Paradise

by Dirty Needles

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1.
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!
2.
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
3.
Quake 02:52
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
4.
4-Matic 02:22
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
5.
Work 04:05
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
6.
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!
7.
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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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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