Born Loser

by YDS

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Here is the sophomore mixtape under the name YDS. It's pretty much more of a lighthearted take on the events occurring in my life as compared to the more profound and serious sounding RE: Freedom of Thought. It shows a whole lot of progession from my sound, and I continue to keep finding it and myself. Download at your expense and enjoy.

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released July 31, 2015

shoutout to the super dope producers for their awesome beats

Jordeaux
Chris Romero
J Dilla
L. David
memory cards
MKSB
Omito
L David
Dopeboyz Beat

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YDS New Orleans, Louisiana

Grown up with the underdog mentality, I, as YDS, look to showcase to the world that being cool and fitting in is not the most important thing in the world. It's about discovering who you really are and staying true to it while never putting on a facade. I used to try to put on for my city, but now I only put on for me and whoever's with me. I truly hope you enjoy my music and what I have to offer, ... more

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Track Name: smallmind.bornloser. [prod. Jordeaux & Chris Romero]
Small Mind:
I’m under line
mothafuckers think I’m blind
guess I’m small-minded
with a new orleans state of mind
I’mmmmm still fighting till I’m all right
what the fuck you thinking that I talk like

small kid. small city
the end to my finesse ain’t authentic
the crib at the address still all messy
the kinect to my ex still all in it
but I aint playing games here
cause I’m getting what I came here for
I ain’t supposed to be here
but fuck it. still kicking ass when i’m taking these names here
all these other lames swear they got the upper hand
but I’m funny got em dancing and doing the running man
thought I would be dead by now
I did too, but I’m still gone rip you
and anyone you influenced
I’m a straight pound for pound pitt bull
the pound’s full and it’s cruel
I spit drool and crack whips with a pistol
a dead soul and not a muhfuckin dead pool

I’m westside til I’m deadside
what’s a fallen king to an ozai
what’s a human to a super saiyan
and what’s a fire tyrant to a dead eye

still a strong hater but hey man
not really much for me to change that
still scream oh no like wayne track
all I can do is prove that I can rap

Born Loser:
Late night inspiration stays coming from a different place
like how much I really let get to me bout how many victories I get to taste
or how many friends that I’ve yet to lose?
or how many L’s have I seen this week
I’d rather them thoughts be put to use, instead of sucking on my soul like a leech
like here let’s run it through the track with this process nonsense boogie rap
like how many people wanna use me bad and then get upset when I rudely snap
like hey bruh you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
now you wanna talk about me losing with the pen when I used to be the reason you were transporting
but now you wanna transform. think you’re so big but to me you’re ant form
I’m like Hulk-sized you’re ant man you’re only vicious as a tyga who likes tran porn
like please. fuck the calm, bring the storm. let it known, please be warned
that I ain’t playing anymore with this either or. wait hold up. what are you screaming for?
anyways back to the rap back to the track
back to the pick up and gathering of slack
and I apologize to all of you
because I know I have a tendency to back track
oh yeah the storm , when the rain and the clouds hit
I’ll be like Kill la Kill except the outfit
I’ll stay dry like the drought hit
that don’t make sense but go with it, it’s clout, yeah?
anyways, it’s time to go hard
killin with metaphors, similes, bars
weapon of choice is a neumman u87 on a stand and that’s what I’m armed with
execution is lawless. style’s beyonce it’s flawless
just cause I don’t play ball. it’s not like it’s cancer it’s not like I ball less
I’m more like Dick Grayson after he was Robin and he turned into Nightwing
or mad and adjacent to Jason after the Joker struck him and made his light sing
Cause to me there’s no imitation especially no invitation to my dream
but life’s just a game huh? I’m like Kirito and y’all are gonna fear me when I’m fighting
I was Born a Loser but I swore the future was a new time
after putting on laughter for y’all I looked in the mirror said you shine
and in due time, everything will fall in place but until then I’m evolving straight out this loser face
Track Name: Heir Waves (feat. Wavy) [J Dilla Remix]
see lately I've been working on rapping like more chill/
tryna get it popping like my name was orville/
I'm a one man syndicate, keep sound intricate/
I'm the reason that your girl doesn't wanna be intimate/
and that one dude that is all up on your news feed/
posting all these weird things tryna reach a huge dream/
looking to the stars skywalker/
high class star wars geek; highwaters/
cause I'm a nerd slash hero slash everything you wish you were/
white girls quoting me on tumblr like capitular/
I am up to no good I solemnly swear/
and like the godson that said it I'm a novelty clearly/
so what's the deal here. none of these teens can compare to me/
and the ones that can minimum barely/
I mean my rapping has been MIA/
but while I was studying the rule has been Ivan terribly/
and all my peers are tryna get high like aviation/
and all the asians only hang around with only asians/
and I don't want to. I guess that makes me lonely asian/
the fact these are the things I ponder bout it makes me crazy/
a litle anxious. still a little nervous/
antisocialite and extra introvertive/
but with a purpose, I'm solely working/
playing xbox but still showing you why I deserve it/
I interpret Imma dumb knowledgeable prick/
sponsorable and intolerable kid/
with an uncharted infinite never ending hitlist/
killing MC's is a hobby I'm addicted/
but see the problem is I never finish/
procrastinating making excuses is why I've reached these baby limits/
and on a daily I've been alienating myself/
from tryna be a threat and the best at this stuff rapping/
but enough of that time for me to finish this/
time to go HAM, jeff. I am done; ventriloquist/
throwing middle digits at anyone; everyone./
when it's all said and done. I'mma be ahead of em/
Imma be the clever one. Imma be the chosen one/
think you young and talented. homie you ain't the only one/
they say you good well I'm better still./
I'm too humble that's why I'm crushing these pedestals/
so inevitable. smooth and incredible/
credulous and credible. for the life of intelligence/
never be some bait or satiating haters/
y'all can not see me like a pair of aviators/
and to rap. I'm a guardian, an angel/
others saying they on, other's saying they made it, but I'm major
Track Name: Disrespectful [prod. YUC beats]
Verse 1:
Listen… Imma disrespectful gentleman
just because my hair’s slicked back and rhyme’s eloquent
don’t get it twisted I’m more wicked than Maflicent
and gracefully executing styles more efficient
than half of you with your shit verses that’s poor written
and mainstream oriented more form fitting
got my sword hitting like I’m star wars driven
making all these lames choke hard with the force grip
still forceful and don’t need a reinforcement
one man with the strength of 300 spartans
ask me if the flow stupid when I get it started
nah just straight savage and fuckin retarded
a master with the engine ears in my ozone
I ain’t got doe still broke like my old phone
but have a kill cam when I kill mans
I’m the type to end your career and film it with a go pro

Chorus:
I keep the peace in the day time
yet I been haunted since day 9
THAT’S EVIL
stay patient in the day time
but my nerves hanging on a grape vine
THAT’S EVIL
but it can’t stay day that ain’t natural
but when the moon hits I’m an animal
THAT’S EVIL
the natural state is what you can’t erase
and I’m the darkness in your soul that you can’t replace
THAT’S EVIL

Verse 2:
I’m loco. normal is a no-go
a bloodstain on the wall is my logo
hallucination no substance needed
only crack is what I speak I ain’t in love with the coco
you claim you ill but you motherfuckers is not sick
more like despicable to me you’re like a Nazi
to all the people with trouble identifying me
Bitch I’m Bruce Lee, so who the fuck is gonna stop me
I’m Tyson and Ali in one body
style’s recognized yet so hard to copy
ain’t nobody know the name yet, so watch me
I’ll spell it out for you. YDS you got me
It’s obvious but hard to see your throne is hard to keep
but to be the rebel is easy. just make you scar and bleed
got a hundred lines. but don’t got a money tree
tryna start a movement like lamar and see
and that’s just how I feel that’s how I keep it real
assassin’s creed. microphone’s my wrist blade and that’s just how I kill
hit you with that 9k power level infinite
punch stronger than hearing that pistol hit

Chorus:
I keep the peace in the day time
yet I been haunted since day 9
THAT’S EVIL
stay patient in the day time
but my nerves hanging on a grape vine
THAT’S EVIL
but it can’t stay day that ain’t natural
but when the moon hits I’m an animal
THAT’S EVIL
the natural state is what you can’t erase
and I’m the darkness in your soul that you can’t replace
THAT’S EVIL
Track Name: Indo [prod. MKSB]
I’m still a mothafuckin pawn, and I ain’t ever gonna upqgrade
because I think what is elite and what is up’s fake
for dumb’s sake. what’s the difference between me and you
than the fact that I’m better, but anyways
I’m a heart beaten soldier. doing his bidding
only side I’m on on is mine. It don’t matter who’s winning
slight grin on my face as I see you dimwits bicker
this ain’t even news. it’s been from the beginning
full blown war occurs for the battle of power
for more ammunition and positions for the tower
for the king. for the top spot. hoping you will not flop
thinking that you got this thing down. you playing hop scotch
your slight skill still doesn’t enable
what you bring to the table remains unstable
this the spacious place of concentration and common hatred
abominations populating whatever the common nature is
I don’t make the rules. I don’t gotta play by them
also don’t mean that I hate to win
I’m just doing this for, me
so why should I enter this game I can’t play within
sticking in my comfort zone where I work best
knowing that I could slaughter any those who will test
and yeah I’ll scream you’re overrated at the top of my chest
cause I’m a wilder beast with that of a monster and lockness
act like I’m not yet. ask why I’m not hot yet
but I got the visions of images that top hotnewhiphop
that’s a tongue twister
back to topic. it consists of young spitters
with a slight hint of ignorance and industry cats
communication intimacies at
try to back track that to any of your fav backpack rap
and see the pattern unwrap like a bad trap
it don’t matter if you don’t have a bad track.
you could have the best bars with the best slap
mix with the best daw and the best MAC
but it’s insignificant if you ain’t big or get cash
it’s almost like you need a buzz to even get a buzz
like how you need a plug to get better drugs
see this circle? this cycle it never ends
I’ve known this. it’s just the dumb me who pretends
when emotions getting in the way
it slows focus and turns brain processes into flowing ocean as they float away
most out of nothing I’m getting.
yet somehow I write the best when I enter depression
I got a bigger obsession with analytics and track statistics
hurt got the wrong person I ain’t massocistic
just slightly self-hating yet narcissistic
with logicI advise you all to get off this dick
I’m saying all these things matter of fact.
truth of the matter is: the truth hardly matters when mad
ain’t nothing matter but the grips that you attempt to get a hold on
need some luck to pull a rabbit out of the hat
it’s confessions of a man who can’t even get a thought that he can mold on
instead of tryna find a way to get up out his plateau all the answers are just counterattacks

Track Name: Faded (feat. Romo & Tay Miles)
I’m screaming out one time. one time for a muffhugger.
gotta save one life in this lifetime
all I need is one like on my timeline.
can’t even trip if the time ain’t mine
all I do it for’s the love and the goal
not even the type to lust for the gold
tryna hold tight to the trust in my soul
to the platform I put my knees on (nissan) like a skyline
still speeding through the highway
still got a dark silhouette in my face
still gotta lotta folks shutting down what I say
but I say what is so sure. I will not play
too much time growing into what I hate to be
made mistakes of spilling my feelings fatefully
drowned in my frustrations angrily
gotta let go of the fear that my name could be
Track Name: Young Dead Soul [prod. ///YU]
Verse 1:
Walking down as I click my lightsaber on
A sith lord is what you made me on
hardly 150 but every pound in my weight is strong
you better fear me when you take me on
Imma surprise to you cause I’m something you never heard before
geeked up every time this nerd performs
am I worthy important
is my path crystal clear or distorted
who knows I’m just tryna not be eaten like herbivores
cause in this world, my mind state is an intramural
caged trap feel aged back my mind is still submerged
still immersed still impure, still ain’t really sure
asking on a daily to myself if mind is really yours
or is it everything I’m trying hard not to be
fighting against the natural alignment of the astronomy
it’s like the way the weight of the world’s falling on to me
I’ll fall down and collapse the way it’s ought to be

Chorus:
and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today
when nothing’s going your direction or way
on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate
when all the obstacles are up in your face
gone way low way low
world falling as I say so
burning all the bridges with a paid toll
Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way
let our paths be revealed by them UV rays

Verse 2:
I’m lowkey rap’s bureaucrat mixed fixture spitting pure crack
when half the time can’t find where my words at
fighting demons just a fraction of the worse half
other half’s dealing with this real world earth crap
and people told me work on my craft so I can own it
but thinking about it drives you crazy every waking moment
I’m far from being a master at this
and I ain’t claiming that title I’m just tryna take this fear and hone it
cause I’m struggling. ain’t no one is humble man
turn the whole scene to a smackdown rumbling
attention span is a wrecking plan for the lesser man
if I’m tempt to kill he can try and defend the best he can
running laps around seems no progress
inner conflict with my conscience
I’m just being honest. there’s nothing else to call it
a dead soul is what I am but being young’s the calling

Chorus:
and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today
when nothing’s going your direction or way
on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate
when all the obstacles are up in your face
gone way low way low
world falling as I say
burning all the bridges with a paid toll
Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way
let our paths be revealed by them UV rays

Verse 3:
Now hear me out cause I ain’t won yet
I ain’t done shit. I’m the one these people wanna convict
behind a screen, keyboard, and trackpad
studio monitors, mac, and my backpack
now ask that. who’s the cyborg with the engine
inside of his ears when the rest of you are pretending
built an empire. before I was tempted
to kill and murder my soul, myself, and my zen
sitting inside of this chair, but it’s really feeling electric
fact’s I’m ecstatic with a dark side tension
lightning in my veins. pulse in my hearts replaced
with a beat and thunder rumbling’s my sub's
my real rap won’t be peeled back any longer
you’ll finally hear me for once and feel that
the music that I make ain’t something to appeal masses
it’s all me. real lines. real rap. real facts

Chorus:
and if you feeling like I’m rhyming today
when nothing’s going your direction or way
on a bigger path to something greater than you and your fate
when all the obstacles are up in your face
gone way low way low
world falling as I say
burning all the bridges with a paid toll
Miguel said let the bridges burned light our way
let our paths be revealed by them UV rays
Track Name: bittersweet symphony [prod. Omito Beats]
lost potential in a computer
lost my mind in compression and EQin
de-essing, delaying, and reverb
somehow the nerd of this music, still see hurt
been playing teacher and unsung hero
making sure the decibals never going above zero
got my fingers hurting. hardly sleeping. hardly eating
got my mind running in different directions I’m trying to stop from leaving
now if you think it’s easy to be, your own mixer
that’s if you ain’t working for a living
think it’s perfect I ain’t get it. what’s it matter to me
I’m just an engineer. my path should be clear as can be
clear as the see. clear as the sky
I should be aiming for that mountain high
grammy winning award for best sound just to be that guy
when really I’m tryna be that guy
slade wilson unmasked it’s death stroke. now don’t forget the y
young

been working. get that mix complete
all to earn so that I can eat
been thinking if this life is even fit for me
want it for myself. it’s that bittersweet symphony
this that bittersweet symphony
been thinking if this life is even fit for me
all to earn so that I can eat
until then I’m working to get that mix complete

tracking vocals. hardly running tracks
making others glo. I’m hardly finding where my money’s at
thinking now I’m grown. I should worry bout my own
never learned the lesson that I can not do it all alone
I’ve been rapping this hard
but lately I feel like mufasa as he’s battling scar
though I know it’s my fault cause I was too dumb and gave in
and put others fore’ me. no performance. no art
coming straight through my fingertips
pure blood and frustration
but time can’t be made up with compensation
I’ve been tryna squeeze in to the conversation. it’s obvious
And clear to me. no one gives a damn concerning my creations
like yeah I know I’m crazy. I ripped my whole damn heart out.
and put it on a track like ain’t that something maybe
I’m running low on toleration and patience
and I’ve been working like a slave. I hope I’m free
before the day I’m hanging

been working. get that mix complete
all to earn so that I can eat
been thinking if this life is even fit for me
want it for myself. it’s that bittersweet symphony
this that bittersweet symphony
been thinking if this life is even fit for me
all to earn so that I can eat
until then I’m working to get that mix complete
Track Name: Firelord Zuko [prod. Dopeboyz beats]
Verse 1:
still with my fist clenched like I’m pissed off
that just means I’m battle ready for whenever’s the kick off
I ain’t rolling through the 6. I’m not Drizzy, no 6 god
but when I’m with my clique, we be like 6 Gods
prove to me you ain’t worthless and maybe then I will step off
but until then your shit’s fake to me just like Kylie Jenner’s lip job
forget all the accusations. all the dimwits and the hypocritical imbeciles
you can’t crack me. can’t kill my vibe. break my stride. nah cause I’m in control of my own life
and you’re still tripping if you ever thinking that I won’t write
I ain’t heavy drinking just reckless thinking that you testing me’s what I don’t like
but that’s too much for me to dwell on if it ain’t beneficial to my own life
only care about ones that really matter and I’ll make sure that we’re all done right
all right stop. I think it’s time for Y to be on that chill shit
cause I’ve been through more than enough bull shit to say that’s real shit
now that’s real shit so…I’m just staying back and and I mind my business
no crime intentions just my decision on what I do with what God has given yeah

Chorus
all this time on my grind thought I was rolling alone
working day and nights staying in the studio alone
now I’m working with my team and our blueprint is my dream
and we assassinating everyone who thinks they reign supreme
WE AIN’T DONE YET
this just the start to this thing
W AIN’T DONE YET
this just a part of this game
WE AIN’T DONE YET
fuck a 9-5 occupation
WE AIN’T DONE YET
still won’t be when we make it

Verse 2:
Still back in it. can’t be passive when the action hits
all the bit data is where the rations is, and I’m sick of the caption a captive hid
but catch this. I’m more than mad. I’m pouring battery acid all on your tab
better get those feet running and those knees jumping before you get tormented with a sock to hat
you cannot trace are value whether or not we’re wearing off brands
but every time we step up in your spot, we kill you that’s not planned
though arm size, too short
but power level too hard
and my target is pointing out the direction of wherever you are
I’m too hot and you’re lukewarm
newsflash if you’re too on
got a timer set and in due time, won’t be hard to see that you off
and when you rot, we’ll be strong. it’ll be right with my team on
and that’s CK. that’s westside. we’ll get out this struggle. won’t be long
still working. aiming to the point that we don’t need a day job
tryna fix up my destiny. ain’t saying that I play God
but if really what I make’s hot. it won’t hurt to aim high
no lie. I’m the same guy
with a bigger motive to ball harder than 2k on a play station

Chorus
all this time on my grind thought I was rolling alone
working day and nights staying in the studio alone
now I’m working with my team and our blueprint is my dream
and we assassinating everyone who thinks they reign supreme
WE AIN’T DONE YET
this just the start to this thing
W AIN’T DONE YET
this just a part of this game
WE AIN’T DONE YET
fuck a 9-5 occupation
WE AIN’T DONE YET
still won’t be when we make it
Track Name: Title Round [prod. L. David]
Allow me to state who I is
It’s YDS. a killer and it’s obvious
slowly grow with every accomplishment
the opposite of what a neo-nazi is
only fire’s coming out of my esophagus
like the substance that I breathe ain’t oxygen
a muhfucking soul crushing
blood sucking kill em all running
taking rappers out of their consciousness
more vicious than a lion when he’s starving
earned these stripes. I’m a tiger in his offense
fire prince still a rebel to the fire lord
burn the empire with the flame of the highest torch
I’ll die fighting like Anakin scorched
but you can’t clone my words way I’m saying em hoarse
city never showing love for this soldier at war
so Imma kill em all off with no regret or remorse
boom
a life saving light saber’s what you blasting
my improv will tear your down your tactic
vocabulary scary dialogue stagnant
I would rather use an 87 than a MAC .10
Your family ties is amateur cries
have you all run away when this man on the rise
weight’s tyson compressed into 145
and I ain’t do my job right if nobody dies
I ain’t rap’s pacquiao I’m my muhfucking own name
logically disputed when I grow pains
still searching for nirvana like I’m kurt cobain
then Imma ruin your life like I’m crack cocaine
take a hit. take a blow to your left side
crazy muhfucker from the westside
and I ain’t prince Zuko
I got flames in my visions stead of just a sole burn to my left eye
to hear me rapping is like seeing demons
I got your eyes open, your jaw dropping, and your heart beating
rare sight weird sound cause the flow secret
have you brodein OD with the small seizures
way I’m looking know it’s hard to believe
a little Asian fuckboy with a DAW and a dream
program Logic Pro X, all of you are no test
Line grotesque it ain’t part of the seems
Track Name: Designated [memory cards remix]
Verse 1:
I’m highly focused my aim is toward the designation
to have your head nodding to every record I’m making
cause at a time when the competition is thick
gotta remind myself why is this even the path I stick with
It ain’t the cash cause most of my people starving
It ain’t the fame because I’m only noticed hardly
It’s for the war, the fight, the battle scars
because until the end of my life, I’ll be rapping hard
yet I’m low and soft spoken like the way they’re portraying the white serial mass killers on CNN
but I ain’t gone pretend it’s all right. this got me up all night, hoping that my friends are people I’d see again
needless to say, my words are written through ether’s pen
cause either way, my demon’s slay through a heated end
now you can say that this is useless complaining through the music
but understand that this the thing that makes movements
creates fluent, tidal waves of a lightened age
you understand that we’re provoking the titan’s rage
saying you God, the power of what you not
it seems to be that we’re dragging the fire out of his nostrils
but if it has to come to slaying it then we will
cleansing the community from evil
the happiness of the oppressed really reflects how we feel
and this ain’t even fronting to media just to be real

Verse 2:
highly believing of this higher power of this all-seeing speculator watching from the higher tower
maps of our destinies automated by chess pieces and those pieces are we, cause we’re pawns and that’s no secret
the locomotion is part of this loco motive
half of the goal is figuring what the goal is
it seems the progress hopelessly moves in slow motion
and the bullshit is staying omnipotent
I’m just locked by the way the cosmic flowing of the energies
puts me on a stand and makes me the public enemy
stagnantly handing back hands to my visage
beating me making me wish I had the luck of white kids
it’s unlikely. fuck it! why fight it
when you’re inferior to these deities Dionysus
my message: die to them. bring hell to the side of em
riot to these mothafuckers so now it’s a rivalry
bring your highest skilled fighter with a power level over 9000 and mine’ll make you stop counting
laugh after we make it to the top now and I won’t be the reason that you ain’t ever stop drowning

Verse 3:
I truly understand that giving up is not an option and if it was then I would be a fucking hypocrite
homie I’m just driven by the way I say my words to a person who does deserve it
and I don’t want my message reduced to something that’s worthless
I also understood that hating on the next man
who has it better than you does not improve your life at all
and you don’t really struggle if you’re still eating every night
even if it’s barely, so fuck it I say I ball
a couple people tryna get in my head, and a lot of these young kings have their pride too big
but I got my tribe full of tigers and we’re hunting for survival and we’ll scar em on arrival if they threaten the clique
I’m fighting like a warrior for some righteousness
my sanity is something even I am entitled to
if it means reciting a stupid verse you don’t like that’s poo
that’s all right as long as I write a verse to enlighten you
or to enlighten me cause to be honest it feels like I need enlightening
and if this is how I spend all my nights dreaming starting from the nice evenings
I don’t wanna deal with this twisted version of sight seeing