I write a lot, record when i can. My purevolume page is: www.purevolume.com/speakeazy and it has some older studio tracks and shitty quality acapellas....ill attach a few random pieces of verses if you're curious as to the type of music im writing now...if any producers are interested in workin together im really focused on getting my music out so like minded producers def hit me up. also any feedback/critiques are welcome too:


His backbone would hang low, as he dragged toes
Cracked soles from strolls, he spat flows at assholes
Rascals, that would hassle and harass him
Attacked him for lackin a matching fashion
When they got at him, he never had a reaction
Not retracting massive talons cuz he’s lackin in passion
Ration-alized, but he wanted to hit ‘em
God willin this villain isnt revisiting prison
Listen here, and hear the missions crystal clear
Its official lose the pistol for a fiscal year
Amidst that fear, of not having his ratchet
Mastered the last thing that matters, this rap shit
Practice when he starts, establishing the art
Valiantly he had the heat, rapidly he got the spark
It had to be he had the heart, garnered the passion
The smartest action was rapping, that’s when it started to happen

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Sick of using little dan, so now ill cut the middle man
Here’s the plan, he sold his soul I own control in sole command
Closing hands will choke his chance, so he wont advance
I hold his only hope within my palace with the smoke and ash
Spoken brash, the boldest clash, a flash then he smoldered fast
Passed to the underworld, where flame and thunder twirl
Brimstone a sick home, ripped smoke from trichnomes
Then spit flows like sick joke’s, kids a psychitzo
Think so, well I think he’d agree
But he’d be eager to seek and defeat mc’s he deemed weak
With mean speak, when his eyes seem to bleed, retreat
Beneath the crust must be atleast 20 leagues deep
Free speech, isn’t his while his spirit is split
Fear of my grip, you can hear it in the lyrics he spit
Those nearest the kid, said he was going insane
Ha, if they only knew I had control of his brain…

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He got underway fast, before blunt became ash
Some will say nah, and pass, but the dude would pay cash
Laid back when ray bans covered signs of great grass
Swollen eyes the only time his nice life would fade black
So he stayed back, and strayed from paved paths
Blade slashed, inner beasts livin in his inner speech
Victory within his reach, so close to splendor
But the golden embers, they slowed his senses
His flow stupendous, but its so pretentious
Smoke was vented as he spoke intentions
Of his soul’s ascension, after bold confessions
Fortold intervention foreclosed on his henchmen
A vexed king, blessed with, solice in solitude
Promised with honest truth, to demolish the chronicles
Diction of predicions from the prophets were followed through
His mission so exquisite like it lives in his molecules
Colossal dues were paid just for a chance to shine
Advanced his rhymes and raps just to pass the time
A mastermind, with his divine craft defined
Had the time, but his alibi was being last in line










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"There is hope in sight / I'm not here to harm ya
No fillin me with lead / I'm knight in shinin armor
If chivalry is dead / I guess that I'm a martyr
Like military heads / You need a buzz to start it"

-Speakeazy