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(Verse 1)
Theomatic bust thru no one can stop him,
Crusin thru rainier bumpin Rakim.
Wu tang clan, i play that too,
For the homies in the pen yo they gotta break loose,
As I sit I observe i ponder who i've become.
My Eyes be the light, My tongue be the drum.
Memories fade fast, so i take pictures.
If it dont work out then I recite all my scriptures.
In the back of his mind theomatic rap a lot.
Patiently waiting, for the music to pop,
Fall down never flop, jump up never drop,
On the block, never stop playing real hip hop
Uh
Truth be told, Theres no other way to say it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
And just chill, you know what im sayin?
(Chorus)
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
Uh
(Verse 2)
Cruisin,
Cruisin thru the back road,
Manifest the narrative as the story unfold,
I ponder as I spit on the mic with thisflow,
Homeboy tells me, man that shit sound dope!
It go line after line until I hit the margin,
If rhyming was a crime then I'd be committing arson,
Fire breathing thru my lungs hotter than inferno,
The words so connected like two people in a porno,
I hit it raw like my brotha D.funk,
But i always make sure that i pull out before I bust,
Even tho that the sex be taking me up to heaven,
I still make sure that I dont get my shawty pregnant,
Truth be told, Theres no other way to say it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
And just chill, you know what im sayin?
(Chorus)
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
Uh
(Verse 3)
24 bars are never gon be enough,
But i gotta dig em up like the diamonds in the rough,
Birthdays were the days are the worst days,
But I, kept grinding till I got paid,
In this country you get treated like an animal,
I put it on for all those who lack capital,
I from the city where the rain never sleeps,
But I Dream while i'm awake, seems like i'm collecting sheep.
Everyday pass, and I get new feelings,
My mind see many new things,
My mind see many new faces,
Im a young prince but I'm tryna be a king.
Truth be told, Theres no other way to say it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
All the homies in the back throw ya hands when I play it,
And just chill, you know what im sayin?
(Chorus)
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
And I'm cruisin,
Cruising in the back of my mind finding my place,
And I'm cruisin,
Always write raps so i can make it everyday
Uh
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(Verse 1)
I'm from the city where the rain never sleeps.
I dream while I'm awake seems like I'm collecting sheep.
The water from the rain drop travels every other block,
Same way how my rhymes never stop.
I'm on the page, writing to the bottom,
Its ironic, I spit raps to be at the top.
And yo I serve rhymes, to feed the people properly,
Cuz everybody brainwashed, caught up in mythology.
If you wanna work hard, you better do it quickly.
I'm tryna move fast everybody stationary.
On every single rap, I so it complex,
And digest, every single letter so I don't forget.
I'm from the city where the traffic is a bitch.
On my way to school, catching the 106.
Thinking to myself, "shit I'm probably hella late.
Stuck in the back, looks like I just gotta wait."
I'm from the city with gentrification,
And taxation, economy inflation,
Fuck opinions, I speak from intuition,
Capitalism has turned into your religion.
(Verse 2)
Yo its so true, the shit is fucked up,
everybody changing, I don't know who to trust.
But you know what, that's my reality,
I don't got friends yo I only got family.
Thru the poetry, and thru the raps dawg.
Its dope seeing people vibing to a rap song.
206, will always be filthy,
Its Theomatic and I'm from the city.
From the city where they always play hip hop, but,
Corrupt cops will murder you with a gun shot.
I'm spitting poetry locally hella openly,
But if you gotta issue, yo, try diplomacy.
But yo, what else can I say?
Im from the city of rain but Theomatic spitting flames,
I'm Never lame, word play is in effect,
Rhymes so hot I make a Jalapeno sweat.
On a serious note, the city changing.
And There's nothing we can really do to stop it.
So I drop it, when I'm on the mic.
If you say you love the city yo you better think twice.
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(Chorus) 2x
Im hip to the game, yeah,
I'll always be the same, true.
Cause whether I'm broke or got fame,
Sunshine or rain.
Aint a damn thing changed.
(Verse 1)
Verse one, shit its been minute,
This rap game is like a new epidemic,
But im, writing raps, reciting all my rhymes.
Writing lines till it pulsates my mind.
I never stop, just keep it on going.
My rhymes so hot, yo raps be snowing.
But yo, a lil something bout me,
I'm the illest filipino that you'll ever see.
Theomatic is a wack rap killa,
You claim to be ill, But I be sicker,
Gotta Old school style, new shoe smell.
I'm just like ASAP, jiggy as hell.
Hella People think I switched up and changed
But since day one I been the same.
They love to hate, but its okay,
But I just gotta say.
(Chorus) 2x
Im hip to the game, yeah,
I'll always be the same, true.
Cause whether I'm broke or got fame,
Sunshine or rain.
Aint a damn thing changed.
(Verse 2)
Word is bond, i put that on my life G,
I steal shows, other cats jack Nikes.
Fuck a shoe game, homie get your bars up,
I never get down, its all about coming up.
The pen and pad is so intimate.
Plus my vision travels infinite,
Im legitimate, theres no equivalent,
On the track, my lyrics be the instrument.
When I play that, we lay back.
I've been about the raps since way back.
I been about rhyme, been about metaphor,
Been about it, Theomatic Metaphysical.
People think I switched up and changed
But since day one I been the same.
They love to hate, but its okay,
But I just gotta say.
(Chorus) 2x
Im hip to the game, yeah,
I'll always be the same, true.
Cause whether I'm broke or got fame,
Sunshine or rain.
Aint a damn thing changed.
(Verse 3)
I know I'm young but I got big dreams,
Spit my first rap at the age of 15,
Got a long way to go got a long way,
Thats why I write raps like every single day.
A critical thinker is what I've become.
Pondering what is and what is not to come.
But I'm stress free, because I got faith
In the rhymes and the raps I create.
I suppose one day, I'll make it big.
But if I dont, I wont even trip.
People hate, but its okay,
But I just gotta say.
(Chorus) 4x
Im hip to the game, yeah,
I'll always be the same, true.
Cause whether I'm broke or got fame,
Sunshine or rain.
Aint a damn thing changed.
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Timeless (Prod. Wrona)
02:34
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(Chorus)
From time and time again,
24/7, 365,
Had to rewrite my rhymes in a better state a mind,
Cuz yo, im running outta time.
(Verse 1)
The rap is in a clock and the bars go tick tock.
My Shit is timeless, forget about a wrist watch.
Earth is rotating when the clock be ticken.
I go around the sun like rotisserie chicken.
Yo its timeless, and imperishable.
Endure forever, leaving no trace of bones.
You better understand, and take it to ya dome,
If not, You can Usain BOLT ya way home.
My shit is rock hard but Im slicker than ice.
You other rappers boo-boo, but you think you so nice,
I gotta say it twice, so you understand me,
They cant ROCK or b-boy, or be an MC.
So. Sit down cuddy, and wait for ya time,
Rewrite all ya rhymes and fix ya mind.
If you took all ya time you couldn't rewind this,
Or find this, phenomenal rap is timeless.
(Chorus) 2x
From time and time again,
24/7, 365,
Had to rewrite my rhymes in a better state a mind,
Cuz yo, im running outta time.
(Verse 2)
I get low when the beat gets low fi,
All the time, spitting hella new rhymes.
Whatever flows, you know how I go,
Got full control, rap style phenomenal.
Fly when I dont drop, time like a stopwatch,
Put in work, coming up like a pop tart,
For heavy listeners, nothing less similar,
Or more simpler, beat tape finisher.
rap everyday, for new opportunities.
Insecurities? thats a disability.
Risk taker, pump faker,
Vigor undiminished, hip hop vindicator.
But yo, what else can I say,
The clock never stops at the end of the day,
Just follow the sun, and aim for brightness,
Just remember, you gotta stay timeless.
(Chorus) 2x
From time and time again,
24/7, 365,
Had to rewrite my rhymes in a better state a mind,
Cuz yo, im running outta time.
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(Verse 1)
Just one of those grey rainy Days,
Fitted cap, and a grey north face.
I let the raindrops pave the way.
Waiting for the bus, 106 on delay.
I hop on, head to the back.
So Chill as I go down Beacon Ave.
Pull the line, but thas old news
Hop out Chinatown, whats the move?
I dont know, prolly grab a cup coffee,
I like it sweet and brown, not salty.
Times move fast not tryna be old.
Shit, with this rain I hope I dont catch a cold.
Catch the 14, up Jackson.
Came all the way down from Henderson.
So much puddles, around the place.
Just one of those, rainy daze.
(Chorus) 2x
Just one of those grey rainy Days,
Fitted cap, and a grey north face.
A wet sky in the middle of the day.
With so much heat you gotta love the rain.
(Verse 2)
The rain fall down, wash away the pain,
Alleviates the stress in my chest and my brain.
I feel good even tho i got problems.
Cuz one day i know im finna solve em.
I head to my homies house, say wassup.
We both came a long way growing up.
I got his back, like im supposed to,
Cuz i know he got mine too.
Then we hop on that 2k,
Reminisce about times in the old days.
6th grade, those were the times.
Always gotta special place, in my mind.
We go grab food, Ezell's chicken.
So damn bomb, its finga licken.
This feeling, aint nothing better.
Rainy daze, I love this weather.
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(Verse 1)
Straight from the motherland, rhymes stay never bland.
Pen and pad with a mic in my other hand.
In a world where you get shot by police,
Im catching bullets in the belly of beast.
I Pour my pain on the page, tryna find the light.
With so much dark its kinda hard to stay right.
All the madness got me going insane,
But I got the margin to keep me in place.
This song goes out to all the homies in pain,
Keep ya head up cuddy, its a new day.
Steady grind, sweat going down ya face.
Gotta work hard so you gotta get paid.
At times, reality hits.
Got Bills to pay when you broke and shit.
But everyday im happy anyway,
Spread love is the southend way!
(Chorus) 2x
Despite the pain, we feel good,
Keep ya head up, like how ya should.
Just smile even tho we got problems
Cuz one day you know you finna solve em.
(Verse 2)
When the song play, you know we dont stop.
Always play the track for the whole block.
Yo its hip hop, not the wack raps.
If the rhyme is dope I don't care about the fat stacks.
Fuck the money, being broke don't bother me.
Release good quality is my only policy,
Honestly, wack raps are so inconvenient.
To be the best you gotta be a lyrical genius.
And believe me, my word is bond,
Put a mic in my hand and we got it going on,
Take a minute, take a breath,
Release all the stress in ya chest that you kept.
I got plenty of things in my mind,
But I, get better by writing hella rhymes.
All the time, I feel awesome.
When i wake up in the morning like fuck all my problems!
(Chorus) 2x
Despite the pain, we feel good,
Keep ya head up, like how ya should.
Just smile even tho we got problems
Cuz one day you know you finna solve em.
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(Hook) 2x
Sundown, west side, lay back.
All my boys in the hood go way back.
206 Yo I do it for the town,
There Aint nothing better when we hanging and its sundown.
(Verse 1)
Sundown, sunsets on the west,
Feel the best, yo I say it from my chest,
skate park all the homies doing flips,
I got the Kool-aid and a couple bag of chips.
Ay, we be chillen everyday,
Gotta couple sodas in the trunk and some Gatorade.
10 bucks got so much potential,
Hit the red apple maybe cop a daily special.
(Verse 2)
its the weekend, Hit the shell on beacon,
Hungry Filipinos the crispitos what in seeking,
Maybe go to Jefferson, lyrical comparison,
Hit the 106 to the south down to Henderson.
Maybe go to Jackson, kick it in the CD,
Make my way down to Chinatown, with my Green tea,
Shit whatever, I'm down to do whatever,
Chill in any weather cuz nobody do it better.
(Hook) 2x
Sundown, west side, lay back.
All my boys in the hood go way back.
206 Yo I do it for the town,
There Aint nothing better when we hanging and its sundown.
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Theomatic Seattle, Washington
Theomatic is a Filipino American rapper, producer, DJ, and visual artist based in South Seattle, WA.
Theomatic currently resides on the island of Oahu, Hawai'i.
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