I wish i could call my self a genre specific producer but i cant, i love all kinds of music, so i produce all kinds of music. My main focus right now is House/tech-house.
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....................................................ALL SONGS,WRITING,CONCEPTS,NAMES,LOGOS,SOUNDS are the intellectual property of Substylez Ent 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. MY MUSIC AND LYRICS ARE COPYWRITTEN.MEMORIES PAST LYRICS********its so technical in these days***
i found my self in a maze-***
amazing how a single mom did the raising***
neighburs hating***
moms was working ***
contemplating how to feed her children***
saved from starvation ***
the ripped passports flushed down was her salvation***
an era of depression***
for moms to ceep chewing her pills in***
i guess life had its way in***
beat downs, slaps and kicks was nothing***
another kin poored gasoline clothes soaking ***
whole famly watching never beliving***
she lit a match and just stood there burning***
her whole life just yearning***
for love and compassion***
a little bit of attention***
cuz aint a such thing as tension when you dont exist***
the presense of a mere shell in the latter of time***
its not just a topic for a rhyme but its on my mind***
throw a rose on the gravel***
god bless the past***
but the future looks dim***
and im triyng to cope with the thoughts within***
never to fail but if i do i guess i was ment to***------------------courus-------------------------------
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------------------------------------------thoughts brought back***
memories past***
my pen is the candle light***
death is the aftermath***
shining thru my life***
a broken photo***
with broken hearts***
from a long line of anti..s (anti depressives)***
where does life start***----------------------------------------------------
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-------------theres not enough im sorries for those that got hurt***
along the way we came up doing dirt***
not that we had to***
but to live good you got to think***
its either swim or sink***
fuck what you think***
cuz these chapters bleed from the eyes of the watcher***
smoke screens and vodka***
heavy drug imposters and wanna be mobsters***
bullet was the idol**
robbing drunks on the way home***
sniffing diet coke and getting buck***
sick a fuck, 20 crowns was 2 bucks***
poring up mickie D..s along with drugs***
cz the stummache couldn handle cream fraishe and loaf of bread***
rest in pease to those that bled***
god bless the dead***
kissed you on the forhead***
see you goodbye***
some years passed by***
but you still on my mind***
running the halls being cool shooting pool***
stealing fod up to no good***
but to us it was the right thing to do***
psx was cool resident evil was the shit***
we used to play mad games***
getting weeded and forgot that we had school the next day***
memories memories that i cherish***
thanx to this song you will never parrish***--------------------------------------------------
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ts brought back***
memories past***
my pen is the candle light***
death is the aftermath***
shining thru my life***
a broken photo***
with broken hearts***
from a long line of anti..s (anti depressives)***
where does life start***----------------------------------------------------
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--------------if some shit happens***
i aint gonna be tough and not admitt it***
what good is it to make music, if you dont even get to know the real me?***
what im tryng to tel you is that this is me ***
mothafuckas be home looking thru old photos and shit***
thinking about the days that be gone***
all my friends that be gone***
we all used to be young***
i aint gonna forgett that***
this is how i make shore i aint gonna forget that***
in 20 years ill listen to this song and remember***
