"Yonkas" Yonkers remix - Red Baron

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Uploaded by on Sep 20, 2011

Wrote an original rap/beat poem to Yonkers released with my Pseudonym Red Baron . Shitty quality mic, but it's whatever. Started the first verse a week ago then came back and finished it today. Just doing this as a hobby, but I'm throwing around the idea in my head of releasing a mixtape for shits and giggles. It's nothing more than a way to express myself, but feel free to critique.

Lyrics:
A mathematician when it comes to killin, calculated
Premeditated murder of the conscience now I'm hated
By my friends, they know when I fuck up I get faded
In a haze, lost in thoughts while I fought through the maze
I'm amazed at how crazed I see myself in the mirror
Time gets nearer as I step back from the clock
With my hand on the glock, jitter fingers then they go tick tock, pop
Fag I'm joking like a clown, choking a kid with downs
But no really shut the door, watch the darkness eat your core
Of the apple, that's Adam burnin Eve smell the flesh crackle
A filet of the divine sort, fellated now my dick has sores. Damn

Not a coward, won't fall or crumble like twin towers
Collapse to the raps of gifts and then bask
In the aftermath of the atomic bomb that I pass
On a track so you're coming back for more like I deal crack
But its just a snack, grab a fifth from the wine rack
Cannibal corpse for dinner course then intercourse with a horse, of course
No remorse is my retort so fuck off whore, you skank, you cunt
I'm hangin with my flaky bud, all his friends call him Skunk.

Take a trip on a ship, with Bobby D and me
Or Bobby McGee or Charlie Sheen or Ted Bundy or Mr. Clean
To zannybar island, or space if you'd prefer
Either way don't give a fuck, long as my words are slurred.
Above the clouds like a bird, straight soarin smellin loud
I'm a heron call me Aaron, mowin down doubters-red baron.
Scientist with syllables, shitty flow can't help but cull
Horns first I'll grab the bull, Still underground like a mole.
This rollercoaster in my head sometimes I wish that I was dead.
Madder than Willy Wonka, short and sweet; I'm fucking Yonkas.

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  • I really like the middle stanza most and love the music behind the words. This was cool.

  • @EllyMcCormack Why thank you sir, more to come soon

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  • Bro Need better auto recording man

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