, With the beats I make and rhymes I'm managing to concoct-a-day, Yes I'm absurd-with-this, Trust me boy I will murder-this, Murderous, thoughts circle-this, Mind , so get ready for turbulence, I'm Sick of subservient, Worthless, Little vermin-its, You, who keep this game more packed with clowns than a fucking circus-is, The most observative, verbalist, On the surface-of, Earth-is About to furbish-this, Game and make it impervious, To fraudulence, On my ones I've built an audience, And I won't quit 'til the day I'm shelving shiny oscar ornaments, Na that's a lie, I'd take ones made of porcelain, And still do rap if i was on the street playing accordions, Care what you think ? Man I couldn't give less of a fuck ! Advice from you is like an eagle trying to take hunting lessons-from-ducks, I see you all tryn'a blow but the nuke button you're pressing-is-stuck, With the fact your bars suck, and you aint impressing-us -much, See, too many kids think "lets-be-greasy, Spit bars on S-B-T-V, Fuck tryn'a think of something new to say, believe me, this mess-is-easy! " Then have the balls to say what you're spitting is poets-art, People are listening saying 'Brap, yeah he's going-'ard," Hold a candle to me ? You couldn't even hold-a-spark ! More likely to sink Noahs-Ark, By throwing-darts ! I'll carry on the show-and-laugh! Every day I'm growing-half, My size again, won't be long now 'til I'm going-past, The ceiling, Me on Earth's like using a bath, to grow-a-shark ! My surroundings are too small minded, just slow-and-daft, I'm moving at the speed of light, my tires are blowing-fast, Fuck this planet, It's too small, I'm going-Mars....
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This is a completely random track I made in one night, last night, heard the beat, thought yeah i like that, and wrote to it, this is the result, your mum was my inspiration.
Share around to help support !
Instrumental by RizzlaBeats http://www.YouTube.com/AngryRizz
Lyrics:
I was born a monster, a fuckin musical-demon, Killin off beats and rhymes, there's no choosing-between-em, It's genius, the thoughts runnin' through-my-cerebrum, Tell me that i aint sick as if the proof-isn't-gleaming, Haters can gargle on my dick juices-and-semen, You're just pissed because your chick don't think of you-when-she's-dreaming, I'm pissed because the rappers that i used-to-be-feelin', Have one by one proven they're as useless-as-steaming, Hot camel-shit, now I'm ruthlessly-skeeming, Ways to stop everyone alive who's stupid-from-breathing, Extermination of a mass-amount, Just wait for one of these wannabe rappers concerts that's-about, And gas-em-out ! Believe me when I say I'm sick-as-fornication, With your own mum and dad, and six-of-your-relatio ns, Bussin some freaky shit, pissin-on-your-face-and, Screaming you've got a new bro or sister-in-the-making !!
I said believe that I'm sick-as-fornication, With your own mum and dad, and six-of-your-relations, Bussin some freaky shit, pissin-on-your-face-and, Screaming you've got a new bro or sister-in-the-making !
Flow's-ridiculous Writing-is-so-meticulous Nightly-I'm-home-and-ripping-this, Might-see-me-go-ballistic-as, A wildebeest, When I kill-the-beats I wont feel-no-sleep, Til-the-sweet, Letters of my name spread and fill-the-streets, Syko, I'm as a sick-as-can-get, The reason that you'll quit the game and your girls knickers-are-wet, See A lot of Yanks can't dig-the-way-I'm-speaking, Not knowing their chick does ! and wants my dick-for-the-same-reason ! I keep it wild-and-reckless, Eating up styles-for-breakfast, Never been rich but still i shine like a diamond-necklace, And several thousand people play-me-a-month, When I still aint even fuckin been on radio-once ! Man I could munch, up one of these mainstream rappers daily-for-lunch, If you know somebody who's sicker than me name-me-the-cunt, But smart lyrics are no use-for-me-to-market, When 99 percent of you are musically-retarded! Plus in this industry, usually-the-target, Demographic is girls whose puberty-just- started, Might as well get on stage, do-some-little-dances, And get some whores in videos to use-to-my-advantage, But fuck that man I aint near-done-G, Won't quit 'til I've got Osama's beard-on-me ! So light a flame if everyone here-buns-weed, And keep, banging them beats, 'til your ear-drums-bleed !
I said fuck that I aint near-done-G, Won't quit 'til I've got Osama's beard-on-me ! So light a flame if everyone here-buns-weed, And keep, banging them beats, 'til your ear-drums-bleed !Hyperaptive - Memory ft. Alice Olivia (Music Video) ᴴᴰHyperaptive2011-03-29 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Filmed by Alex Javier & Duwayne Oram @ http://www.RecEditors.com, Edited by Jason Hawkins.
Hyperaptive - Memory featuring Alice Olivia. Official Music Video. 'SykoTherapy' 2011.
Written and produced by Hyperaptive a.k.a Jason Hawkins 2011. All rights reserved.
Lyrics:
Chorus:
When I'm gone will you remember me? Will I still be in your memory ? 'Cause everything I've done, each place I've ever been, Will one day just be a memory.....
Verse 1:
Every place that I've ever-been, Each person I've ever-seen, Every dream I ever dreamed or that I've achieved, Will one day just be a memory, Weather in mine or another childs-mind, We are the future, this is our-time, Every minute that passes as the hours-wind, Is a gift to us all each unknown to how-or-why, This world is a puzzle way beyond our capable fathoming, The simple truth is no amount of world traveling, Scientific works or astronomical dabbling, Will likely answer why we're here or what's happening, Welcome to the human-condition, Choose the game you wanna play and assume-your-position, I aint tryn'a work this out, nor consumed-in-religion, All I know is round every turn, opportunities-glisten, So capture every one and shine-away, As dark as this world may seem, you'll find-a-ray, That's what I've learnt, now there's no game I'm tryn'a-play, I'm just searching for a finer-day, There aint a single man alive who really knows-why, Why time even exists or why it goes-by, Your life will pass in a flash before your own-eyes, Just do everything in your power to see that your memories don't-die........
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
This life is a one shot opportunity, It's only a matter of years we're living youthfully, You could study with scrutiny, Or live your life musically, But crucially, Only you can choose who-to-be, This world is in the palm-of-your-hand, It's never to late to dream, and harbor-your-plans, Don't dwell on what you can't see, or can't-understand, Just know you're blessed to be here, as part-of-the-land, To behold the world in all its glory, From its overwhelming beauty to all its fury, As short lived as our existence is we are purely, The key to the future, a part in our peoples story, Living unevenly privileged, yet equally-cursed, Each one of us are the same when we sleep-in-a-hearse, Don't ever let a mans wealth speak-for-his-worth, Rather how he's remembered by the people-on-Earth, So I'll make sure I leave a legacy, Live my life cleverly, fill it with prosperity, Savour each memory, And territory, I ever-see, So when I reach the cemetery, My life's already heavenly, I'd love to think when I die, I'll ascend-to-above, To be greeted by lost family, friends-I-can-hug, But I've got no clue how my life will end-when-it-does, I just wanna be remembered-and-loved......
Channel Intro made by DrazticProductions: http://www.YouTube.com/DrazticProudctions
This is a song taken from my new mixtape 'Sound of the Underground'. Rest In Peace, featuring An0maly . Underground rappers 2011.
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Thought the subject of weed went perfect with the instrumental one night, wrote the lyrics high and recorded away !
More than half the song is purely freestyled , the Chorus was completely freestyled, the first part and chorus is the original recording I did joking around with my mate a.k.a Kormac
For anyone who don't get it....... the song is about WEED, using the well known alias 'Mary Jane' as a metaphor for my relationship with it haha
This track'll be up for free download with the rest of my new mixtape 'Sound of the Underground' Very Soon !
Lyrics:
Chorus:
I've got a new girl, her name is Mary Jane, She takes me to heights you can't reach on no plane, See her and any other girl aint quite the same, I dunno what it is, she just effects something in my brain ! Oooh Mary Jane x 3
Verse 1:
So one day, I was feeling depressed, When this girl comes up in a bright green dress, And she, sits close, says; 'Why d'you look such a mess?' I told her how I hate this town, and how I'm stressed, She said; 'It's probably the city-air, I'm a home grown country girl, it aint as shitty-there!' I looked up, she had a nice face and pretty-hair, No fake make up, just naturally sitting-there, Straight away, there was an amazing chemistry, She took every last one of my troubles and put them-at-ease, Matter of fact, was feeling down right heavenly, I asked; 'Where you from?' She said she's never had a tenancy, Said she's been all over the Earth, Easing the minds of millions and healing as work, Said it comes naturally to her and had been there from birth, That was the day I realised I was at the end of my search......
Verse 2:
She always keeps it naturally-dope, Makes me laugh when I feel, like I can't actually-cope, She makes me, feel like I could actually-float! We've got a strong bond, but she aint attached-to-me-though! (Nope) She's just got too much love to produce, For every man out there who's trying to get into her roots ! There's no, word to explain the love that she can induce ! She'll make you see the planet differently man it's the truth, But one day she started telling-me, Being around her's a risk, even a felony, Somehow, all over the world she's got enemies, I think it's just ignorance taken to an extremity, Her beauty shines like the stars-in-the-night Whenever my life starts getting dark-she's-the-light She's loved from europe to japan, to the stars-and-the-stripes, Mary Jane, you'll always be a part-of-my-life....
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This is an After Effects Text Video to my latest song 'Black and White' . Taken from my upcoming album 'SykoTherapy'
The song is written and produced by myself, using Logic Pro 9. Syko Recordz 2010. All Rights Reserved.
The song is about racism, race hate, the stereotypical mentality a large number of people carry with them in their lives.
London Underground UK Rapper 2010.
Video created by Jason Hawkins (Hyperaptive).
black and white racist racism racial hate attacks state of mind mixed race ethnic oriental chinese asian muslim islamic indian hate crime stereotypes news breaking brand new hip hop rap genre music hyperaptive jason hawkins syko recordz 2010 eminem 50 cent dr dre aftermath shady records lil wayne drake b.o.b jay z rihana logic pro 9 beat instrumental dark strings orchestra deep drums crunk real raw illuminati nazi hitler death 9/11 terrorist terrorism supremacy KKK ku klux klan kinetic typography music video documentary peace equality world disorder lyrics media bin laden america iraq american united kingdom london new york Afghanistan Africa countries country different people black panthers history tudor mentalityHyperaptive - She Loves Me Not (Music Video) | Twisted Love SongHyperaptive2010-08-20 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
This is the Music Video to a song I wrote called 'She Loves Me Not'.
It is for my latest mixtape 'Chaos Theory' released May 19th 2010.
This is basically a twisted love song. About a boy who is obsessed with his girlfriend 'Jenny'. And is now going mad after finding out she's been talking to an ex behind his back.
The music used is from the soundtrack music to 'Mr & Mrs Smith' originally composed by John Powell, and named 'Assassins Tango'. I simply remixed the order and structure of the piece to make a song from it. I own no copyrights to this music.
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Hyperaptive 2010
Underground London Uk Rap.
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I recently saw the film 'Inception'. And even more recently started listening over the soundtrack to the film, composed by hans Zimmer.
My favorite piece of the soundtrack by far was the last track and ending piece to the film, 'Time'.
So I decided I'd try re-creating it in Logic 9, after learning the keys.
Everything you hear here has been re-created by me by ear. Using every instrument I could make out in the original, Deep Strings, Piano, Low Synths, Cellos, Violins, Bass drums, Bass, Timpani, Brass and an Electric Guitar.
I couldn't fit EVERY single instrument into the video, because it wouldn't have fit the design, but I've included near enough every one which has a main emphasis in the final piece.
Thanks for watching, hope you like it
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Re-Composed by Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive/Syko
All original rights belong to Hans Zimmer 2010.
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This is a track I wrote and recorded in one day. I was listening to some Mobb Deep & Alchemist instrumentals, came across 'Hell On Earth', the one which is the beat used in this song, and wrote everything you hear.
The whole point of this song is Real music, real rap, real hip-hop, where has it all gone ?
This is a MIXTAPE track, not an album track, and is featured on my latest FREE mixtape 'Chaos Theory' 2010.
Written & Directed by Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive/Syko
This video was made using After Effects CS4.
UK Underground London Rapper
Syko Recordz
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This is a REMIX to a song myself (Hyperaptive/Syko a.k.a Jason Hawkins) And Kormac made called 'Breaking News', from my Second album 'On Higher Ground'.
Rapping to camera to The instrumental of Nas's 'One Mic'.
This song is about Knife Crime in London and the UK.
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This is a new song I wrote in the last few days.
The beat is produced by Tantu Beats, channel Link:
Heard the instrumental and started getting ideas for a track so decided to write to it.
This song's just about the world, how much of a mystery it is, yet we as humans seem to think we know so much about it, or do we?
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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
This world is a funny-place, Full of dreams and hopes that we believe, run-and-chase, People believing that money-makes, Supremacy when really its fake friends and cunning-snakes, You're trapped in societies-bricks, Such a complex world made tidy-and-brisk, We think we'll never come close to even finding-a-whisp, Of answers to why we're here or, why-we-exist, So instead we're cleverly programmed to be too-obsessed, With the wrong things, the next phone, that newer-dress, Personally I was never too-impressed, Always just wanted to move out to a new-address, In fact fuck that, abducted by a U-F-O, Taken far into outer space and to-a-zone, A place with less stress and fewer-clones, A world different to any I or you-have-known..............
Chorus:
(THIS WORLD) Who even knows why it spins? Seems everyone pretends they do and just grins,
(THIS WORLD) This whole world is a joke, Probably won't be long til' its blown up in smoke, this...
(THIS WORLD) World never really makes sense, Tryna get by my whole life on just pence....
(THIS WORLD) World, man I can't quite figure it, one day Im loving it the next now I'm sick of it....
Verse 2:
A hundred different religions, 6 billion people having different visions, Most letting these lead life decisions, Told what's wrong, right, acceptable or forbidden, Acting like we know what it's all-about, When really we know about as much as a school-of-trout, Mindlessly swimming in a small-amount, Of an infinite ocean stretching all-around, I don't even feel like I'm part-of-it, like I was brought down by martians at the start-of-it, Sent to lead people like Spartacus, And blow the up scene on some Osama Bin Laden-shit, I'm analytical, Political, 'Cause it's critical, That I never get dumbed down like these little-fools, Could never see myself as typical, In a world so unknown, strange and mystical......
(CHORUS)
Verse 3:
Some think we'll soon be a smoldering-pit, Or completely covered in ice caps colder-than-six, Million freezers in one, or for you overly-thick, People maybe in 2012 the poles'll-just-switch, Everyone's feeding in media-propaganda, And if you speak out you're a seedy-pill-popping-rambler, As if we won't see-when-we-stop-and-gander, In decades to come we've been dealing-with-a-bonanza, Maybe we are all just ants-on-a-plate, Being watched by some bully who stamps-on-our-fate, Has a tenth of the world rich, handsome-and-makes, The remainders of us talentless on rampant-estates! But oh well, that's just how life-goes! And this shit certainly aint what I-chose, This world's just a roller-coaster 'til the rides-slows, So use it while it lasts, you don't know when it might-close.......
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Learn your ABC's with Hyperaptive a.k.a Jason Hawkins !
This is the track 'Alphabet Assault' I created to test myself.
I was messaged and asked if I thought I could make a rap like the ones Papoose & Lowkey have made using as many words as they could with every letter of the alphabet.
I go through every letter of the alphabet from A-Z using as many words under each letter as possible rhyming in the normal structure of rap lyrics.
Rap / Hip Hop style music.
UK Underground London rapper 2010.
Honors this video's got so far:
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This is a beat I named 'ShockWave'. Produced by myself Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive. Deep orchestra string/ Synth beat, this beat uses deep violins, Synths, and staccato strings.
This is also the Instrumental used in my last '20 Bars Strong' Competition.
Prodcued in Logic Pro 9, at Syko Recordz 2010. All copyrights belong to Hyperaptive / Jason Hawkins. All rights reserved.
Deep String / Club Banger / Hip Hop Instrumental.
For those who dont know me I am also an underground Rapper from the UK London.
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This is me spitting to an instrumental remix of the new song 'Not Afraid' by Eminem from his brand new 2010 album 'Recovery'. Instrumental beat re-produced by Hyperaptive a.k.a Jason Hawkins.
The lyrics are a mash of one taken from my last Mixtape 'Chaos Theory'.
Lyrics are included in the video ;)
UK London Independent rapper. Hyperaptive Syko Recordz 2010.Hyperaptive - Keep to Myself (feat. Bigfoot) | Chaos Theory | UK Underground RapHyperaptive2010-04-28 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
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This is the 2010 song 'Keep to Myself' featuring uk rapper 'Bigfoot'. Taken from my FREE mixtape 'Chaos Theory'.
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This is a Hip-Hop/Rap instrumental beat I made using the following tools :
3 Glass Cups
7 Pint Glasses
Milk Bottle Lid
Jam Jar Lid
Spoon
Lighter
Spare Change
Clicking Fingers
Pen and Paper Scribbling
Spray Can
Door Slamming
Brandy Bottle Smashing
Single 2 Pence Coin
I also added on Strings, Piano and a Bass Drum. Other than that the beat is entirely made from appliances from my kitchen or just around the house.
Produced by Hyperaptive a.k.a Jason Hawkins 2010.
All the sounds have been edited together using Logic Pro 9. Effects where also added to both the Glass Cups and the Bottles.
If you like the music check out my other videos and SUBSCRIBE !!Syko - Urban Strength | Epic Rap / Hip-Hop Instrumental | Syko BeatsHyperaptive2010-01-12 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
This is a beat I named 'Urban Strength'. Produced by myself Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive. Deep orchestra string beat, this beat uses deep violins, ensembles, cellos, brass, and staccato strings.
Prodcued in Logic Pro 9, at Syko Recordz 2010. All copyrights belong to Hyperaptive / Jason Hawkins. All rights reserved.
Underground Rap / Hip Hop Instrumental.
For those who dont know me I am also an underground Rapper from the UK London.
If you like what you hear please Subscribe to the channel, as I'm always bringing new videos.Making A Big Rap Beat / Instrumental | Logic Pro 9 | Jason Hawkins - Hyperaptive | Synth - StringsHyperaptive2009-12-17 | Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Hyperaptive Instragram: http://www.Instagram.com/Hyperaptive iTunes: apple.co/3jgi8Cv Spotify: https://spoti.fi/37mA8IS Soundcloud: http://www.Soundcloud.com/Hyperaptive
Time to make another beat !
This is a rap beat I made from scratch. Using deep drum kits from Logic Pro 9. Produced by Jason Hawkins - Hyperaptive at Syko Recordz 2009. Rap / Hip Hop style beat / music. Using deep synths / strings and piano
I named this beat 'Nerve Damage'
I own full copyright to this beat and all audio in this video
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For those who don't know I am an underground UK rapper from London