here y'all go. Lyrics below


My empire is built upon the pyre that's meant for me.
I pioneer components of this game appropriately.
I put the 'pay' in papaya thats pay-paa.
I'm hot like papaya salad
I'm allen wrench to you screwdrivers; that's seldom seen.
I put a hex on you muthafuckas.
I'm the key to whats next.
I pee clean after six months abstinence- I was that dirty.
I be stressin' with my P.O. like she's a bad bitch and I got B.O.
I steal flows-- never but sometimes I hear rhymes I think clever intendencies.
My memory deceives like everyone elses.
We perceive shit- no one else see the same shit you do.
Sooner you get that through your head you'll stop thinkin you're the poo-poo, dude-y.
I do what I do,
I misconstrue cons between pos-

-itives in biz on a constant basis.
Just know I never misplace this selection of syllables from every high note to low-
it's intended. Every accent I meant it on every hit, man.
Give a fuck if I drop hits, man.
I'm so quiet I coulda been a hit-man.
In person, I mug harder than a grown man hit.
On the beat: possess a natural knack and superb wit.
I'm the next ken--
I ain't even gonna finish that breath.
Like saying he's the next 'Pac.
Get off a muthafuckas cock.
You just promotin' "the jock."
Cats copy a hardcopy so many times it becomes soft.
I'm often approached by players I swear need a coach like,
always tryna coax hos into believin their hoax.
I'm coast-to-coast with my dopest flows the rest?
I don't know consider it a throwback throwaway like,
Hooray! Finally over like Maury.
I Do-Re-Mi horny honeys up to my bee's nest, give em the business than be like,
Ay beezy, get the fuck out.
Stipulate stimulation to any ho in my home, you ain't on vacation.
You better make the inside of this dick vacant.

Yeah.

"Sorry your device does not support in browser recording"

Ain't it the truth .

(12-06-2015, 11:46 PM)milo Wrote:  "Sorry your device does not support in browser recording"

Ain't it the truth .

Same here. There must be an easy way but I haven't found it.

The link seems to link directly to a recording home site, not to the specific recording. I could help if you send me the correct link.

YouTube that bitch, dawg...

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0T482VvdGKU

Alright i think this one will work.

Idk how to convert an audio file into a video lol

You can embed audio if it's a link to an mp3 file. So I downloaded your audio file and then uploaded it to my google drive and then used the mp3 tags to embed it here as audio. More info can be found at 

http://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-7370.html

Ambrosial,
Thanks! It took a bit of figuring out but I got it onto YouTube (thanks for the tip QDeath)
Embedding now

I liked it...but at times it sounded off-beat. If it was deliberate, it might be a good idea to see if you've gone a bit too far out.

Ronsaik,
Thanks for noticing! This is by far the most difficult flow ive tried to sustain, any parts in particular you felt were off-beat?

:46 to :60 in particular

You've got a good ear Ronsaik, I messed up my timing there but tried to keep rolling with it, didnt think anyone would notice aha.

Take a toast to my haters; international passion got ya boy in the back with the hoodie up laughin.
Fuck what you say, I gotta little bit of flavor for you sodium intakers.
Ayyy, and if you gotta little bit of this ability to spit I recommend you get up on a mic and show me how to get wit.
I whittle a fiddle out of that corrugated wood pulp,
play you muthafuckas like the Pope.
We in an era where the fairer dont care a bit whether you can share a bit of pen with the paper 'less you Ed, Buk, or Shakespeare ain't nobody gonna study ya.
Check none of the above to ya so-called works of art.
Act enlightened; you in the dark in a park on ya pad thinkin like, "Oh yeah!"
This the perfect combination for nobody but my patient papa-sans with similar type creations to graciously come praise you while you dissin bout praising.

You can holler if you want to.
Pleeeease, I ain't runnin with no punk crew.
Beeee enemies and my range is on.
You're in the danger zone, my fuckin game is strong.(x2)

(12-13-2015, 04:05 PM)Weeded Wrote:  Take a toast to my haters; international passion got ya boy in the back with the hoodie up laughin.
Fuck what you say, I gotta little bit of flavor for you sodium intakers.
Ayyy, and if you gotta little bit of this ability to spit I recommend you get up on a mic and show me how to get wit.
I whittle a fiddle out of that corrugated wood pulp,
play you muthafuckas like the Pope.
We in an era where the fairer dont care a bit whether you can share a bit of pen with the paper 'less you Ed, Buk, or Shakespeare ain't nobody gonna study ya.
Check none of the above to ya so-called works of art.
Act enlightened; you in the dark in a park on ya pad thinkin like, "Oh yeah!"
This the perfect combination for nobody but my patient papa-sans with similar type creations to graciously come praise you while you dissin bout praising.

You can holler if you want to.
Pleeeease, I ain't runnin with no punk crew.
Beeee enemies and my range is on.
You're in the danger zone, my fuckin game is strong.(x2)

 
Sounds great! But clearer audio would have helped.
Who's Buk?
You need to think of doing something with this line, the meter's not right and doesn't come out well either spoken or read: We live n an era where the fairer dont care a bit whether you can share a bit of pen with the paper 'less you Ed, Buk, or Shakespeare ain't nobody gonna study ya.

Ronsaik,
Thanks! Yeahh I wish I had a microphone setup, currently recording off my phone so I apologize for the poor quality,
Buk- Bukowski, one of the many amazing poets PigPen exposed me to.
And for that line it actually starts
"We in an era where..." (vs. live in an era)
That said not sure if the meters still off?

Saw some flowin an I thought I'd share again



From the fire I came,
in an effortless climb,
out the pits like Mallory to Everest,
homie fuck a premonition pendin death
left for da expedition anyway,
I ain't temptin fate,
I'm livin up to it what,
You gotta walk with a lotta yo mind offa the off,
possibility that often stoppin muthafucka from bein great- get comfortable wit yo innate ability- humility you gotta be willin to take,
it's what make a man,
understand,
You gotta pan out from simplistic statistic
type linguistics,
check the exposition I expose the flows I'm proponent of
opponents components a bona fide example,
of what not to sample
you gon have to do better than that to get my stamp,
stop talking bout material.
Street imperial- heh, what a paradox
like how I go from ethereal talk,
to my pair of socks- they smelly
I'm belly up watchin Belly
Bun an Sin up in this homie I'm only what I choose to be a part of,
an homie choosin for me 

its the art of:
Peer pressure- I measure risk to reward- never knowin what's in store- when you livin in my form-everyday is all out war with the world I'm torn(x2)

Yo,
Check it we up at 5,
early on the grind-
never late to the cake,
make a ho wait
I break em off great hate on me plate I paid fo in pain yo motive showed
weakness in ya motor,
defeat is in ya nombre,
ya pocket got no profit- lock it while I'm in the pocket take the hammer back an cock it,
point it at the muthafuckin punk rat talkin in the court of law?
You a bitch-ass snitch-ass,
jealous of them rich-ass
in mind and spirit and bomb come near it never you aint clever nuff so you muddle- you a puddle
we avoid you by steppin over you.
We da shoe dats game,
we da clue to the truth,
we da Kool and the Gang: old skool what.
We cuckoo like cocoa puffs,
we Dooku to Yoda cuh.
Record it- export it
pour it in ya pimp cup or snort it
I'm hoardin horticulture cultivated by tha white
lab coat weighin pounds never ounce
fuckin wit felony amounts 
Yo, ima convict life we chose

(hook)

As you can see, my craft is nowhere near perfected. Still, the only way you find your voice is by experimenting and puttin ur stuff out there despite the humility you may face. The end of the song also is not properly aligned with the song either. Needs to be edited and mixed still but yee!