1. |
Intro
00:26
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2. |
With In
02:17
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verse 1
want to be myself
but i feel like the light is not shining thru
another life and time
i might of been the guy that died in youth
or hide in suits
and shower troops with designer truth
striking the root
like the axe that cut washington’s goof
where’s the soup
been bumming since my last pursuit
pennies make the dollar count seem like petty loot
a steady scoop brings me closer to the bottom
it’s the mirage got him
thinking that the dreams could ever solve problems
colored me bad from the prospect of day one
never owned a weapon to devastate another occupant
unless you count the carbon dioxide that my rhyme exhales
a low key rapper with no history of making sales
or faking jail
just a black man trying to excel
fenced with a propensity that’s given my outer shell
at night dwell
where the others never correspond
write till the dawn
and spawn forth another song
hook
wag, war, with tracks adored
act with sword
without a fact to store
back to bore
because it's rap no more
lack to pore
any heart in the score
verse 2
another chapter left behind
mind winds in strange position
disposition offset by square look of simple living
unforgiven
i’m better off without
a loose leaf psycho with more scripters then in the lord's house
no spouse
but a mouth stricken the doubt
what a louse
looking for a home but stuck in a house
quiet as a
what rhymes with doesn’t exist
the plot twist
had it all and let it fall like pick up sticks
now the remainder is a sad sack of will it quit
feel like a ventriloquist is speaking my every lisp
that’s right because i’m more not than human
kind of like the static buzz from old tv tuning
guess i’m sort of played out in this current day of cybertech
will i connect
probably not
i’d rather hold my breath
standing on the edge writing verses with an etch a sketch
a product of the 80’s
with a verse mind birth defect
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3. |
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verse
i had a hard life
some would say i did it to myself
need more imagination to reach that vision of wealth
but they fail to realize
been tainted since day one
didn't care to hold a book
because most of my thoughts were run
what happened to fun
after fireworks were being spun
either made home alive or found piece when it was done
some trust the holster
not the boaster of a friendship
seem family members turn enemy when frantic
hook
some will say
or do some views
that may not make much sense to you
but you can choose
what you abuse
so let's not make this frame of view
verse 2
the truth
as far as i can see is lie
when the person you pick to lead is worse than what i've survived
made it out alive
just to find divide in the try
thought i got away from hatred
but it's multiplied oceans wide
if i should die before morning they wake
guess it all really means nothing so abandon your faith
(repeat last line/ stop at abandon)
hook
some will say
or do some views
that may not make much sense to you
but you can choose
what you abuse
so let's not make this frame of view
verse 3
never thought i'd make it out to get away with so much
have relationships and build a bond with people i trust
still about making more since before that moment of dust
returning back to that place where as a child i would clutch
but as an adult you keep the dirt away from the sheen
in a different part of the city so the clean is just seen
you know what i mean because their not deemed to be a thing
inanimate objects that put a bite in the scene
hook
some will say
or do some views
that may not make much sense to you
but you can choose
what you abuse
so let's not make this frame of view
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4. |
Fold feat. Unorthodocks
02:23
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verse
in a quick pinch
i'll steddy self on bench
from lack of hydrate
why the dry state
when one supplies rhythms that devastate
a featherweight in the pocket fold
but the optics roll
optional
binging a heavy dose of record notes
spend till the last drop
in dusty vinyl shop
just enough to keep the light on
and keep the mic warm
write till the final composition forms electrons
stomach reaching back
and no hope when all the foods gone
use to sleep on futon
but upgraded to twin
unable to end
the night session so the sleep begins
just another week of doing different tweaks as the speakers bend
or vibrate
eye shakes
body aches from seat position
beat physician
proficient
in division
with a vision
living it up more than a normy
even when the quiet storm is forming story
over beat bangers from the fingers of i self
hook
when it comes to ripping though
you better keep it low or best fold
step out of the way you vegetable
when it comes to ripping yo
you better keep it low or best fold
the only way to know is listen close
when it comes to ripping though
you better keep it low or best fold
step out of the way you vegetable
when it comes to ripping yo
you better keep it low or best fold
the only way to know is watch him go
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verse
hold myself to a low standard
but the flow pander to my candor
a live wire
action movie
cut cord that’s not amber
cool calm with a deep burning tamber
wait until i’m amplified
than let loose the grammar
listen to hammer
now i’m too dope to touch
like who wrote
the new note
the true hope to clutch
live my life like a 90’s era garbage pail kid
with the trash can lid hid behind back
smells of fine rats
but raps like no other
the dark brother that gained his skill from his art mother
let the hearts flutter
melt like hot butter
only way to be when the art is straight gutter
by day a boring salesman for loot
but when the night falls
i’m guaranteed to make your head scoot
what a goof
write to excite the night troops
and looks for incite over well constructed vinyl loops
hook
i don’t really want to do what
you, do
i hang out with myself and who i
choose, to
already making friends while you just
use, who
ever making ends to make them moves
crude
i don’t really want to do what
you, do
i hang out with myself and who i
choose, to
already making friends while you just
use, who
ever making ends to make them moves
rude
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6. |
Cold Stuck
03:06
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verse
seems like a typical night
no drunks heated in a bar fight
rapping up the loose ends
and wish the band a pleasant night
headed towards the elevator
got to get home
before the night wind shifts
putting people on attack
hit the button then step back
as two dudes emerge
never noticed me standing
as they continue passing words
to immersed in their identity to notice my endeavor
caught in the tether
like a boat docked for bad weather
the bell rings
as the doors slide a side
and i tried to walk inside the elevator
with no place to face
noticed by one
but the other starts to back over me
well composed
i exude excuse
as he jumps to move
claiming i was to dark
and blended with room
a stunning joke
that pokes upon the racist note
he udders more
but i ignore
waiting for the door
just want to get home before the night resembles war
but there's more
3 stooges by the bike rack
pop on the headphone and focus on unlocking
got away clean
only portion of way
when another group started yelling something i refuse to say
o what a day when night is much worse
just trying to make a living before i exit the earth
put in the dirt
for simply heading home after work
hook
cold stuck
in a tragic situation
just want to make it home before the night calls and hate phlegm
the day was nice
but it's turned into escaping
just want to make it home with no attack on testing patients
verse 2
lets take it back in the day
before the title of a sound tech
1990 something before music would take effect
another day in the city of griddy nap
asked to head to the grocery to pick up some food
a bundle of dollars were handed asking if it would due
push thru the door running down the steps in a rush
head down the alley
get to the street and hit the cross light
i can see the corner store but notice red and blue lights
ask to slow it down and turn around without fus
said i fit the description
you need to come with us
took me to a back alley
letting the dogs bark to scare
pat me down like a criminal
pulling cash from my pocket
a dangerous situation that can end in two ways
jail or death
they still get paid
where bloody bodies lay
and i'm suppose to act like it's typical day
in a war zone
hook
cold stuck
in a tragic situation
just want to make it home before the night calls and hate phlegm
the day was nice
but it's turned into escaping
just want to make it home with no attack on testing patients
need to be home with no delay
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verse
to low to keep my eyes on the horizon
sinking in this everyday feeling they call surviving
alive when the mic cords plugged into the vibe sent
just another feeling the burn whenever cops flinch
give me a inch
and i’ll sprint a mile in a pinch
dropping bars
like brothers in hopping cars
choose to make money on street
cause the city life is barred
tot to be hard
since a little kid watching the stars
and the media feeding the weaker minded the ingredients
to aim for black citizens in the name of the omnipotent
just another incident forgotten like it’s flint again
tired, and i’m not to be mistaken as a simpleton
ripples triple the cyclical
ending in a civil suit
the courts is proof
that murder is ok for the blue suits
a rough route
when they’d rather shoot
then obtain the truth
trapped in a square space
but act like it fare case
another day another dollar lost
it’s hard to make a living when you can even trust the cops
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verse
when i was young i didn’t have much
but my mother would give
was a enough for me to prosper as unusual kid
didn’t take the normal route
more about obtuse angles
the world tried to strangle as i dangle from my fingertips
won’t let it get the best of me
cooking up a special dish letting my music be the recipe
had to find a way out of the cycle of dig
as a kid,
it seemed like every aspect was rigged
even while i was in school it was a disastrous bid
from walking home in the morning to the action of live
like i wasn’t suited for the every day of the convoluted
permission to be up rooted from this loose state of under dog
try to rise above the fog but harder to breath
when every step is a push that’s harder to see
an art to be
growing farther from family
didn’t choose the route my mother had envisioned since my innocent
music gave me meaning and the will to reap the benefits
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verse 1
like resin on the belly of foot sole
(one in front of other is another discovered)
forward in the past like it’s part of the cover
(ye it’s simple
like a crumble or ripple)
fickle
pickled like a person with an alcoholic nature to escape into the void of if really you finding self
but relapse to the comfort of the mental
with a pencil and paper you can fade into river till the age of the december isn’t cold as you remember
just a product of the aftermath of having had a gradual path
close in front of you and point you in the opposite
you want to quit but only get some many steps before the switch
donting is the evening of the setting
edging towards a picture perfect
is it worth another trip into the after
gather what you can and never let the past factor
rigid from the resin that began it’s last capture
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10. |
Good Love'n (Iesha)
01:31
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verse
hold her closer than ever
like the bond never could sever
cleverly cloak the full scope of what i’m feeling
too soon to be revealing the appealing thoughts of how our chemistry
could collide
and make a special vibe truly unheard of
assertive with the amalgam of contact and space
a critical shape that changed the understanding of my operate
lost but wait
found my place right beneath enlightened sheets
stained with the main frame of my sonic aim
like she understands the pleasured pain of this myopic gain
fearing the farfetch of this phenomenon of commoned bond
on and on
till the process rhythms another songs
feeling the connection deeper than the darkest blue
the heart is true
so i reveal every thought to you
a full caress to accentuate her bodies melody
i feel her breath and know the thoughts conceived
talk until we rock asleep
got my heart skipping like stone skimming
she holds me closer than a moment or minute
sleep til the nights away
but even light of day
doesn’t stop the stay
won’t walk away from this divine being defining lines that i’m rhyming
finesse curves and fold words with lips
till the final exchange is really no words but hips
i hold her till fits
like old earth that shifts
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how did i become the loser in this motion picture of this daily struggle
life i juggle
alone with no need for trouble
sort of ambitious
but to malicious to the thought
walking on toes
hoping no one notice that he’s lost
made it home to find the corner of my room the way i left it
upset and haven’t touched a thing since morning breakfast
life dissected lying on a bed of pins and needles
defending evils
like it betters self upheaval
writhe with equal
but down graded by slitted people
pitchforks and tiki torches for the roaming feeble
what lies beneath when hypebeast demands defeat
reacts to tweets
and doesn’t fact check his own belief
(Sarah hook)
dopes flex
promote no text
to float those checks
i wrote complex to slow the motion of the obstinance
often an occupant
using my oxygen augment
an odd gift
but a novelist
just rocking hits
provided optimus
looking for more than just a pot to miss
tired of the fraudulence
and imposters posing with armament
i’m just arduous
an artist that hard to miss
as far as the bar to fit
it’s as far as the arm can lift
they bargain for chip
i rather walk away with the whole conglomerate
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12. |
Dark Out feat. Erica
01:52
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verse
never dream big
a small kid
falling under his own lid
music master
walking disaster to the normal
informal with a slight twist comprehension
the palm invention
lyrics form their own dimension
refuse to be stuck in a loop of losing me
getting used to sleep
and letting music sink below my feet
only some can understand the struggle with in
to pick up a pen
it’s like rebirth
cause i’m living again
can’t confine self to cubical
in pursuit of usual
domino effect
falling in line for the credit check
buy a house and car
make family for the golden star
build the picket fence to stabilize behind the monkey bars
i’d rather starve
on the brink of always losing
the end conclusion
music is the only way i’m moving
sinking deep in life
but it’s the path that i’m choosing
hook 2
lost in the dark but it's better because
we’re lost in the art
looking for the nowhere
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13. |
Sit By Me feat. Blakchyl
01:30
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verse
i sit alone in a four cornered room staring at random
thinking of a better way to handle
a candle
burning quick at both ends and no grins
holding on to old friends
and losing all my tokens
when the joke is broken
what’s really left to notion
can’t rock the boat without the existence of ocean
parallax the mind to keep the odds from being opened
over working the limbic for a better use in motion
cater to none
kind of known as the wordy one
if i ever lost a beat it’s probably cause i made it run
later stunned when he found a mound of cookie crumbs
who ate the cereal that made the lecture less numb
out of food
but power thru
the hour due
sour too
from lack of snooze
and crappy news
factor two of the baddest known on an active groove
slackers move at slow pace of crappy ooze
hook
we are
the e.r.
bring on the triage
soak up the notion
we’re too far to be yards
bars
like concrete and metal
on beat so level
that we speak in shovel
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14. |
The Vault feat. TreeG
02:26
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verse
been in the game longer then the count of fingers on separate hands
seen the break of bands
and the ugly of the what can
substance abuse
and the fade of my own youth
this is truth wrapped in the garlen of a harvest loop
the artist fluke
writing the arbitrary back to boot
who do i peruse when i think of vital people who stuck their neck out
and never let me fall to the depression
the walls of deception
are within my own reflection
lost it before and i'm losing again
friendship
family
and distance when the caring ends
buried friends who chose to leave by daring plans
the pain doesn't stop after the life clock gets knocked
stuck on the hill when i should of been there below
just lift your eyes and you'll notice the variables
here alone
when so many stand around
talking to the dark listening for echo sounds
hook
what does it take to make another person listen
the art of being quiet is the art of making difference
i walk alone but there's home in the distance
feelings for the past moving forward in the friction
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15. |
Outro
00:16
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Spoon People Austin, Texas
After the events of the pandemic Spoon People was created. Austin's most well unknown hip hop artist.
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