Paradise

by Dirty Needles

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This project was a labor of love. Kollectiv provided the sonic canvas and I used my words as the paintbrush.

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released March 8, 2019

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Dirty Needles Cleveland, Ohio

Born and raised in Youngstown, Ohio, Dirty Needles - born Robert Simpson - is a Hip-Hop artist whose music is guided by the trials, tribulations, and triumphs which have landed him where he is today. Now living in Cleveland, the 38-year-old rapper blends introspective reflection with self-deprecating humor to cultivate a relatable, entertaining style that sets him apart from others in his class. ... more

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Track Name: Paradise (feat. DJ Mrok)
I’m the living embodiment of a supernova
Venomous Cobra I’m striking at your jugular vein
Sending your brain into a toxin-induced coma
My heart is colder than Nova Scotia in October
I’ll turn any cypher into a hostile takeover
And rearrange your crib like an extreme home makeover
Switch you out of your vehicle like a layover
I’m plowing a Range Rover right into a Trump supporter
Took his MAGA hat spray-painted it black
Took a dump in it wiped my ass with it and then I gave it back
He’s a maniac zany insane Brainiac
I’m packing a Mac and you lame rappers are who I’m aiming at
Mention my name in a rap and it’s a wrap
Saran? More like a sarcophagus in South Africa buried under a shack!
I’m taking it back like the front seat in a Cadillac
I’ll take it back like that jacket I should’ve left on the rack
Take it back like H&M if you didn’t rip off the tag
I’m what’s missing in rap please believe it
I’ll never fall off like the leaves in Autumn season
Rap is the ignition and I’m trying to stick the keys in
A legend in the making trying to hump on Chrissy Teigen
I’m squeezing the trigger on a verbal assault rifle
No metaphor needed I’m literally here to snipe you
I got an eyeful in my scope and I’m gonna light you
The fuck up and describe your whole demise in a haiku
Stepped in the ring, tried boxing with the God
Got his fucking head blown off thanks for coming to my Ted Talk
Inbox special delivery
We’ll pass your girl around in the car like the auxiliary
Superpredator serving competitors like Rodger Federer
No one is better than the 14th letter
He’s a monster with the pencil
Bragging about a pistol you wouldn’t draw with a stencil
Torrential brainstorming over any instrumental
Dr. Phil would tell you I’m fucking sick in the mental!
Track Name: AfterThought (feat. DJ Mrok)
They said he couldn’t rap all of my life I’ve been fighting for some validation
Mike Tyson reincarnated
When I’m writing I’m inciting a fucking riot
If you dug into my mind there’s no denying, I’m hard-wired
Out of the ordinary ambidextrous with my vocabulary
Insecurities, I’m leaving dead and buried
Beneath the surface, my purpose for penning verses
Isn’t for preaching sermons my soul isn’t for purchase
I’m jotting every thought while I’m gazing at Lake Erie
And when I’m finished my goal is for everybody to hear me
Despite cultural bias, I write for all the outsiders
Get ready for it I’m about to open your mind wider

Rap game afterthought Hip-Hop pariah
I refuse to conform and make money my messiah
I'm freeform blow hard flow like fire
Don't be mad UPS is hiring

I remember being aggravated and agitated on how these motherfuckers hated
On any music that wasn’t east coast related
Now, I’m flipping it on its backside coming rougher than rawhide
No matter the weather I’m a still shine
So, you can take it or leave it I’m pouring all I have
In every single paragraph as if it was my very last…
Breath if only I could bottle up this feeling
Of apathy and not giving a shit about any opinion
When it comes to my art I must admit it
Sometimes I’m super sensitive and I tend to forget
That my worth isn’t defined by a rating from a critic
I’m nice and you can eat a bag of dicks if you ain’t feeling it

Rap game afterthought Hip-Hop pariah
I refuse to conform and make money my messiah
I'm freeform blow hard flow like fire
Don't be mad UPS is hiring

He’s nice for an Ohioan bitch I’m nice period
When I stand behind this Mic I demand to be taken serious!
My artistry is part of me Ohio is the artery
Pumping the inspiration out of my heart into harmony
I’m in a zone, headphones blaring my theme music
I’m motivated by people who said I couldn’t do it
I took it and used it as billboard material
And made a mountain out of an opinion so trivial
Got me feeling like Dre 3 stacks back in 94
Going off the dome on stage at The Source Awards
Fuck your area code and your residence
Ohio’s in the building and I’m Dirty is here to represent

Rap game afterthought Hip-Hop pariah
I refuse to conform and make money my messiah
I'm freeform blow hard flow like fire
Don't be mad UPS is hiring

10,000 hours I’ve spent animalistic
My penmanship is limitless lyrically I’m dismissing this…
Notion of most improved when I was nice from the beginning bitch!
I’m shaking up the game like Parkinson’s
A novelist slash arsonist piping hot confidence I emit
My poetry is going in places you can’t predict
These rappers gaslighting online can eat a dick
And if you wanna to rattle my cage you better pray I’m padlocked in it
Track Name: Quake
Turn the volume up a smidgen
I’m about to push the speakers in my car to the limit
I got my iPod and I'm perusing through the playlist
When the beat drops, you’ll hear it from a 10-mile radius
Speakers going hammer pissing off my white neighbors
They wouldn’t have an issue if I were bumping Slayer
Instead of Redman being loud as fuck
You’d of thought there was a concert inside of my trunk
Well, technically it is
Stomping like a silverback gorilla when I maneuver the whip
Obnoxious when I play that 2Pacalypse I admit
I do it for the audio hobbyist of this shit

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble

I got tremendous knock when I’m beating down the block
Neck cranking to the beat hope my speakers don’t pop
The sound is thunderous you’re gonna succumb to this illustrious
Production provided by The Kollectiv he’s the hungriest
Producer as far as I’m concerned, we’re decimating
Every radio station with no hesitation
You’ve heard the rumbling my whip is pummeling I’m coming with
Some shit that’s humbling you couldn't run from it I’m rupturing your eardrum
Turn the volume up louder
It’ll knock the tiling off your fucking wall in the shower
The amperage could rival “The Hulk” in pure power
Bring your stock around my block and prepare to get devoured

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble

When I’m rolling in my ride it’s like time stood still
Got me nodding my head while I’m gripping the steering wheel
Nothing else matters when I got that Tribe blaring
I’m so zoned out I didn’t notice people staring
In amazement feeling it vibrate throughout the pavement
And you’re so overwhelmed with excitement you can’t contain it
If it ain’t banging chances are I ain’t playing it
Pass me the aux off GP I’m blazing it
The bar I’m raising it when it comes to this 808
I’m cranking the bass without the worry of a noise complaint
I’m just cruising I’m battering and bruising
The fucking subwoofer with trunk-rattling music

Foot slamming on the pedal rock harder than heavy metal
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Bass kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
Track Name: 4-Matic
I’m a Tyrannical Animal psychologically I’m Hannibal
I’m surgical when I’m putting letters together like Scrabble
Fly over your head without a fucking Leer Jet
When I take off with centripetal force you couldn’t offset
The effect of my rhyme with a simple math equation
I’ll buck fifty a rapper with multiple lacerations
Flambé him and leave him vanquished on the pavement
And put his fucking ghost in a box Peter Venkman
I’m the dirtiest nerdiest individual
From the punchline of scrimmage I’m Strahan when I’m blitzing you
Pin-Point Precision these bars are not missing you
One rhyme and it’ll feel like the force of Thor hitting you

Time is illmatic static like wool fabric
Time is illmatic pack a 4-Matic and crack your whole cabbage

I walked up in the booth with some big dick energy
How I keep it tucked in my pants remains a mystery
On bended knee, your girl was praying to it like a deity
I had her on stomach down low like a centipede
A microphone philosopher penning arrogance
I couldn’t fake humility when I know I’m better than…
Most of the fucking playing field and that’s a rough estimate
Sanctified rhymer every flow I spit is heaven sent
Lord help him his cerebellum is malevolent
A hard cranium makes for a soft rectum
Alphabetical proctologist my philosophy
Is shoving a foot right up your ass colonoscopy
I’m an oddity oddly enough
I’ve done so much bodily harm to rappers I’m shocked I’m not shackled in cuffs
So when I squeeze the verbal 44 at these mofo’s
It’ll flatline all of them like an underscore

Time is illmatic static like wool fabric
Time is illmatic pack a 4-Matic and crack your whole cabbage
Track Name: Work
I’m spending every single fucking hour writing in the basement
Going over creative punchlines and dope cadences
Seeing what I can make of it and if it’s mediocre I’m erasing it
The mind of a writer never complacent
My pen is a tsunami bodying beats is a hobby
If a rapper talking sloppy, I’ll fold him like origami
Acknowledge me as possibly one of the best to do it
This is more than music I am writing a movement
I’m galvanizing the youth through the metronome
And if I miss the target, at least I’m hitting close to home
They think I’m only on some rappity rap shit
They said I need to throw some more swag in my adlibs
They claim that what I say is going over their head
Like Sara Jay’s leg when she’s getting pounded in the bed
But, I’m more than just a rapper I’m a vessel of hope
And I pouring myself in every single word that I wrote

All I do is put in work all I do is go berserk
All I do is push a pencil till my fucking hand hurts
All I do is give 100 and I go beyond the limit
And I didn’t come to lose I’m a motherfucking winner
All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work

I’m doing music for the love of the art
And I didn’t come for the cash I wanna capture your heart
And I’m daydreaming in deep thought
Thinking about the time I wanted to restart…
My whole journey
That was foolish of me for thinking that I could be
Something different than destiny provided I was kind of naïve
I was yearning for a past that wouldn’t haunt me
Then I noticed that’s what molded me into a top-notch emcee
This is the reason why I keep a pen moving
Maneuvering through these blue lines and I’m improving…
With every waking moment see I’m growing as a poet
And my hope is that my composition would rival Beethoven
See, I’m shooting for a galaxy that’s beyond rap
I got love for Trap
But, I ain’t on that
I’m Chef Gordon when it comes to recording
I’m serving up that Soul Food Flow audio nourishment

All I do is put in work all I do is go berserk
All I do is push a pencil till my fucking hand hurts
All I do is give 100 and I go beyond the limit
And I didn’t come to lose I’m a motherfucking winner
All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work

It was written for me to be victorious
And I’m a kick the door off the hinge word to Notorious, no more ignoring us
I write for all the people that yearn for lyricism
Everybody can hear it, but few choose to listen
Now the game is ran by these pseudo hipsters
Who didn’t know the culture and yet they’re trying to convince us
That taking pride in honing your craft isn’t commendable
You use a multi-syllable, chances are they’re condemning you
Saying some shit about being a lyricist is boring
And they wonder why we say the rap game isn’t rewarding
Half of the time I’ll craft an internal rhyme
That’ll bind like a knot tied and you’ll look at me like it’s alright
Man, please I had enough of this foolery
I refuse to coon it up and perpetuate buffoonery
If real is recognized, then I admit you look new to me
Only rapper you know that wouldn’t tuck in his jewelry


All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work
All I do is put in work
Track Name: I Think (feat. Hub City & DJ Mrok)
First things first I’m here for one reason
I’m finger fucking this beat until it starts bleeding
I’m a demon I’m seething I’m seeing red while I’m eating
These little pussies I’m feasting and wilderbeasting
I’m unleashing the Rottweiler inside of me
Create a rhyme with alchemy people are asking, how could he?
Transform the alphabet flow slicker than Valvoline
Mamba mentality on point isosceles
I’m Socrates with murderous philosophies
I’m known to catch a body and bounce no trampoline
He's a calamity, juggle machetes handily
Pass me a ratchet I’m a start blasting it at them rapidly
Another casualty in Amityville
God Dammit he’s real Yosemite Sam for the kill
I’m mentally ILL insanity hand me a pill
Nobody has the mastery to match half of the skill. Little bitch!

I’m track 2 on Stillmatic, you know what that is
I’m packing what you’re lacking, you know what that is
Crack your fruity head on this instrumental
It’s not accidental have you leaking skittles needing some new dentals
Don’t let the glasses fool you no chancing
You know who else wore glasses?
Charles Manson! I’m not here for your entertainment so start dancing
Look up at me like the aliens are landing
I got them bars Guantanamo bay
Sicker than SARS an animal locked in a cage
I’ve survived everything thrown at me and I’m still here
Truth is you’re softer than a build-a-bear
Hub City in your head like some Pantene
Pro V stop acting like you know me
Leave all these whack rappers in a fetal
That’s what you get when you combine me with Dirty Needles
What!
Track Name: Nike Shoebox (feat. Jenvoix)
Back in 8th grade, I used to keep a Nike shoebox
Stashed a few baseball cards under my tube socks
The little bit of money that I earned from my allowance
Was spent within a week at Oasis buying albums
I was getting it not to be confused with moving copious
Amounts of opiates like my associates I never pushed a brick
Let alone a dime or a nickel
And the only crack I cooked is when I rocked an instrumental
Now back to the matter at hand
It’s like a melting pot of everything I loved that only few could understand
I kept some firecrackers and a condom packet
Along with an emblem from the zipper of my starter jacket
Oh, to be a kid again concealing every secret
Like the letter from my ex I hope my mother didn’t read it
It’s more than just a box it was like a time capsule
Of an era I would love to travel back to

Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox

You’ll never know the value of a moment
Until it’s just a memory of a picture that you’re holding
Even on a ticket stub from the first night, you hit a show
With your homies going crazy high fiving in the front row
A feeling that’s unmatched money can’t buy that
When I open this box and I’m taken aback
I remember a period I was writing
On anything I can grab like a napkin from a diner
Some would call it a scroll I would call it an heirloom
I kept it tucked inside of a box up in my bedroom
My father told me not all treasure is simply
Silver and gold, diamonds and pearls or fancy jewelry
It was at that moment I learned a valuable lesson
About treasuring memories over worldly possessions
And now I’m ready for whatever
Things may come and go but memories are forever
Needles!

Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox

When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I’m grown and I’m living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost
When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I’m grown and I’m living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost

Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox

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