Hyperaptive - WasteMan | 2009 Album Track - UK Underground Rapper London

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WasteMan, this is the brand new song from my upcoming album 'Hyperaptive On Higher Ground'.

I am rapping this to camera for the time being but will also be making a Music Video to this song.

Written & Produced by myself Hyperaptive a.k.a Jason Hawkins at Syko Recordz 2009. The Instrumental was produced by me as always.

UK Underground Rap London


Lyrics:
Verse 1:

When I was young people'd look at me as a waste-man,
I was hungry and too busy makin' waste-plans,
Buildin' labels so I could one day make-grands,
Too busy to be joinin' in on estate-gangs,
Like every other ute scared ever to make-stands,
Now with nothing to fill his day but to rate-brands,
Of beer he drinks after he's emptied 8-cans,
Just hangin' around wherever his mate-hangs,
Out on ends robbin bois to prove he aint-prang,
Forget a line of coke, now that boy takes-grams,
Roaming the streets until his court case-lands,
But I can't knock his p's, he makes-cans,
In a factory,
Practically,
Had his whole life flushed down the tap-with-ease,
But a waste man's what he had-to-be,
Need a word of advice? Then practice-these......

Chorus:


He's that boy who never makes plans,
Can't see life past his estate lands,
once sniffed lines now he takes grams,
That's what I call a wasteman,

Had potential to make-grands,
Now he's runnin' the streets with little bate-gangs,
Locked behind bars with his fate-slammed,
That's what I call a;

WasteMan repeat x 2


Verse 2:



He's a Wasteman, a brushman,
The type of guy who's on the ends sayin' 'Trust-fam,
I'm makin' moves, man like me's got nuff-plans,
I know the man dem, that can get me the buff-grams',
But to him a wasteman is that boy jottin',
Studyin hard, while he's on the roadside shottin',
Thinkin' he's tops coz he rolls with a couple rotten,
Scummy brehs on the block who've long since forgotten,
What it means, to even think or ever have-a-dream,
Minds controlled by what they see T.V, Magazines,
Now all he ever thinks of is the next bag-of-green,
And his baggy-jeans, there's no more sad-a-scene,
Than to see, yet another lost teen missing,
Out on his life, so far gone that if-in,
a years time he hasnt changed he'll be truely slippin'
Could've practiced his talents but wasted his time sniffin',
Now he'll never blow, like a kite-in-a-box,
Should of been makin moves but he's lightin'-up-rocks,
Fightin'-in-blocks,
Robbin takin' flight-from-the-cops,
Already at too high a height-when-it-stops,
Once was the guy who never slips-on-his-grammer,
Had dreams of livin in the glits-and-the-glamour,
Now he thinks of home as he sits-in-the-slammer,
Had his freedom taken with two hits-from-a-hammer........


(CHORUS)


Verse 3:

Skip forward two years and he's out-of-prison,
21 years old and fully doubts-his-vision,
Of acheiving anything with or without-precision,
Or determination'll work and wishes now-he'd-listened,
'Cause what he sees, is he was the don-in-secondry,
But all that respect he gained was gone-the-second-he,
Was kicked out, now he's on his ones-and-secondly,
aint even got enough for bus fare to Peckham-see-,
-ing them same neeks, movin-with-ladies,
Drivin' past him laughin as they cruise-in-Mercedes,
While he's left to bop on, his two's-goin-crazy,
'Cause every job he's tried for gave refuses-or-maybes,
And he knows, he's only gonna make crappy-p's
His only choices lie between jobs in maccy-d's
Or back on the block with a rake scrappin'-leaves!
While see's, at the same time, shotters stackin-g's,
now he's back on the ends in the hoods habbitat,
Stress is constant and his drug habbit's-back,
Seeing as he's surrounded by weed and avid-crack,
Dealers round the clock it's like the ends have-him-trapped,
And he's movin' as always, back with his friends,
Sniffin' lines of coke and back with a tens,
Of skunk in his boxers shottin', back in the trend,
'Til he's caught with a bag of E's and its back to the pen......


(CHORUS)

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[davepez333]

iam moving to london. fuck u.s rap

[Silenceofheaven1]

like if you typed in waste mans

[robiebobie10]

This is fucking gay.

[indiffrentwithall]

this is cool man i was trying to make a rap like with all those big words and i keep stumbling its so hard to do. Hyperaptive is my inspiration. man Jason you should go to The Daily Mirrior and get Damien Fletcher to write a story on your rap career.I am not sure how that works but i do know he likes to have awesome stories. and I am from Canada but I know him yeah. anyways dag man.

[TheKarlf2011]

now yer what i call a waste man

[TheKarlf2011]

i want dis beat with der hook your vers is shit

[TheKarlf2011]

see how difrent the hook sounds

[gsiicam]

We need more lyrics like this to educate potential waste manz!!!!

[gsiicam]

5 star tune

[young9308]

your a WASTEMAN!

[brandonXdeath]

@deezfatnutz american rappers suck

[SamzBeatz]

friday is normaly a shit day for me at school but u make it interestin for me becoz im lookin forward to ur raps and beatz :D keep it up bro...