AVthaPHARAOH: Tracks From #TheDarkAges [Rough Mixes] DROPPING TONIGHT

[A.V.]

You heard it. Stay tuned nikkas.

Track 2 off the project is called "Feel Me". Following a hard, grimey intro about the depths of the prison experience, A.V. drops a jewel over production by Kelly Portis, with true to life rhymes about his life and times.

All tracks posted in this thread are UNFINISHED. Didn't get a copy of the final mixdown, added hooks, etc. This is just a few ROUGH mixes since cats been waitin to hear what I'm workin with. Will get back with completely finished tracks by the end of the month. My engineer/mixing man is taking his time and has a real pristine clarity he's gonna put on it, so please don't judge based off of sound quality. I got you. Without further ado tho:

Hook:

But I'ma make em feel me,
'Til dem shots get throwed,
They lay me in a casket, and my box get closed,
I'ma make em feel me,
Til my clock get slowed,
They lay me in a casket, and my box get closed,
I'ma make em feel me.

Verse 1:

I come from a place where a knife, is ill.
Slicin' ya face, be the price, to squeal.
Prisoners riot and fight, for meals,
Wit nikkas wit 20-to-Life appeals.
Dark, becomes the new light, and deal
Wit scars, you'll need more than ice, to heal.
Sleep when it's beef, and you might, get killed.
Ya favorite rapper, I'm twice, as real.
If ever them shots in a rif-le fill, my body and chest...
Just bury me a 'G', and give my momma da rest.
I came too far to regress, so muthafukk a co-defendant, and new friends.
You catch a case wit these fukk nikkas, you gon wish you tied up them loose ends.
So hear me, and relate...I was nearly back upstate.
Feel like my life is seriously a series of mistakes.
And you ain't NEVA gon experience da hate...
You could have for yourSELF...as your family's departing dearly, and erased.
And you locked on the floor, cold cell, plottin a war,
In ya socks and ya drawers, gettin fed slop, through a slot in the door...
fukk nikka, what you know bout dat?
I sold white packs, you a po-lice rat.
I don't want a prison being where my whole life at,
But you violate a nikka, I'ma go right back.

​

 

[ThugLife]

nikka you suck

 

[mortuus est]

nikka you suck

watch your finger tips

 

[Illeye buckmatic]

 

[ThugLife]

watch your finger tips

 

[Sugar]

:feast:

 

[observe]

Ruff mixes..

How about some quality mixes

 

[dtownreppin214]

 

[mortuus est]

 

[A.V.]

Ruff mixes..

How about some quality mixes

Those are coming in two weeks, just wanna give a lil preview

 

[A.V.]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3g2K3NVYCh8"]The Dark Ages[/ame]

Track 2 off the project is called "Feel Me". Following a hard, grimey intro about the depths of the prison experience, A.V. drops a jewel over production by Kelly Portis, with true to life rhymes about his life and times.

All tracks posted in this thread are UNFINISHED. Didn't get a copy of the final mixdown, added hooks, etc. This is just a few ROUGH mixes since cats been waitin to hear what I'm workin with. Will get back with completely finished tracks by the end of the month. My engineer/mixing man is taking his time and has a real pristine clarity he's gonna put on it, so please don't judge based off of sound quality. I got you. Without further ado tho:

Hook:

But I'ma make em feel me,
'Til dem shots get throwed,
They lay me in a casket, and my box get closed,
I'ma make em feel me,
Til my clock get slowed,
They lay me in a casket, and my box get closed,
I'ma make em feel me.

Verse 1:

I come from a place where a knife, is ill.
Slicin' ya face, be the price, to squeal.
Prisoners riot and fight, for meals,
Wit nikkas wit 20-to-Life appeals.
Dark, becomes the new light, and deal
Wit scars, you'll need more than ice, to heal.
Sleep when it's beef, and you might, get killed.
Ya favorite rapper, I'm twice, as real.
If ever them shots in a rif-le fill, my body and chest...
Just bury me a 'G', and give my momma da rest.
I came too far to regress, so muthafukk a co-defendant, and new friends.
You catch a case wit these fukk nikkas, you gon wish you tied up them loose ends.
So hear me, and relate...I was nearly back upstate.
Feel like my life is seriously a series of mistakes.
And you ain't NEVA gon experience da hate...
You could have for yourSELF...as your family's departing dearly, and erased.
And you locked on the floor, cold cell, plottin a war,
In ya socks and ya drawers, gettin fed slop, through a slot in the door...
fukk nikka, what you know bout dat?
I sold white packs, you a po-lice rat.
I don't want a prison being where my whole life at,
But you violate a nikka, I'ma go right back.

​

 

[ROFL_GUY]

when you speak i listen

 

[Steezy]

 

[Illeye buckmatic]

 

[hex]

Stop sleeping on this shyt. He killed it.

Fred.