Matthew Reid's The Premature Leak

by Matthew Reid




The Premature Leak is a preview of a LP titled "In The Rain With Dog's" dropping next year. A lot of the material on this EP was written sporadically over a span of a year and a half.

For myself, I view rap as a platform to express my inner feelings on certain situations in my life. I suffered a nasty heartbreak, watched my mother struggle through a breast cancer diagnosis, and my father survive open heart surgery. I took all of that and wrote about it. My music, although I enjoy sharing it, is for me. It's my way of therapy. This EP is an extension of that therapy.


released December 9, 2015

Written By: Matthew Reid
Produced By: Various Samples, Matthew Reid
Executive Produced By: Luis Morales
Recorded at 360 Studio's (Houston, TX) Aug. 2015- Nov. 2015
Genre: Alternative Hip- Hop, Houston Rap
Label: PWE



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Matthew Reid Houston, Texas

Matthew Reid is from Houston, Texas.

His influences include: Kurt Cobain, Notorious Big, Eminem, and Common.

Favorite Artist(s): Best Coast, Crystal Castles, Salem, (Any Rapper Who's Progressing Hip- Hop, or making quality material
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Track Name: Another Whack Day
Man I've been hanging with the group, we get loose and then abuse.
I wanna ball and hoop, but then I sick/ any leg Carmelo knee yeah it sucks man New York Knicks.
My life it is the flick, you can still have your pick/ watch me go and get a sip as that blunt is fucking lit.
The routines and parties, my girlfirends she's a hottie/ sometimes I'm acting naughty, guarantee that I'm not sloppy.
With the current that we're on and the Wavves it makes it choppy/ these people wannna knock me, there's no way that they can stop me.
My imaginary friend likes to smoke and just fit in/ never fucking standing out man he's still awkward shuts his mouth.
We jaywalk in the street, as the cop he fucking sneaks/ getting closer as he creeps, bullet blasts another sleeps.
It's like black kids and riots, the violence I might try it/ our rights man I cry it, freedom papers I might buy it.
The TV's and black bats, break shit attack that/ and if they might fight back we'll bomb them like Baghdad.
And if i'm coming back again guarantee my niggas free.
This ice bucket challenge as I freeze for proceeds/ guarantee that I'm a slave its another whack day yeah.
Another whack day, its just another whack day.
Aint to really much that I can really fucking say, yeah it's just another whack day
yall know the situations dear, we know that ISIS made it clear/ Malaysian planes are my fear, don't wanna fucking die this year.
The LeBron James of rap put the city on the map/ put the city on my back, man climbing layers giving back.
I always hang on Scott St. fucking smoking Houston trap/ conversation mind lapse, the memories the equal laugh.
The contradiction here is your white and your black? you look skinny were you fat? couple more questions I might snap.
Still, 80 degrees as you tell that bitch please/ grab her shirt rip her sleeve, in the bathroom with the steam.
I think I've found greatness, and then my eyes gleam/ and every time we get together its low key my eyes bleed.
I rip them hoes out throw that shit on the ground/ its too hard to get around, Craigslist and smoke a pound.
My easy self defense is to put my self down. fucking quit and fucking drown, your a fucking loser now.
This life has a gun, bullet hit me like pow/ plus it ripped my eye brow, and I got a fever Mi;Dal.
I love it when you stare, keep a curl up in her hair/ but the dream is getting scary cause I lose and it's not fair.
These niggas wanna kill me/ I let that shit happen.
We fucking in the kitchen, channel surfing TV switching/ biting necks and baby kisses, arguments and fucking disses.
I wanna float away, gimmie a gun and I may/ fuck "Another White Day" its a fucking crazy day. Uh.
Track Name: First Week (Brunette In Jeans)
Let me get up on the scene, let me get up on the scene/ these niggas think they fuck with me?
Let me get up on the scene, let me get up on the scene/ mutha fucka spit yo peace, Matthew Reid.
Whatta I think of 23? what the fuck do you mean?/ when I'm blowing out steam from this very stick leaf.
My life is kinda slow, then it speeds up/ my hope he just smokes, then he leaves us.
I cant believe that I got to see beach/ we went to Venice hit the scene, it was niggas in between.
The philosopher of life, that's my main objective/ I'll sleep in your class, pass the elective.
I want some free time so you go and just let em/ but I get real scared because I know you'll just reject em.
This song is for Steadman, miss that man Tony/ nigga that was the homie, but now its so lonely.
So just see, ima Houston nigga/ and just reach to another limit.
There's no way I can send it, but my minds above pimpin/ so watch me go and split cause you know I want to win it
Now there's black kids in the streets as they mingle with police/ wanna ask for id bullet blast, another sleeps.
I wonder about my kids, if they're black if they're mixed/ if they walk into a store will cops just raise they're fucking fist?
Feel like I don't exist here's my political defense/ as Republicans get mad, we Democrats we offense.
I'm losing faith in the system, fuck school/ I'm never winning, cause the shit is always due and feels like I'm in detention.
Where the principal is mad, with my theory and math/ it's like the Iraq War plan, its the weapons that they have,
They say that Jesus wasn't black, Adult Swim man Boondocks pack/ it's the "Cradle To The Grave" and when I rap just feel my rath.
Track Name: Orange Leaves
Okay now Matthew spit this flow and Matthew get this doe,
your conscience is the door, that will help you see your goal x3

Okay now here's a god damn story when i was fucked up in the brain,
I was blowing hella dank man burning weight and sniffing cake.
Thats when i saw what happened, didn't know that i was reactin,
my conscience i was just lackin, that's why she keeps on snappin.
I wanted to find out, why you keep on frowning mouth,
everytime we pass each other, my voice it won't come out.
Its too scared unprepared, for the reaction and the stare,
man we're both too hard but deep down we really care.

Now if it's one thing that i hate i hate when you say my name,
asking questions im too private, shut your mouth you need to try it.
Cant enjoy the rewards working hard at a job,
liquor spilling as you sob, drown yourself in that pond.
I got my fucking check but the rent is up my fucking neck,
keeping track of my step knowing where i'll go next.
Man she cant forget the dumb ass missteps,
i was young and ambitious, my future i would live it.
Still tangled in my dreadlocks each one they got a problem,
plus i've got two fucking vines that i really fucking like.
This one fucking vine, god damn that vine is fine,
always rapping all the time, I would hit it every night.
But then this other vine, she still wont just try/
she still wont get high, that's why I might cry.
Cause now we're fucking stuck, and I wanna give up,
Matthew Reid, the president of the 27 club. uh.
Track Name: Janet's Poetic Way
Yo, man don't disrespect me/ I'm a good boyfriend, never forget me.
I poured out emotions my heart was real heavy/ I once had a girl love her that was enough?
Rubbing the toes, wisdom encourage/ positive text when your class and your nervous.
Cuddles and the kisses, tacos on the daily/ sitting on your couch hearing how your day was crazy.
Cause that's how it goes/ when you think its one day, picnics and sunny days.
You thought in a few years you would propose/ now yall fucking hate, you once were so close.
Cause that's how it goes/ you wanna fucking tell her that you fucking got her.
Chilling at the crib bed sweats and Harry Potter/ you know that you'll prosper, want her to have your daughter.
Okay, I embarrassed my self and uh
Okay, with love I need some help but uh.
Can you blame me I was raised right/ so polite I hold the door for her at night.
But these girls nowadays in the head they aint right/ always wanna fight but hold you by they're fucking side.
I wanted to end good nice gesture I would try/ but she came at me like a US- Russian spy.
So here is the message/ stay with your goals always protect them.
If you treat women right, they take you for granted/ they'll come at you eyes big head slanted.
I was brought down to Earth, heart got planted/ I tried to move on but my hearts still damaged.
They don't like jazz or the Digable Planet/ and if I ever see her ill tell her to fucking can it.
But I still think them times, that ass in a dress/ she was my kitten in my arms I just caressed.
Who then got mad meowed and bit my neck/ I know she saw my message act like she aint check.