Looking for a Rap Singer to work with a beat

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• ผู้ชนะ: Mak53

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I need a talented rapper who can rap and record lyrics for a song that I'm producing. It is important that you pronounce English well and have a good flow, record your idea with the best possible quality to send it to me.

Lyrics: Shadowplayers (Valencia)

Valencia, It’s a Joy Division kind of place
Roman ruins, punk rock, romance, and a beach.
Genteel ladies putting on a fine face
Cockroaches, buff beach boys, Barbies on bleach.

Less people than piercings, tattoos, and tags.
Truly the world capital for bike rentals
Meth mad club dancers, sand, coke, rice, and rags.
Vegan girls in batik, sun-soaked lentils

Lead by Visigoths, most emo of goths,
Post ruin, resuscitated by Islam
Then El Cid & silk woven into cloths.
Jews, expulsion, empíre and psalm

Napoleon, Gloria, Franco, biker king.
The brights are blinding here; as eye pressed torches.
darks so dark Anish Kapoor is buying.
plague city, then and now, sulking in porches.

Valencia burns, sunshiny nice every day
Melting 999 ice cream parlors
Sweat baubles drenching foreheads, hills to quay
Sun sizzles hand-carried dogs, little snarlers.

Valencia burns, Fallas, Phoenix fire.
A smokey renewal Tipexes the past.
It forgives, sun washes sin, all a pyre.
impenetrable in-crowds and outcasts

shadow players play inside for a price
In non-ice cream parlors, shady deals abound
Corruption is as prevalent as the rice
A socarrat of vice, beneath holy ground.

Rita’s sandcastles, bribes, outright theft
Correa’s Correo of envelopes, “Rus Coño”.
You’d be Popular too with graft’s heft,
patriarch and weather without otoño.

Valencia I love you. This I confess.
not a sweet puppy love, flowering bud
a rabbit and snails, gnarled grizzled mess.
Visceral, pigs ears, eel, boiled blood.

I love the shadowplay, mad light ballets.
Echoes of laughs swirling through alleys
Waves of voices, squares & cafes
ups and downs of dry Turia valleys

Scruffy Carmen, hip Ruzafa, Mercat.
Eixample, Benimaclet, El Cabanyal
Mestalla, Land of the Generalitat
La Seu, from the quiet to the social.

Patchwork of graffiti and ancient walls.
gingerbread curves Estacio del Nord
Fancy marble, neoclassics, Mercat Colon.
Miguelete, architectural cheese board.
So much of it still here so much so gone

Con gas before the Marquis de Dos Aguas
Light fall through ribs of Mercado Central
Sausages and processions de Pascuas.
Someday we’ll win against Barca & Real.

I saunter from sketchy to marble-clad.
Facade drunk, muscle fed muscles, Church high
Sand in toes, heart in throes, head Sciences mad.
Orange pink sunsets, a diamond-cut sky.

Vermut inhaled, Figatell fed, belly full.
Esgarrat drenched, sauced in the now.
From a world full I’m now in its pull.
Valencia soaks synapses in wow.

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