‘Ruff Buttlove’ and Other Prison Raps

Another round of rap songs by our prison correspondent Bert Burykill.

“Ruff Buttlove” 

The sample is from the amazing Four Tops song, “Still Waters Run Deep,” which I chopped up with the bonerably talented producer, C. Strange. We then went to the Sweatshop Recording Studio, formerly of Williamsburg and now reopened in Bushwick, and they gave it the hardcore servicing. A dude with an amazing voice happened to be there to do the hook with Levi Stubbs, and the song came out nice. Unfortunately it was never finished. There’s a video for the song floating around with me naked and humping a roasted chicken while high on dust, coke, and dope. An ill trifecta!

“I’m Sorry” un bebito

“I’m Sorry” was written for three different females, but it can really apply to almost any girl who has dealt with my situation of criminality. One thing I’ve learned the hard way is that my girls usually seem to have better intuitive reasoning than me. Every girl I’ve ever been with has told me, “You’re going to jail.” And then when I eventually do, they say “I told you so.” It is true that I also always tell myself that I’m going to jail, so maybe I’m psychic as well.

I don’t really miss my old girls, because I had bad break ups with all of them. But I don’t hold anything against them. I really wish things had worked out better, and I truly am sorry about the ugly way shit turned out. It’s always the law that has torn me apart, which is a sad way to break up, because it’s not like we wanted to. I just went to prison.

My current girlfriend makes an awesome cameo at the end of “I’m Sorry.” I believe I called her on the phone to ask about a sexcapade we had previously endeavored upon. I don’t think she was MY girl at this time, but I knew she was the one for me. I’d guess we recorded this in March 2009. It’s my main stromey C. Strange on the production as always.

“Hot Dogs” 

C. Strange made an amazing beat in my opinion. I love dirty funky bass-driven beats with old soul samples sprinkled about, so this was my type of banger from the jump. It’s real rough still, although we only recorded it in the early summer, so I guess this is the last song I’ve done. I’ve been on hiatus, and C. Strange is busy, so I’m assed out with weird lyrics percolating through my dome and nowhere to spew them.

I gave my best effort at singing toward the end and ad-libbing about “Peking duck pussy” (that’s some pretty good pussy) at the finale as well. I guess I’m just going to attempt singing every time I record music from now on, and maybe someday it’ll start to sound good.

Previously: Jailhouse Rap by Bert Burykill