This my single ----> "Fruit of the Vale" prod. DJ Infinxte

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You got a nice rap voice :dame:


Let me guess, you're influences are De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest, Little Brother, Mos Def, etc?
:deadmanny: I was thinking the same thing lol- dude has a real nice voice..sheesh. And I don’t need a “pause”, I can say that freely. his voice enhances the song. Good job, OP.
 

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This is good!!! :whoo::ahh:Melodic tempo. You’re talented. Im going to play it when I get in the car, just listened on my phone. But it’s dope so far- talented, lyrical and your rhyme flow. Voice and tone is perfect.

You’re from the Bay Area?? @FruitOfTheVale .. this is impressive. Perfect Saturday afternoon song, that stream of consciousness vibe to it.

:wow: Thank you sis

And yes I am, born and raised.
 

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The lyrics for anyone interested

The tree tops never seen rock-bottom where the beasts walk
I could see the light, but the "rays" what the trees block
How I'm finna shine when the shade covers these blocks?
One eighty-five deuce when the tree cropped
187 proof in the bottom of the bottle, where you solid
'Cause you gotta if you wanna reach the top, just to bubble
It's a lotta people popped, in the struggle
Where the game will break you down, 'til it's not nothing of you
Cycled suicide, living in a riddle
What's a trial to the tried? Limbo in the middle
of the vial, no lies in the circles of Dante
the friars gon fry; the truth's in the proof, 187 for the juice
But 200 for respect, if respect is what you brew
The Fruit of the Vale hangs low for the youth
'Cause the roots of the Vale can't hold up the fruit
Flesh in the city done rotted into wine
The nectar of Nefertiti, sunset, sunrise
Every corner got a vine, you could pick the block dry
But the rain gon' pour on the poor 'til you die
Praying for my freedom on the 4th of July, if only I believed it
4th in the jar of this master OG yet
The word 'round the yard is this grass ain't the greenest
Worked in the turf just to plant my seed but
These fields tryna kill anything still breathing
Angels of the soil been displaced by demons
Raping our soil, now it's paved with cement
Taking our toil, breaking our backs
They claiming our spoils, they saving our scratch
Shaking our trees tryna savor our seeds
They saying to me that it's c'est la vie? Nah
Haters wanna hate on me? Nah
keep it major not omega on me, bwoi
I'm running downslope, no stopping this show
Plus your drummer counts slow, this not your tempo
An underground soul yet I crescendo
Dumb it down? Yo, I got the memo
Run the Town? No, that's not my M.O.
Mothafukk the crown, my plot's the M-O-
N-E-Y, yeah any kind
I count pennies, dimes, dead prezzies, time
You finsta take mine? Better get in line
'Cause word around the grapevine I turn sweat to wine
 
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