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Guest of Honor (…At The Seems)
Do you have the time to hear me graph the rhyme
Of a classic kind, class in mind, kids please get in line, free sample time
I write a rhyme, then I stamp and sign, made official mine
You spit your rhyme, yeah, that’s a lamp vs sunshine
Sometimes my style goes off the wall, like a landline
And once the script gets writ, it gets flipped like a tramp-o-line
I meant trampoline, cancelling’s part of my master plan
I can’t believe, fans willing receive that rabid rambling
I guess they’d rather…save time like an ampersand
But if the game is rigged, hold up now, that would be tampering
These memories make it hard to breath some canvas jeans
Like campus teens, I’m on my own, and working towards my dreams
So when they scheme…
I choose to shake it off like some tambourines
The life I lead, I like the grant’s when green
Wait, what does he mean?
Reality Is split at the seams
Reality Is split at the seems
Reality Is split at the seams
Reality Is split at the seems
I mean it all, cause like a champ I’ve seen
So many scattered Scenes and shattered dreams,
There’s no sadder thing
Let’s have gathering of all affected
Let em speak their peace, release their grief
I listen carefully, then say, “I’m please to meet…and here’s a treat”
Proceed to teach em how I reach elites with this form of speech
No need for these formalities, please take a seat
Reality Is split at the seams
Reality Is split at the seems
Reality Is split at the seams
Reality Is split at the seems
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Fan First (Why Is He Like This?!)
Hey Party people how do you feel
I got style, finesse and stress appeal
The less you feel, the less you may need to heal
…but still, that ain’t no way to live
I prayed they’d give me a second chance to seal
The deal, so watch my spread love at will
The love for skill, the love for the sense of detail
I focus on the purpose, not the purchase at retail
Soundscan, stream counts, all the routine tools
Fools use to abuse the game, and seem cool
Meanwhile, I study style, break every line down
Or zoom back, fully extract the full impact
Unbound creative limits, compromise unfound
Have fun when young, till I’m old and rundown
Right now…I didn’t need no fountain of youth
What I spout in the booth, amount’s to mountain of truth
Why is like this?!
He’s a Fan First
One white lie, I’m sitting in a chair at a desk
Appearance a mess, not even properly dressed
But probably fresh, that we’ve grown expect
Or am I wrong? Circle A or B to select
I means to collect more than some measly respect
I aim to tap into your soul and cause a chilling effect
But chill for a sec, that’s just a goal that I set
To push myself to the limits, whether or not that it’s met
It’s all in my head, perfect place to merge with memories
Then turn it to energy, that burns in the inner me
Entering new phase, centering new things
Pick up and go to explore some new scenes
2 pair of blue jeans, 3Xs more shirts
Time to write rhymes, drum machine in the man purse
Can’t hurt, to get a recharge from the experts
So headphones on, yeah, I’m always a fan first
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Hood Diamond
03:28
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Wanna know what’s raw to me
Reese T; Nuti Pack- Tear Gas LP
A masterpiece, currently still unreleased
That has to be a travesty at least
I’m at peace, playing old tapes on the boombox
I value innovation, and I doubt that will soon stop
Give props, but rip shop whenever the mic’s mine
Night time’s when I write rhymes, Defy time
The process I’m lost in triggers endorphins
Synth and organ, drums…a healthy portion
Each Word important, rewarding when thoughts are forming
Imploring MCs to heed the Robot warning
Danger will, earn ya disrespect like Dangerfield
Change your field vision, and range of skill
The brain can build a whole new world, that’s real
Sign and sealed the fate of the pain I feel
…now Imma need a moment to chill
We all bleed, we all get a call, some heed
Others turn away too afraid to see
The maitre’d, didn’t ever come from me
To some degree, I never live comfortably
Constantly, mold reality to a new shape
My true state of being’s almost ready, so just wait
Unveiling the unfailing, what a compelling run
Become numb, til me and the drum become one
But what lopsided, some inspiration still not cited
Give me time, I just have to yet to write it
Set alignment, never no threat of lying
Spirit didn’t break, but I think it died trying
The high science of reviving, look at him, he’s thriving
He’s rhyming for good times, working on good timing
You can find em writing till he’s flanked by wood lining
Stay shining, jewel in the ruff, hood diamond
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Reasonable Expectations
03:09
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So I look deeper, way beyond surface layers
Circles, squares, try every angle, COMPARE
Try to come pairs, with people for the moments we share
I bleed care, the kind of loyalty that’s rare
But I’m not perfect, I would never claim I was
Blame the flood of emotions, on life in flux
Sometimes it sucks us in, and drains our blood
A parasitic sort action that some call love
Numb from gut to heart, and the brain is buzzed
You think ya different, naw, you’re the same as us
There ain’t ENOUGH time explain it all
I paint it all in the songs that share we y’all
And some I don’t, others some may not condone
But I’m alone, thinking of the ways I’ve grown
The days feel long with no one to share them with
I stare in space, drift into a barren rift
Adjust my steering, time to make my way back in
Traction picking up, and now it’s time for action
I fashion, my choices on the front and the backend
Since back when, the world made a deal of my black skin
Or brown skin, if you want it down to the fraction
Those asking, yeah, I know it’s straws I’m grasping
For me, it’s 2-14-23
Can you guess who's sitting here right next to me?
No one, ho hum, I guess I’m still not ripe, that’s not right, right??
Oh, I’m not this world’s type
Fine, take flight, pilot right here, take a right
Land down on this planet, let’s have some fun tonight
It’s fun to write a fantasy to improve life
I been through quite a lot of things these last few years
Faced some fears, also had to taste some tears
Shed some peers, that’s the pain that pierce
Change our gears, watch for the smoke to clear
I’ll look for you through the smoke that clears
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Bucket O' Fries
02:12
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Give me the scraps, too much satisfaction’s a trap
I need a trapper keeper for safe-keeping these raps
I sleep and take naps, travel new realms off the map
Trace the tracks of the pack, then I quickly react
No turning back, instead I walk my own pathway
That’s not passe, cast clay, reshape till my last day
That has a…perfect ring like circus scenes
Certain things get em all in awe, they scream
Applause, then leave, then return, new trick up sleeve
Pick up a leaf, rhyme about the way that it breathes
Hard to believe, but that’s not so odd to achieve
A constant relief you wouldn’t expect to from me
Except to receive notice of the coldest degrees
Most quoted MCs, trajectory? Just blow in the freeze
The topic is neither here nor there,, the optics will please
The octaves will leave your ears like they’ve been deceived
Like picking a lock, you got listen close, I’m distraught
Emotions are caught in something I don’t know how to stop
So here’s a thought, my mind is like a fine resort
Check in, and relax cause the track’s endorsed
Guaranteed what you need, if your need is me
Needlessly, if not, well, I guess we’ll see
How about now? How ya feel? How do ya be?
Howl and scream, or whisper in your wildest dream
Wild in my teens, then 21, it got more extreme
I’m talking bout the rap names of my various teams
Precarious things, bewildering, I like to explore
Hungry for more, this is just a rung in my lore
Hung to the floor with scrolls of all I do adore
My shot’s always sure, I guess it’s just my aim that’s poor
Don’t shuck and jive, duck and hide, that’s sucker sized
I suck at lies, I keep it hands-on like bucket fries
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The first or second time, that I ever rocked the mic live
Was in Sunday morning church, please let me describe
It was 1985, Summer or Spring time
With my friends outside, on the cool-out vibe
Boombox blasting all that latest jams
Cardboard in the driveway, yeah, BREAKDANCE
Then, my sister came out and said the phone was for me
I looked around, saw my crew and said who could it be
She said, ‘I can’t tell you that, but this can
They said can I speak to Kevin, and my name’s Roxanne’
Roxanne? Whose trying to play with me, man
Understand, it’s ’85, Roxanne is the jam
SO I said…let me go and see who this is?
The local town prankster or some meddling kids
Whoever it is, I simply plan to settle quick
Ask em their schtick, listen a bit, then CLICK
Phone gripped, ‘Hello, whom I’m spoken to?’
She said’s, ‘My name’s Roxanne and I heard about you
Heard your the local rapper that I need to met
If that’s true, let me know and I’ll continue to speak’
I was shocked to the core, how she know about me?
Roxanne Shante knows about 3D
That was my crew’s name, we had some local fame
Rhyming at lunch tables and basketball games
Anyway, I confirmed I was the person she sought
When she continued, a very important lesson was taught
This was different Roxanne, she ran a church program
To get more youth involved in trying to learn god’s plan
She said, she had idea she’d to propose
That when they had their youth service, my group could compose
A special song about their program and what it provides
Which she described, then gave some time to decide…
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My motto is...bottle this energy quick
Moderately slick, hits like a Lottery pick
You gotta be thick-skinned when you fall for the trick
Appalling and sick, something I could fix with a brick
Building blocks, then stop, watch the passer byes
The mask disguise, matching when they plaster lies
He has survived, but never got to cash the prize
I slashed the price, still they got the last surprise
Cast your eyes upon the sky, SEE HOW HIGH
We can fly, now sound your war-cry
Sure I would like to get my fair shot
I care a lot about the way I share the plot
This is NOT a drama on a modern run
I pondered some, discovered, the genre’s none
Wander, run in the field of life under the sun
White numb, eyes wider than the sight of a...gun
Reserved judgment until I get more intel
Been failed viewing my life thru a thin veil
Sin sells, and pawns get lead like pencils
Hence, hell’s on earth, well, it all makes sense now
Since child-HOOD I was always a pen pal
Write down my thoughts, sign my name, then send out
Write back, or match up words to a tight track
Sidetracked trying to get someone his life back
White-Black, I’m talking bout me, that’s a ripe fact
Pipe packed…give relief like a ice pack
…or a nice stack of wax with the right tracks
Escape reality but it soon slips right back
I sat in the same place when I wrote that
Write rap, and hope someone might quote that
So sad how art is a ends to means
A end to dreams, unless your will intervenes
He’s a skeptic, also…things…easy accepted
A mastered method, a way to my expand my efforts
Hands pull levers, thought pull plans together
Advance and tether my dreams, til they answer better
A cancelled letter of intent, change of weather
Strange endeavor, the kind of thing that brings the pressure
Kings and treasure, philosophers with dreams to measure
Scenes of desserts, lost and we NEED a exit
Beaded necklace , I bought down beneath Texas
These be extras, something to increase the texture
Or take me naked, vulnerable, I keep sacred
I keepsake it, keep patient, but man for Pete sake
I would never fake it, to make it more clear to your ear
Here’s a better statement
You’ll be waiting forever for my replacement
One of one, for better or worse get it done
Hit and run, home-base under the hidden sun
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Hey Party people how do you feel
I got style, finesse and stress appeal
The less you feel, the less you may need to heal
…but still, that ain’t no way to live
I prayed they’d give me a second chance to seal
The deal, so watch my spread love at will
The love for skill, the love for the sense of detail
I focus on the purpose, not the purchase at retail
Soundscan, stream counts, all the routine tools
Fools use to abuse the game, and seem cool
Meanwhile, I study style, break every line down
Or zoom back, to fully extract the full impact
Unbound creative limits, compromise unfound
Have fun when young, till I’m old and I’m rundown
Right now…I didn’t need no fountain of youth
What I spout in the booth, Amount’s to mountain of truth
One white lie, I’m sitting in a chair at a desk
Appearance a mess, not even properly dressed
But probably fresh, that we’ve grown expect
Or am I wrong? Circle A or B to select
I means to collect more than some measly respect
I aim to tap into your soul and cause chilling effect
But chill for a sec, that’s just a goal that I set
To push myself to the limits whether or not that it’s met
It’s all in my head, perfect place to merge with memories
Then turn it to energy that burns in the inner me
Entering new phase, centering new things
Pack up and go to explore some new scenes
2 pair of blue jeans, 3Xs more shirts
Time to write rhymes, drum machine in the man purse
Can’t hurt, to get a recharge from the experts
So, headphones on, yeah, I’m always a fan first
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Hood Diamond DUB Version
03:28
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