[2/8/2013] A lot of people have been asking for a download; and by A LOT, I mean more than 0. So here it is folks! Enjoy?https://mega.co.nz/#!XMNDgahY!cC4g0wcCWqgReb_g8qQCkTUsRSlzz3E-RdyI58Wk4_M

[2/7/2013] Wow. EQD, huh? Damn.
http://www.equestriadaily.com/2013/02/music-of-day-60.html#more

For those who don't know, Ask Palette Swap is a nice little pony tumblr; one of the handful that I frequent. Palette Swap, despite being an OC, is supremely likable and immensely adorable. On top of that, she is an artist, a painter specifically. I've always admired painters and Palette Swap is no exception. A song, that was then remixed, was made in honor of her, and last night I figured, "You know what this mix needs? A crappyass rap!".

In all honesty, this is probably the rap that I am most proud of so far. I don't think it's all that bad for someone who is...well, not a rapper. I actually had a chorus all written out and recorded, but it was a sin against nature, so I had to put it down. Anyway, if you've never checked out the tumblr, seriously give it a look. You won't be sorry!

Ask Palette Swap tumblr:
http://askpalette-swap.tumblr.com/
Original song:
https://soundcloud.com/lyricallament/a-blank-canvas
Original mix:
https://soundcloud.com/melonchop/lryical-lament-a-blank-canvas

Lyrics:
Now this one goes out to the little white mare
With the paint on her tail and that emerald stare
She got the flair for the arts and she's capturing hearts
In her world of color your bitterness will be impaired
From the days of fillyhood she knew exactly what to do
Bringing life into worlds of every possible hue
From the blue on the wall, she envisioned it all
And then upon her flank the brush and pencil did fall
From that day forth the path before her was set
With her tainted tail she would beget
Entire worlds that no one ever imagined could exist
Splendors of art impossible to resist
Lacking a horn you would think it tragic
For this auburn maned filly to be lacking magic
But the mystical arts ain't something she can miss
Cuz just look at that magic upon her canvas

This world can be harsh for an artist
And the most wretched thing about this farce is
That the ones with the gift, the spark, the light
Are often overlooked and it's just an outright
Shame that the game can be this cruel
Making some ponies unsure of what to do
But fortunately for you and me
Our little painter girl's as happy as can be
She knows where she is and she knows where she's heading
Don't got any reason to be scared or dreading
What tomorrow will bring, all she'll do is dream
Of her next masterpiece of the highest esteem
A life in the sun is what is in store
For this little painter mare we have come to adore
Now I've painted quite a picture, though this ain't my talent
So please excuse me while I swap my palette