The hard copy comes in a sleek jewel case with front and back cover artwork on high-quality glossy card stock, custom CD artwork on the disc, a bonus track not included with the standard digital version and a sticker! If you would like to fill out the feedback form, you will also get an additional free download of unreleased music, once the completed feedback form is returned to me!
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Gather 'round again, I'm not done talking. The acid hasn't worn off. The dogs are still barking. Probably gonna lose sponsorship after this. If not, then at least a couple co-signs from Christians. It's cool man, not playing with a full hand, having a slacker's vernacular and total command of absolutely nothing at all and realizing. Watching friends die young, wishing you could revive them. I didn't have to be there in person, I rehearsed it with myself in his shoes but held on tight to this life. No matter how worthless, left wordless. May paint a vivid picture but it's still far from perfect. Self loathing, a sense of implosion near. Once you get past the veneer it's all clear cut. No longer stuck in a rut or feeling the need to shoulder the burden of someone else's stuffs you've been entrusted with. From off my chest comes things you can't bench press, so telling me to 'dumb it down' is like issuing a death threat. No clearer diction has emerged from my generation. Taking pride in clean rhymes: the art of enunciation. Running on nothing but hopes and ambitions with this music. Even if I made it to success, what would I do with it? Tapping out this cash cow, would I reinvest? Take my money and run? Or proceed un-phased under the premise of still having achieved no progress, as if it hadn't happened yet with every calculated step. Following a model, then reinventing your hustle, just to hear all these people chatter about how you don't do enough. Remind me. Where were you when I was drivin' hours to the studio tryna perfect the flow? Leaping at the daydream of being back in Europe. This time on a tour bus, laid back, no fronts. Watching the banners unfurl from their banisters. Still unsure whether or not I should have a manager. Smirking at the servants who changed up to make it; only to discover that's not what makes sense. Fans want authentic, a friend they can vent with, sometimes their last life line when collapsin'. And no I can't front, better days have come. It's mostly inner demons that keep me so glum. Hassling to have a niche to call my own. Sometimes I just wanna go back home and be alone. Call it quits, fade back to the normal life, instead of tryna find myself through compressions and normalizers. With an EQ I beat the foolish into submission, drawing lines in the sand with a talented vision. No chorus, remorse or horseplay; even when we let loose, got something to say. Bottom lines projected, relationships protected, but when you're not around everyone becomes skeptic. On the couch posted, steadily phone holdin', in a separate dimension with all these sites you're hostin'. Thought we shared the glory of another prospect but that look on your face looks like you got somethin' to confess...
A Hip Hop emcee out of the 805 (Ventura/Oxnard). From touring overseas to collaborating with international artists, Rayce
has been building a name in the Hip Hop scene by promoting a style all his own. Rayce brings his listeners an uncut, raw insight not only into his life but to the observations he has taken throughout his life. At 22 the sky is the limit for this young yet professional lyricist....more