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*Experimental* song and beat based on the story and words of another man, a fellow musician, in regards to his local haters and dashed efforts with women. Forgive the poor quality, this was before I had any equipment and I was rushing music out.

surreal with no love

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Real Surreal

An undefined artist, Surreal writes for himself in rap battles and writes for the people of the world in his music. His songs are not only about him, but issues

An undefined artist, Surreal writes for himself in rap battles and writes for the people of the world in his music. His songs are not only about him, but issues and problems people go through everyday. He writes about political and personal issues from the war on terrorism to grade school bullying, from corrupt politicians to suicide due to neglect. Surreal is not one person, he is all people. Is in not in any one place, he is everywhere all at once. He is not Surreal, we are Surreal. We are all connected by similar experiences and emotions. We all need support and can support each other. We should never be forced to feel down. We should always live life to the fullest. We should live every single day in Surreal moments.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop

Charts

#13,556 today Peak #97

#1,270 in subgenre Peak #8

Rights

2016

Uploaded

February 22, 2017

Track Files

MP3

MP3 6.0 MB • 160 kbps • 5:12

Story behind the song

A good friend of mine came to me and told me that he was getting a lot of local hate for his music online and how mad it made him due to the pointless reasons behind the hate. This included close friends who tore it all apart and even stole and deleted his beats. He became very secluded and shut in.

He would occasionally go to the local club to try and hook up with a girl but he was always too bothered. Being very much a respectful young man, he couldn't figure out why none of the girls would even give him a chance until one night he got lucky and, due to the isolation, had a heavy crush on this girl. But she simply up and disappeared after describing to him what she looked for in a guy the night before, basically describing him.

He came back to me one day (telling me all this) and said that he gave up on music altogether (deleting it all) and women for the meantime, staying single primarily, to focus on a steady job that he could be proud of and "ascend to the top of an empire."

Lyrics

Spoken Intro:
You think I've been feeling all depressed everyday?
Cause ain't nobody wanna give me a hand to hold? (Aight...)
Well think again, I'm doing fine, I'm doing fine. All the time.
It's just another hand to fold.

Rap:
I don't need and alibi or reason why.
I'm spitting game and that's the only
thing that ever needs to be upon my mind.
I describe the compromise with every motherfucking rhyme.
Cause music won't be leaving me, now or any other time.

I'll clothesline motherfuckers tryna take my beats away from me.
I'll "not enough uppercut" a bitch tryna tear apart the words they see.
But they're only tough dicks when they're online flicking mad hateful shit when they hear the licks I spit when I'm sitting across the open seas.

How's about confronting me and telling me how you really feel.
Here's the deal: touch my music once, you roll the wheel.
Touch it twice you seal the deal.
But break that shit and you will kneel and that fucking disc like it's your last motherfucking meal.

Dahmer died doing dirty work with a dirty mind.
Surreal surely shouldn't suffer with such a similar crime.
"But baby maybe hating ain't the right way to be saving."
Sorry sweetheart but this retard gets his dick hard from his raving craving.

Music's all I got family aside.
If you're merely just a friend, consider us cut ties.
Unless I hit you up on my own accord.
I cannot afford your time or patience. You've been ignored.

Spending all my time with a re-cord while I sit around and explore
The things inside my mind like what the fuck do I need them for.
...the fuck do I need them for...

Maybe I shouldn't brush up on the rough stuff.
And shouldn't be such a tough nut on people I let into my life.
It's not their fault that these oblivious idiots are seriously so illiterate they cut like a dull knife.
"But Surreal, don't you want kids one day?
You always say that you could easily wind up with a bangin' wife."
Looks are just the catch-all, I'm looking for what's inside.
And we all find that obviously it's not that fucking time.

I'm taking my shot around the block.
Posted on the corner with the squad tryna get a wet cock.
Wasn't my type of spot so I tried the nice guy role and got myself stuck.
Now I feel guilty when I play a rock, posted up in the club expecting a flock.
Saying girl suck my jock, take me back to your walks.
I'll rock you all night 'til you tell me never stop.
Cause I can never stop.

Nowadays the gallantry is blasphemy.
It's practically a tragedy, it seems to be every woman's fantasy.
But naturally that's absencey up there upon her balcony.
She was tactically acquired by bastards with a strategy.
I feel like somewhere around there's a technical analogy.
Or maybe an academy where everyone loses morality.
And gains all the profanity, insanity, brutality.
This fucked up shit is just one big fucking catastrophe.

Let's get back to the abnormalities, actualities, and the gravity of the situation.
How a number one man can so casually run into every woman who so rapidly starts their evasion.
Runs in the other direction of something they see as perfection.
When the man only sees a reflection, but the mirror's projection.
Shows not detection but mental rejection,
That there could be any fucking chance of some fucking affection.

Pay attention to this verse cause it's fucking important.
We're going to import every painful (single) gentleman's hurting.
When they do their best to put the pain upon their chest and wear their hearts upon their sleeves,
But girls they treating well are acting worthless.
They're just touring around using men like little toys.
At the same time thinking about having girls and boys.
They dreaming about their fantasy wedding.
Getting bedded by their newlywed husband, but it's all been a forfeit.

Feels extorted when men like that are seemingly upon your back but they understand when it's time to take a step back.
They don't mind being friends, but women like to pretend, that they're all

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