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Brace YaSelf
01:29
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As time passes I lose track of just where the past is
On average, not known to appeal to the masses
And practice, I guess that’s when I formally track is
And thank god, they don’t count your dues on your taxes
The fact is, I don’t get lost in theatrics
My bag of tricks could knock your whole world off its axis
Access granted, I planned it with excess
Then tell where I’m coming from, just like an address
I had this dream I could breath in Atlantis
So if the water takes me in, then I’ll take my chances
Slight advances, not gonna rush for the answers
Both enchanting and menacing, like walking a panther
Live like a dancer, tap into the rhythm of ancients
Unspoken language, insecure blanket statements
Blatant patience, plotting every step that I’m taken
Rocking on tape…every since President Reagan
Hesitant…waiting, for the perfect time to unveil it
To some he’s a relic, to others, exquisite like velvet
Mold it and weld it, strong foundation, he nailed it
Praise for the elders, a lesson on how not to be selfish
Rhyme for my wellness, mental health, hell that I’m facing
Can be found…adjacent to the statements I’m making
Never complacent, I take it slow to move like the matrix
Stronger than hatred, brace yourself, we’re back to the basics
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They breaking they neck, I ain’t even breaking a sweat
Make it a threat, naw, I don’t take disrespect
I’m patient, but let it be known I’m taking a step
To make ‘em regret, don’t even bother address em direct
Question my TECH-nique, well, I’m unique, what you expect
My foots on your neck, wreck weak MC's in a sec
Let’s make it bet, try to call a ball in roulette
Don’t forget, take your time, cause Imma cause an effect
On stage we connect, next I’ll be cashing a check
I laughed when I left, changed the tense, but intense till my death
Facing a vet, amazing since the days of cassette
I mastered phrase way before your parents met
Embarrassment, if you try to compare with this
I dare ‘em to risk their reputation, itching to switch
Lower the pitch, increase the grime til it glitch
Pull it back just a bit, now the drums gon’ hit
Ya don’t quit, an HBO scramble event
Ya stare and ya squint, trying to figure how the words fit
The purging of bliss, a person of interesting myth
I built that bridge, so I know the spots where it gives…
We build or destroy…TO LIVE
I can predict what you gonna say in your response
So I’ll restrict your rebuttal, of tough talk and mean taunts
NOT affected, NOT offended, but I GOT a minute
So let me spend it lowering your notch a couple inches
I hit for fences, I glitch defenses…indent my sentence
Start of something new, a shift of interest
Synthesis for the symptoms of my sense of rhythm
Different system of approach, not in to dissing
I’m in to wishing, we would all refine our vision
And competition was just a means to start the mission
Build your confidence, found your fear and conquer it
…or do the opposite, I don’t measure accomplishments
I doubt the prophets lives, I won’t profit from this
I probably risk some controversy if the verses miss
curse and gift, birth of myth, life is merciless
Prefer to give my all, write the words TO LIVE
TO LIVE…
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The Keys To Happiness
02:43
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It’s go time, we’ll all be dead in no time
So go find what brings joy, increase the life line
A peace of mind, built piece by piece
With dents and dings, thanks to some recent beef
Sink my teeth, deep into the neck of the beast
It turns to ME, how’s that for turning a cheek?
I learn when I sleep, choose what concerns to keep
And which to lose, find clues to the place they meet
Basic beliefs shattered by the race to deceive
A place that we leave sometimes has a trick up its sleeve
So quick to believe, anything that sets us free
Or so it seems, but there’s no guarantees
A parent sees their child, struggling in NEED
Prays on knees, let ME be the one to bleed
The want of needs, the need for just once to see
Happiness…keep a firm grip on me
Happiness…keep a firm grip on me (4Xs)
'Don’t let go', I shout out, but there’s an echo…
…'Is anyone there?'…IF SO?
Call back, a guiding light is what you can call that
But all previous attempts seemed to fall flat
False flag, dog wag, revenge of the wind bag
So like tag, I zig zag when something’s amiss
A lonely road, on a pathway for bliss
What happens is, hopefully the keys to happiness
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Punch out, works done, proverbial phone booth
I transform to the rhyme writer before you
Prefer truth, so how’s about we lay a few facts down
I write the part of life that fits exact how the track sounds
Good times, bad times, future and past times
I maximize every word choice to the last line
Scrutinize every detail of these deep tales
The beat tells me secrets, I don’t keep it, I unveil
Show all my best parts, and times when I do fail
The stress and the strech-marks, tipping of each scale
Tooth & nail I fought since the days of my youth
Took it back to the start, for the burden of proof
Certain to lose if I choose to cave to the rules
Brave without booze, brazen without making a bruise
Aching to use my soul as a payment for dues
But never sold, fine line between music and muse, choose…
Self Jupiter
When the student is truly ready
the teacher will disappear
I wanna hock a loogie pops some boogers to keep him here
To trap him in the classroom optical bathroom
My graffiti ain’t so artsy
Just a kid with a sharpie
And a Locker full of flare guns
Crazy Americans
You see us how you wanna see us
Breakfast of champions
I wrote this is in detention
Need some gang intervention
I banged on the teacher for a musi-cian feature
professor of art and science
Has a fool for a client
Disorderly conduct in the comforts of blood sport
The master of many things
Is a master of nun
The sun of a sharecropper
Sequoia tree of grasshoppers
Learning all the essentials
Equations in differentials
Language and breathe control
pawn game for celestials
Looking at tadpoles in virtual glass bowls
If you’re feeling rather frogish
Then leap onto this grassy knoll
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Fall In Line
02:36
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So let’s all take a moment, take one breath in sync
Let’s just link, but keep each part distinct
I’m dressed in pink, walking up the street, trying to think
Of beautiful things, before they’re considered extinct
Not bitter, I bring a little bit emotion in themes
Hoping it seems authentic, cause that’s what it means
That’s what it is, the facts in the backs of their head
Front of mind, reserved for the fear that spread
Years ahead, I sense that the tears we shed
Will be vein, cause the brain, it appears to be dead
Numb from the the stress that is sure to come
For pure & young, and the old and almost done
It’s almost fun counting every loss I’ve won
It cost a ton but still I had a awesome run
I watch and wonder how others seem to find it fine
Respond in kind, but still won’t fall in line
I’m never gonna fall in line
I’m never gonna fall in line
I’m never gonna fall in line
That mean I gotta lose the game, well, that’s fine
I line cross, and find loss can motivate ya
Or can break ya, some times both things are true
That’s the nature of playing games you’re bound to lose
You give your love, but somehow they grew to hate ya
That’s the way it feels or the weight of guilt
The way we’re built seems to defy to free will
Will I be a slave to my thin beliefs?
Or will I BE BRAVE and seek the truth beneath?
Choose to speak on beats in attempt to reach
Each person with a passion that they HAVE to keep
This is me, know no other way to be
Best believe I looked until my eyes did bleed
But, Honestly, I’d do it all again to see
The beauty life gives, in-between the screams
A balance beam, my true talent isn’t MCing
But the way the words written, gave his life new meaning.
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Study all eras, terror to the mic till the pall bearer
There’s laws I don’t follow, still I’m the ring bearer
Bring y’alls attention to the site of a mere flaw, slight error
Still I’m as sharp as a bear claw, in mirror I stare
I ponder my life’s work, ‘Nice work’
The music’s just the tip of iceberg
I served my own purpose, here is the punchline
My purpose was putting other’s goals before mine
Short time ago, stuck in that same space
Flux of the game face, trying to remain safe
Raised stakes based on the twists that life takes
Heartbreaks, and art makes a beautiful heart shape
Heart rate quickens when you thicken the plot-bait
But I’m not made for cheap thrills, or hills of hot takes
Hotcakes ain’t selling like they used to hot shot
I suggest, close up shop, kick rocks, no socks
No shock, I got some contempt for these RO-BOTS
They role play and obey the laws of the know nots
It’s so odd, the way we applaud the downfall
The downpour of rain, we’re all eventually bound for
…Final destination…sound wars
Final Destination…sound OFF
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In Absence of...
01:21
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Serve no master, master certain things
I search for signs, yet still none I’ve seen
Except in dreams, or when the mind is clean
Clear the path for the last of the past extremes
Where fear is king…but I’m prepared
My purpose layered, I walk this earth un-scared
But not unscathed though, cause life ain’t fair
I might compare my wins to the weight of air
But that’s drama so let me set the facts straight here
Life’s been great, so much love’s been shared
But still I missed true happiness by a hair
No feeling spared, I give my full self and I speak free
Fasten my tool belt, clean house like a neat freak
Beep beep, I’m coming thru, break out, make way
The trail of the vampire, judgment, and then SLAY
That’s the way it goes down, till it’s a ghost town
Look round, yeah, we’re almost there now
Here’s how I’d like to move forward from here forth
Move mountains with love in absence of mere force
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Keep me ear to the drum and my heart to the street
Not rhyming to eat, I’m just trying to bond with that beat
I’m fond of mystique, pay little mind to critiques
I mix the hardcore with the boutique for the geeks
…Including, the one speaking, I’m not hard to define
Never walked one path, best of worlds of combined
Blend with the old with the new, plus the unknown too
I’m prone to, that ole one, two, and I’m gon’ do
My thing, I bring out the best in me
But let’s just see what happens when the rest agree
What’s next for me? Never know til that time comes
From a place where we dig deep to find drums
…Or take a classic and give it new a twist
Riveting blueprints of musical hubris
Who’s this? The 12 Hunndose and the 2-1
Like staring in the mirror reminiscent of '2 Tons'
Not done, the beat got me deep in effect mode
Accept no imitation, I am an expert
…In hardwork, my net worth, doesn’t reflect that
Expect worse to come, so I cook up a new bath
Of rhymes that react to life on the wrong track
Won’t crack, I’mma use the music to fight back
This excerpt, just another layer to texture
Just getting started, stayed tuned for our best work
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