Tew-SLy's Notes
Scratched song from this upcoming album. after carefully re-reading it multiple times, and other people reading it, not from this website.
I finally decided to add this song to my side b album.
And I'm going to tell you.
I have 40 scratched songs I decided to not use, or do.
Due to the fact I would possibly have to drop 3 albums like Drake did
and I don't wanna do a Side A, Side B, Side C, and have 100+ songs that
Possibly won't blow, so I'm doin' 2 sides instead, like I've already said
So if my cousin; Da_negiator, decides to release yk where it's from
I'll stop yappin'
Prop, Rate, ENJOY!
//Hook (2024 Original)
Dear rap world, I’m done with haters,
Niggas who can’t talk a big thanks
To improve the game, dear rap world
I’m fed up, people are pushin’ me down
So now you got to fux with, pullin’ me up
But I need the world to realize
That I’m to ill to idealize and recognize
That I’m been connectin’ to my mission
//Verse 1 Br4ckett (2024 Original)
Dear rap world I’m tired of the blood
street fighter with a better upper cut
give me a lighter bout to fire up the dutch
guess the ride was way to much for most of us
never simple in this game no need to explain
while yall stab me in my back I see your pleasure in my pain
so many different paths for people to choose
better pick them wisely or you just might loose
what else can I prove walk a step or two in my shoes
feel my blues this live I did not choose nothing left I approve
I speak nothing but the truth when im in the booth
I will not loose I will not loose Its kill or be killed living in this battlefield
wonder how the children feel wonder how my momma fell
back to drinking im drunk ass hell cant you tell
they need to excel but they never will with crack sells
now they singing they own version of lauryn hill I hope they will
Dear rap world I’m tired of this I’m going in for the kill
Oh shit, my career just started going downhill
Sayin I'm cocky, thinkin I should quit, thinkin I'm counterfeit
Ye douchebag whom talketh upon one shall pay
You bastards who speak shit should slip away, be on your day
A piece of gold shouldn't represent my personality
My representatives are pieces of my originality
Not gettin paid millions or being known internationally
I was molded like gold because of what I felt, emotionality
Still thank the best of my opponents though
I have respect for all of you I thought y'all should know
Dear rap world I know we have our differences
But why don’t we turn this shit upside down and stop the punches
So we can sit down and reminisce
//Hook (2024 Original)
Dear rap world, I’m done with haters,
Niggas who can’t talk a big thanks
To improve the game, dear rap world
I’m fed up, people are pushin’ me down
So now you got to fux with, pullin’ me up
But I need the world to realize
That I’m to ill to idealize and recognize
That I’m been connectin’ to my mission
//Verse 2 1:28 (Tew-SLy remix verse)
Look... twenty-twenty-six and the whole climate shiftin' fast
They tradin' souls for the silicon just to make an image last (Silicon!)
Inflation hikin' up the interest... we payin' for the sins (for the sins...)
While an algorithm feeds a division where nobody wins
So I step back from the static, man I'm lookin' at the timeline
Remember Br4ckett back as a Junior? Just chasin' a design line (back in high school..)
Now it's generational wealth inside the house that he built
A faithful wife and a kid... no more blood on the kilt (no more blood!)
Man, that's a real man's crown, he don't need a G0LD Chain (straight gold)
While the rest of these rappers still bleedin' for the fame
He retired from the ring, put the gloves on the shelf
Cause you can't feed a family if you're killin' yourself (*sigh*)
So I'm holdin' down the booth... carryin' the torch we lit (Carryin' the torch!)
Cold world as ice but we the ones that stayed fit
They want the surface level, they don't want the deep dive (deep dive)
But we survived the transition just to keep the truth alive (Keep the truth alive!)
From the classroom desks to the bills in the mail
We refused to be another prodcut destined to fail (FAIL!)
Look at the cradle... look at the growth in the mirror
The smoke is clearin' out, now the mission is clearer
This isn't for the billboard, this isn't for the praise
It's a testament to brotherly love through the daze
In Twenty-four I told the rap World I missed 'em with a passion
But the feelings that it gave me left my mental in a fraction (in a fraction)
Said his pride was wide as Earth... now the world is spinnin' smaller
Used to run out to the turf just tryin' to be a G0LDEN baller
Ended up a handyman to craftsmen, plannin' out the lyrical
No more lookin' for a miracle man, my pen became empirical (Empirical!)
They hold you up at gunpoint... dishonest with the focus
Sonic hedgehog style, pointin' fingers at the dopest (They pointin'!)
That was the prologue to my aftershock, I used to be so shook
Rippin' up the dictionary, killin' everything they took
In twenty-four I popped prescriptions... bleedin' in the kitchen (popped prescriptions)
Now my mind is in conflict, summarzin' what i'm givin'?
Throwin' up a peace sign to the chaos and the madness
Development of the century... they finally called me baddest
Yeah they labeled me a GOAT, but I was lookin' for the path
CD showed me what it looks like standin' in the wrath (CD)
Back then my pen wasn't a match, I couldn't spark a pathfinder
But twenty-six? I am the problem, elevatin' higher
Tew-SLy reportin' live... one last time through the static
Had to return to the task of my mask, empty out the whole clip... can't leave this rubber plaque the same
I leave a paper trail of bodies every time I write (..every time I write... every time I write...0
Writin' all my wrongs under the heavy studio light
Showin' y'all my fifth-grade side... the boy before scars
Before the nightstands and the nines, before we counted bars
But as the days pass by, the clock is tickin' on the wall
And my outro starts to slowly ring a bell for us all (ring a bell for us all)
//Outro
Look...
Tew-SLy reportin' live...
Yeah.
They thought the story was wrapped in Twenty-four
Thought the pen ran out of ink in the kitchen.
But you can't rush the timeline when you'r writin' from the soul
Look at Br4ckett.. a man he can be proud of. Generational.
And Look at me... still standin' in the wrath of y'alls madness, but the mind is finally at peace.
So to the ones who stayed honest, to CD, to the real ones who saw Gregory Tew behind the mask...
Don't clock me out just yet.
I still got some time before I retire.
Tew-SLy reportin' live...
One last time.
Peace.
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Tew-SLy
Member since March 15 2022