Rap Sessh | Teen Bubbler

Local musicians and sound engineers from the Media Lab at Central Library like to challenge Madison teens to express themselves in a positive manner through lyrics and music.

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Now

Now.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

Now they really wanna talk that crap,

And now I’m comin’ back with them bars right so correct me now.

Now I’m comin’ with that shit, shit,

Now I’m bout to come back with that heat, alright.

Now we comin’ now we did it,

now I know what the heck I did.

I came in now I’m sittin’,

doin’ time in the prison.

And they call this little kid prison,

That’s an agreement.

Now I’m bout to go out make my family proud now.

Now I’m bout to come back out and get up back with school now,

Man I’m bout to do my grades,

Get A+ and that’s good.

Now I may not be the greatest in this rap,

You know I’m bout to do that better when I’m going through my head now.

Now I’m bout to think of everything that I did,

I’m bout to change it so I can do better in my life.

Now everybody talking ‘bout that trappin',

Now I’m about to end it.

Now I’m about to go and get a job,

And do it all again.

I walk over to my house,

and make my family impressed.

[inaudible],

[inaudible].

Now I know that I have a sister,

Ain’t that surprise.

Now my sister ain’t the best person,

to my...

Now they say how bad I messed up,

It ain’t come rollin' back.

I wanna say you wrong,

So I’m ‘bout to prove you all wrong.

Now I’m bout to go back to the family,

Back in to crib I’m ‘bout to make it all happen like a dream now.

Now they wanna talk about me,

Talkin’ all that mad crap.

You know I can’t say that in this rap,

So its kind of hard to save that.

So I’m ‘bout to finish it off,

with this really mad rap.

I know I didn’t do the best,

But I know at least I tried now.

End Of Them Days

End Of Them Days.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

Okay,

alright.

Let’s do it,

let’s do it.

I need stop skippin' class and go home do what I’m supposed to be doin’,

need stop putting all this smoke in my lungs it ain’t good for you and you know it.

It’s makin' me die slowly,

I can’t barely breathe.

I got really bad asthma,

I need stop smoking all this weed.

I need to stop skippin’ class,

do more work and get my grades.

I’m tryin' to graduate on time,

I’m tryin’ to do what I’m supposed to be doin’.

My mama, need to make her proud,

she want me to come home now.

And it ain’t even gonna happen,

cause I keep makin’ all the bad decisions.

And doin’ what I’m doin’ here, too,

stop skipping class.

And into the home,

I got this bracelet on my leg.

I don’t want to do this,

I got court every other week.

They telling’ me if I don’t get it together,

I’m gonna stay in this jail.

I don’t want to be in jail,

I’m locked up right now 20 days.

I know its only 20 days,

I got a job I got school.

I got goals in my life,

I don’t want to keep skipping class.

I’m trying to get my grades up,

and what I’m doin’ it ain’t good work.

I need stop skipping class, need stop smokin’ dope, need just go home,

need to make my momma proud, do what I’m supposed to be doin’, and get home.

I’m gonna do what I do,

it’s the end of them days.

It’s the end of them days.

it’s, its the end of them days.

Play It Safe

2015.32.3.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

I’ve been locked up for a minute,
I’ve gotta get it ‘cus broke niggas make poor decisions.
I’m just tryin’a make a livin’,
stack my money to the ceiling.
I came from nothing,
most a y’all don’t know the feelin’.
Ain’t got a letter from my girl she be trippin’,
Ain’t got a letter from my girl she be trippin’,
I swear most a y’all don’t know the feelin’.
When somebody say they run wich you.
The whole time they fake.
Most a them I can’t relate to,
so I gotta play it safe.
Mamma always say don’t let ‘em take your plate,
say I just gotta play it safe,
yeah I just gotta play it safe,
I swear I gotta play it safe.
My mamma told me I gotta keep my head up.
I was thirteen I always head my bread up.
I got tired of niggas dissen I got fed up.
Got tired of the fears bro,
thirteen [inaudible] I caught my first case,
I swear to God it was cray.
An’ I just bust a free style on the end a this bar,
nigga no how I play.
See I’ve been locked up for a minute,
I’ve gotta get it ‘cus broke niggas make poor decisions.
I’m just tryin’a make a livin’,
stack my money to the ceiling.
Ain’t got a letter from my girl she be trippin’
I swear to God I gotta get it.
I swear to God I gotta get it,
I’m a youngn’ and I jus made a poor decision.
Ah.

Do the Time

Do The Time_mixdown-new.mp3

Created by a teen duo during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

Tryin to get out this life,
tryin to see the day of light.
I can't do the time
even though I did the crime.
Now I'm tryin to spit some rhymes
gotta do the time
cause I committed a crime.
Sick and tired of the staff,
they be stayin on our ass.
You know I don't smoke that grass,
you know I be on your ass.

Reach to the Top

Reach To the Top_mixdown.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

I gotta get it,
my brothers they riding with me,
Everytime I leave the house,
I make sure God is standing with me.
And I know my momma,
she told me stay up off that block.
Dudes are selling drugs and fighting,
and they started slangin' shots.
I was just tryin' to too,
just so I could reach to the top.
Make sure my momma had food in her fridge,
and shes goin' shop.
Dudes be hatin' on me,
man I swear to God that need to stop.
I be gettin' money when I shop,
I don't look at the cost.

Can't Keep Losin'

Can't Keep Losin_mixdown.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

I feel like everything's a test,
but I gotta do my best.
Cause you already know,
I can't end up like the rest.
So I gotta keep movin',
movin'' movin' movin'.
And I gotta keep groovin',
groovin' groovin' groovin'.
And I can't keep losin',
losin' losin' losin'.

Shelter

Shelter_mixdown.mp3

Created during a 90-minute workshop with local artist, Rob Dz.

I'm going to prove everybody wrong,
That's the reason that I wrote this song.
That I'm not a menace to society,
I'm a good boy no need for anxiety.
I can change the tone and live in my own home,
To get to the point....
Irritated, cause nobody knows where I am,
Cause I can't tell no one where I'm at.
Cause I can't go home for a week,
I'm stuck here in shelter.
Peace.

Rap Sessh.