SOLACE Productions.

Me and my dude 'Brandon' are makin' rhymes.
Help me out/Finish the raps, and rate this shit.


Two stray kids in the 219.
Chokin' on a bowl, just the pass the fuckin' time.
All we can afford, is a blunt at a time.
But it got us through, all we wanted was to shine.
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I just made this shit up outta' nowhere, ahha.

solace, exploded outta no where
fuck yo bitch onna chair
physke, that to much hair.
pussy beat, like medium rare.

i thought it might be nice.
but dawg, thats to much lice.
lookin like some shrimp fried rice

not gonna trip, cause your girl aint down
im not laughin, cause i left that house
with a frown.
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Futuristic walk with that futuristic talk.
Future millionaires with them futuristic thoughts.
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Lil man on my Bieber.
Godamn, do you see her?

From what I see, just maybe.
I'll be able to call that one my baby.

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Solace music, man we got that fire shit.
7 shots fired, but only 5 shots hit.

That shit couldn't drop me, I'm still the fuckin' same.
And now I'm laughin', hahaha, too hard to tame.

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One two three time zoom to the 6.
Solace music like a bomb, bout' to explode with no Tix.
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We come from the underground, the underground like where the basement is.
It's the 219, little City, people have a hard time facin' it.
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Theres this girl named mackenzie, and we really like eachother.
We just sat against the wall all night and talked and held hands, got close to kissing about 100 times lol.
But we didnt wanna rush anything, and i wrote this rap for her.
Its pretty much how it all went, she said she really liked it,.


Started with a question
I had a suggestion

"Can you hold my phonee"
In that pretty ass tone
Shit i shouldda known

would be more than friends
she's nice, it all depends.

Holdin hands all night,
Honestly, I had no freight.

So close, about to kiss.
Prayin i didnt miss

Holdin hands, 8 hours past
monrning at last

hate to see you go, hate to see

you leave.
but a left hand held, is all i

really need.

over a week has passed, and non

stop talkin.
Don't wanna talk to much, make it

feel like im stalkin.

All im tryin to say is that you

mean the world to me.
All I want is for me and you, to

fun, free(:

3/10.
Tbh pot isnt all that cool.

3? Ouch.
And it's not all about being 'Cool'
All that shit is true, not just sayin' it to be cool.