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I'm a full time, all season roofer, but I can do pretty much any type of art you give me. Flash, music, paints, pencils, you name it, I can probably do it. I rap under the name Ratrap now. Check my tunes.

Ratrap @RoobyKillAll

Age 35, Male

Flat roofer

Canada

Joined on 10/12/04

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^^^ Wtf?!

Deleted! lol

Oh so that's the way my album cover goes
People lookin' now then as another one floats
Like unsinkable boats, steppin' over moats fo sho
So MS Paint aint A grade shit yo, I already know
But I aint about to stray from these painted pixels pics,
These tricks aint for kids so ya bitch ass gotta go.

Ol' Skoo' makin' shit work.

I NEED MORE 0's PLEASE

Way bigger fish to fry man. Hangin' with the g/f again so any 0's coming your way are entirely your own fault in the aftermath of your own demise brah. Sorry2say.

Hey man, hit me up on MSN, I've got an idea.

Aiight deal.

Ok, here's what I've got, I'm still working on tightening some parts up, most notably the final deuce.

Thinking back, imagining how this all became
One, with the world, we feel the beats reverberate through our frame
Before the game, flooded the streets with crack cocaine
It's insane, but it's time to take it back again
Back to our own pasts, through heartbreaks and laughs
But it makes me crash, to see my hatred lash
Out, as the faceless and nameless pass
But I'll make it fast until I take my last gasp

And grasp for consciousness as I pass out alone
The grass on the lawn shifts, I collapse, prone
Face down, inhaling the dirt of the playground
Slides reminiscent of childhoods dreams - on the way down
Never to be remembered, forever dismembered
The cold days of December, snuffing out an ember
Of hope, another dream dun died broke
Decent folk, unaware of the opportunity choked

But tonight, I can see in your eyes
The chance to rise above the clouds up in the skies
Because when I wrote this, many thought it seemed hopeless
But you notice, we just need to focus.

Going to nietzlawe's beat
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/l isten/203367

My lyrics to this coming later.

we sound nothing alike.. but clearly you rap better than me. nice tracks.

lol thanks man. Yeah that's what I've been saying.
"You've sort of got a YoinK sound to ya flow" is what they've said.
Well, this is it folks, me and YoinK saying we don't sound like each other.
Now go drop 5's on both our shit. lol

Working on the second song of the album.
Goes to nietzlawe's beat "Everybody Needs a Hero"
<a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/164311">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/164311</a>

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 1

This is it, driftin' from sins eternal bliss
Runnin' from infernos so bitch it's evident
That I'm the president that burned all
of this through journals and words out the back of my head.
Like verbs said leave ya fuckin' brain dead
So repent ya sins before trucks and trains sped
Over ya layin' on these tracks like eagles spread
Yeah my brain said this and all the people that I've led
March on to war like we stormin' Dunkirk shores
Start blastin' radio lead if they ignorin' or bored
So I thirst for more worlds to explore so what's left in store
So what's next through second bests and bullet proof doors
That I just so happened to have a set of keys for

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 2

So get back 'cus what I'm packin' aint straps when
These bats go clickity clackin' at ya back for sure
Bustin' off ya cap for thinkin' yall can make it fuckin' rappin'
But what I imagine is me standin' there fuckin' laughin'
Money never havin' it I'm grabbin' it for hash and cess
So that's what's best to protect me from the rest
it's just better than any other bullet proof vest
So who's foolin' who next and who's cool enough
To step in my general direction when even my reflection
Can wreck sons leavin' dead men hung high strung
Without ever usin' a gun to teach you cowards a lesson
Like my hours been about stressin' only guessin'
What's best for them, the people put their trust in
The steeple overhead so blessed, I got a little question
Which way should I be runnin' or should I be havin' fun
Or should I be raising a daughter or a son?

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 3

Get back to real life, a drink of water on my tongue
Feels nice because I been sittin' in the sun
So spice but at some point we gotta bite the slug
So we fightin' thinkin' it's right and livin' life like thugs.
Now see the light when you mistaken brain on drugs
That pull and tug when you in pain, poppin' perkasets
That hurt ya chest and fade your touch.
Like this blade I clutch its covered in rust
As it hovers above verbs and words with benevolent trust.
So who's tellin' us what then and who the Hell do they cuff
When freedom of speech can never be crushed
But that means these little people can bluff
And get treated as equals and act real tough
Behind a microphones muff so enlightened
But ya frightened when I get ya in my sights then brah.
And to think all you had to do was show a homie some love.

Chorus

Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.
So what the fuck is right then
Dyin' for what they wanna fight against
This might just be a little frightening
So I bring something more enlightening
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys like ebony and ivory.

3rd track to be released for Nickels Dimes and Rhymes. Goes to nietzlawe's beat <a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/207556">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/207556</a>

Chorus

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
Plottin' topics based on tropics
Right now there aint no solvin' this
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold.

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
No one stoppin' this I gotta get
To somewhere tropic, but I got no dough
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold

Verse 1

My entire life has been lived up here
So why retire, grew up as a kid 'round here
Call me a liar but I run the grounds down here
So astounded, fear, you lookin' like a clown this year

As I chow down on permafrosted dirt mounds
My sound hits the town so all must be lost
This must be the cost for a people all talk
As I walk the old block dumbfound and in shock

I chill at the same spots we still remember names for
Simba's hill, Ed store, and where we played paintball
Anyone you knew aint far from the spot that you currently are
Havin' fun on skiidoos and tire tubes y'know I got the scars

Forests we explored in ended up as people storage
Tree houses kicked out without eviction notices
Didn't they give a shit but the system's all for this

Chorus

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
Plottin' topics based on tropics
Right now there aint no solvin' this
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold.

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
No one stoppin' this I gotta get
To somewhere tropic, but I got no dough
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold

Verse 2

I guess we just grown up kids pissed with who's in charge then.
So we stress and object but will they listen or are they snorin'
When we press the subjects by bitchin' or reportin'
But I guess this aint important when its not happening to your kids.

So Winter can be borin' when there's nothing around for us
When it's only people storage, i think should be deported
No entertainment or arcades for these kids to play
So they snortin' cocaine to make it through the day

Extortin' the game just to get a little pay
Exportin' LSA as they all stake their claims
So who the fuck's to blame when it's lust
For this green whether or not it's been cleaned

Chorus

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
Plottin' topics based on tropics
Right now there aint no solvin' this
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold.

Yo yo, so sick of all this snow
I just gotta get up and go fo sho
No one stoppin' this I gotta get
To somewhere tropic, but I got no dough
It's just gonna keep gettin so damn cold

My life.
<a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/171193">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/171193</a>

Chorus

So when we...
Try and stop the way that we live
Do we...?
Stop for casual shit talkin' kids
Can we...
Plot another way without raisin' our glocks
And then...
Can we justify the means to the end on a clock
So when...?
Can these systems mission finally be cleansed
So then...
When we're givin' destined direction to defend
And mend the broken stems of a world at its end...
Defend...

Verse 1

So I walk in the door I don't feel like talkin' no more
So the clock is tic tocin' as I'm layin' on the floor
Go and pick a toxin' poppers poppin' when you are bored
Pain stoppin' mental blocks with a terrible coughin' so sore

Never stoppin' never plottin' how they gonna get outta this
When they're better parts of their esophagus is covered in shit
Just to switch up the weather forecast within their owns heads
So it's just the way I said so I'll just go right ahead and call it the end

My brain has called it quits yo I'm done with givin' in
I'm gonna go out and see what living really is
And maybe one day I'll be fit to raise some kids
So my sight's set on the right path to obtaining all of this

But it's hard sustaining paces when I'm running in this race
'Cus my heart just starts shakin' and breaks my mental state
So sentimental knowin' that I must be Heaven sent yo
I wonder if the president knows since he's been sellin' this so...

Chorus

So when we...
Try and stop the way that we live
Do we...?
Stop for casual shit talkin' kids
Can we...
Plot another way without raisin' our glocks
And then...
Can we justify the means to the end on a clock
So when...?
Can these systems mission finally be cleansed
So then...
When we're givin' destined direction to defend
And mend the broken stems of a world at its end...
Defend...

Family tragedy had to be grabbing me stabbing me
Until I can't breath. Laughing so sadly badly jabbing at me
Crawling on my knees as I plead to reverse what's happened
And rewrite destiny, but it's best to be what I'm trusted to be

And I'm glad to be who I'd hoped I would be so please
Back up cut off from society this is my main propriety
So if you think I'm lying this time through these nickels
And these dimes through fly rhymes well I guess that's fine

But never get in front of what is destined to be mine
And whether this will test me to my limits I will climb
Up to Heaven with a rope made of entwined vines
Second chances are hard to find practically divine

So up out this place I will make my own way
I will take my own days that the system took away
And leave all of this where it lays
No matter what the pay I'm doin' this today so...

Chorus

So when we...
Try and stop the way that we live
Do we...?
Stop for casual shit talkin' kids
Can we...
Plot another way without raisin' our glocks
And then...
Can we justify the means to the end on a clock
So when...?
Can these systems mission finally be cleansed
So then...
When we're givin' destined direction to defend
And mend the broken stems of a world at its end...
Defend...

Steve Guzzi runnin' up in internet hoodie
Cleverless, would he push us to makin' flash movies
Moving to these beats got my ass up fuckin' cruising
But this shits on short fuses when these tracks ya been abusing

Music doin' what ya like up in our fuckin' movement
I think ya stuck and stupid thinkin' you can do this
Playin' a fools game stuffin' up with the cool kids
Who the fuck is this touchin' war-spawn's shit

You're gone and that's it bluffin' war song bliss
You're wrong ya bitch and ya don't know shit
About how all of this exists so if ya wanna persist
And submit shit spewin' from ya lips ya slipped

Because the rappers beat makers
Takin' you down to see the fuckin' undertaker

No I'm never quittin' heavy hittin'
Wit my steady spittin' fillin levies
Ready to be dumpin' flow so tenderly
oh so cleverly jumpin' ahead of ya see,

WURRZ MAH MONIE MAN?! lol, are you even home yet?

YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE!

Where's the passion we once had?

It's like we live SEPARATE LIVES now broseph. I gave you your fuckin' money today honey 'cus y'know I got paid homie if ya wondering.

You know I carry you around on my left arm for the rest of my life anyways.

Within those speakin' fake shit outta thier teeth
Fuckin' shoutin at me please take a second to breath
And think about what's been said in these beats
Count 'em 1 2 3 and that's the resurrection ya see

With my Smith and Wesson walkin' the streets
No need for any other protection spendin' my green
Tryin' to mend a world of fiends so surrender
to correction of my pen between these leens

Stop harassing me on Newgrounds or I'm going to have to report you.

Stop harassing me in real life or I will get the police involved.

Don't make me use those handcuffs on you again.

Because I will.

I fucking will.

>:\

Okay ;)

Yo y'know I'm walkin' on these streets
So I flow as I'm talkin' on these beats
Shuffle with these feet lookin' for food to eat
And all the people that I see thinkin' I'm a freak

As hope gets bleak when it's dope I seek
To cope with weeks of folk like police
Try and be governor of people like me
So please, these sunburns from this heat

That these crazy people speak
Makin' me turn the other fuckin' cheek
Until I'm duckin' from a piece
Tucked in a hopeless kid's jeans

So the only way I can focus
Is if I hold these, smokin' P's
Tokin' out my history, chokin'
Up some mystery of the past me

And i wonder if it's ever gonna last
And should I fuckin' blast another number
Fast as I can before my luck goes under
Like my mother, duck and cover

Stuck asunder in a world above her
And though I love her,
What about her son's hurt
Between her and my father, suffer

So I'm standin' at the corner
Plannin' on landin' in former
Ways I'm stormin' to scorn those
Born to roast this torn world

Going to wyze-stingray's beat Reflections

<a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/195602">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/195602</a>

As I'm walkin' down my old street
Passin' people talkin' I keep movin' my feet
Never stoppin' or pausin' 'cus I'm fluent to beats
And these cliques of new kids are ruined

Just fuckin glued to the flavor of the week
Seekin' new shit to do then, bustin' up with razors
Snuffin' up their paychecks, lustin to feel okay or
just feel nothin' at all... Until they lay there fuckin dead in the hall.

So I take a little break from it all
Takin' a drag from a cigarette
as I fiddle and stall appropriate calls
For help, vigorously tryin' not to fall

Victim to the world around me
Wishin' my girl astounding
Would come on down see,
'Cus she listens when i talk about my surroundings,

Mostly my fucked up sibling ruining my grounds
Please, suck it up and get on going bro
'Cus you bound for disaster but he aint listening
And only just now I found my master key

To get this shit happening.
Blasting past tragedy
As I begin to forget the past me.
Deep within' I'm laughing now

As I'm passing by I plow
These children down
All gasping for air now
Drowning in fucking pairs... wow.

Marching by I stare down frowns
I don't care how they try and tare
My sound and though it aint fair
How they fuckin' took my town

I just take a look around
And shake my head,
It pounds, raped by the clowns
Mistaken this for thinkin' they found

Another way replacin'
A good pay with hellbound days...
I wonder if what I say would find its way
To one of these kids I pray and change them...
Just maybe.

Now get the fuck out of my house.

bro its not the voice its the up n down flow, like u almost got it right, but its still a lil annoying

Fuck robo-rap. Listen to some Astronautilis, Input, or Tonedeff. I refuse to rap monotone. If you listen to each pitch it follows the rhyme scheme. It's not just random.

When the pimps in the crib ma

Fo sho?

@ Evil Jesus

DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT

I was totally going to type that but I thought it may be the wrong song. :/

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