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SLYC3 aka Rahmad Hawkins
Rahmad Jemiah Hawkins—was born November 13, 1990 in Buffalo, New York, to a talented musical family. His father is Process from Process and the Doo Rags, who was recently inducted into the Buffalo Hall of Fame. Throughout his childhood, he was surrounded by some of the great musicians of their day. As a result, Rahmad grew up listening to soulful R&B harmony that certainly influences his writing style today. Slyce started writing when he was in high school as a way to get through some hard times. Those rhymes turned into music when his brother helped him buy a Lexicon Breakout Box and Cool Edit Pro. From then on, Rahmad could be found in his bedroom closet recording music at all hours. Today he is making music his career. Influenced by his family and some of the greats like Rakim, Nas, Jay-Z, Naughty by Nature, Kris Kross, Ice Cube and others, he has recorded over one hundred songs. His sound is soulful raw and fresh hip hop. He now makes his home in Atlanta, Georgia and is touring around the southeast. Rahmad just released the first single on his new album produced by Grammy award-winner DJ Pain 1 called The Sorrow. Look for it on ITunes, Amazon music, Google Music and all of the streaming sites.

Song Lyrics:

Empty containers ready to measure my pain, they filled quickly then it hit me, the thought that it wasn't in vain, thoughts that once filled with shame, my head down I looked around clouds couldn't protect from the rain , open minded so those very thoughts drowned my brain, such irony brought hell, down it came, like morning dew, day a new, rose to the sky life flames the way me and my closest friends flights should've crashed but I chose a higher plane, for love, for fame, that a make the greatest saint go insane, for the thought that my days almost over drove through my mind like range rovers, young minds blown away for leaves without clovers. Controversial when both spouses try to wear the pants, the cook gotta respect the Ni**a that clean the pans, kitchens closed when the chef get jealous of the tips of the server, no appreciate hard work of the earner, green lights soon become pink slips, everybody no it all nobody learning shi*, I married you but you married social media, felt the connection, same day that I greeted ya, together you and I , is what we agreed it to, marks to our accomplishments , so undefeated bu, naw I ain't tryna be emotional , new era but now how relationships supposed to go,

When you married but you feeling like a roommate , wondering if you got the divorce , who would the kids hate, letting the days past feeling my soul burn slow, on separate sides of the bed , where did the love go, tryna figure out where our relationship did a reverse incline, ring clanged tight to my clothes, a stripper on her first time, fighting for attention on social media , perception is reality , careful of the ones thats greeting you, never insecure baby mama live life, but you too would do the same if naggas was following ya wife, one of my vices is long hair and leg-ins find me somewhere out in vegas with money may going way in, doves would cry only if they felt my pain , walked in my grandma crib with two brand new chains, feeling good coming back to the hood just to tell the truth, until I seen the hole, in my grandma roof.


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