Do and Prove
Album: Format Not Supported
By: James Patrick
By: James Patrick
Duration
3:54
Genres
Description
Do and prove is a track that builds up with metallic drums and is brought in with an 80's-like synthesizer. I used mostly an electro drum kit for production, to give the tune a more intense sound. This song, like many others on Format Not Supported, describes the difficulty of making it in the music industry. 'doing' and 'proving' are expectations that all artists deal with, regardless of where they are in their respective careers.
Lyrics
The rap game Is a craps game Hope I get a lucky roll Rapping honest shit I’m spitting like I’m under oath Bending over Try to make it Doin summer-soults If you Keep an open mind I’ll tear apart your frontal lobe When you’re styles different People wanna punish you Never welcoming The notion of a substitute Haters dissin’ Is Some Other shit to Muddle through I’ma go o-ver your head And pull the rug from under you doin what I do Its highly recommended That you listen to the lyrics Try to check the method music energizes like a shot of epinephrine rapping gets me off I’m like a pervert with a leather fetish come to terms And understand that under Certain circumstances People hate ya fucking guts And then they work to hurt and damage Your rep and your respect But don’t be dwelling and let it Get inside you’re head I can tell that you’re stressing You Gotta understand That they jealous and threatened So I’ma serve knuckle sandwich Out the delicatessen Because People pointing out My faults and what I’m doin wrong Not constructive Tell me what I should improve upon Just some food for thought Its what I’m giving you Its uplifting And enlightening In principal Now you breaking free Hands of time that gripping you Present in your pupils And the future in peripherals This my bachelorriate I’m valedictorian Stay performing for the audience They clapping applauding Because they knowing MY position As I rap my coordinates And I’m Giving my story When other rappers distorting it I’m Understanding I don’t fit the description Of What other artists lookin’ From traditional image But I’m the dude you know that When I spit I’ma rip it And so you’re calling heads or tails To flip the script I was given because doesn’t matter Where you live Or where you’re home is at From the ghetto Or the end up of a cul-de-sac Better rise and shine smell inside the folger bag When your life’s in pieces I’m the needle tryin’a sew it back
