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Inserted in the circuit, there is beauty in the curse/
my purpose and my work is facilitating birth/
from the dirt hit by the light through the pen I use to write/
inciting my insight to make beautiful the blight/
this life...this life/
x2/
so I pursue the gloom till I burn through my shoes/
transduce the doom and watch life fully bloom/
on the canvas is room another scene or two/
the schematic I drew, never blew the fuse/
this life...this life/
x2/
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Verse 1
Wisdom broken unsifted listen
it takes refining to get the glisten
in caverns and mines of the mind I'm chipping
breaking and tearing the surface stripping
silica sand I'm in a process gritting
grinding the grid till the gold i'm lifting
a deep well dug but we keep on digging
to the bedrock, sediment, gravel and asphalt
spirits rocks hit the flask at the last call
smoke the spark try to grasp at the past yall
remember the beauty of your life like in last fall
but that's all-over, and over,
and over again repetitious my friend
we pretend we can mend with the wisdom we send
the world that's a pearl that we see in our lense
Verse 2
raw yet invaluable so do not forsake it
waste it, or let it go, complacent
it can't be abated, negated, evaded,
or any other thing that implies some faking
strive for the greatness, and lies cannot face this
be wise with the basics, and sly with your paces
through mountains, and mesas, valleys and places
every single day, despite life's phases
or flavors just take this, and tell me what it's worth
I work to birth the vision when it is at term
cause I yearn to learn with wisdom discern
magnetic magnesium attractive burn
blind by the burst of the bright bold words
I lead and serve search the absurd
yet speak no slur to be sure that I'm heard
Hook
Raw,
meaning unrefined
raw,
in the state you find
raw,
with the dirt combined
raw,
when I state my mind
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these bones this flesh who am I when I die?
on earth right now I'm alive as a scribe
from the present to the future I high step stride
just wide eyed guy, I collide
right into the past with the passing time
but the dry bones rise at the call of my cry
my breath and my voice still resound in the sky
bound by the time plane now I arrive
wherever someone is getting down with my rhyme
recorded wave form as I polish my grind
yes this power is mine with a powerful mind
to leave it behind as the hours will chime
I vibe, another tower I climb
cause an art done well is alive beyond time
preservation of a craft that at last I refined
from muse to jester then a master enshrined
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Verse 1
it's dime a dozen
for mainstream brainwash
yet we're grinding under
articulate chain saws
vigilante gunning
at mass produced lame songs
see I kinda wonder
why they are the same songs
like ratta tat tat with a click clack its sad
that you still don't know
they've been making you impostors
stomp on top your own soul
better learn how to chop with a proper flow
midwest here and I'm on my roll
go solo roam when I'm on my own
through the microphone cord into your dome
I'm molding hope on the road I go
no toll I owe cause I own my own
I know you're told don't show your glow
though it shines so bright and golden bro
we'll take that down with a shoulder hold
and rise above their lowest low
I know my goal
self control
a master in action
is sacred in his day
a rapper with passion
leaves waves in his wake
but laughter is absent
when fakes take praise
and actors are acting
like they run the game
Hook
rapping about that faster life
they don't have the stamina
numb to all the pain and strife
they don't have the stamina
succumbing to their strongest vice
they don't have the stamina
looking out through blurry sights
they don't have the stamina
Verse 2
hip hop and a kick drop
and stick hit on the rim shot
vocals in the mix - I
rhyme right to the tip top
finish no pit stop
flow beyond the sick slop
gimmicks from piss pot
they're desperate, and did flop
listen up this track is hot
room to grow - expansion slot
- substantial, this isn't pop
but it's written out in common font
past the height of a cosmonaut
verbally flowing out ambiance
what is there outside your wants
the global youth need our response
- not nonchalance –
cause so many will live in pain
insane they bang till they all are slain
cock the glock bust shots and thangs
wonder how they're ever gonna find that break
with the weight everyday they're under now they strain
drop the game – just drop the game
drop the game – just drop the game
triple or double or five times over
still you're slow son I thought I told you
I'm putting in work up in my dojo
all that's left now is your photo
you died in the ride when the car collide
drunk and high so fly...good bye
y'all living a lie will limit your time
but I emcee deep when I write my rhymes
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8. |
My Bleeding Heart
03:16
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9. |
So I Write
04:26
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10. |
number 25
04:00
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Cuzco (LoopholeUK Remix)
03:00
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Verse 1
twenty three years walking this path
trying find the way but keeps looking back
never realizing he wasn't even trapped
in the first place when he left that land
no better off now than when he met the sand
the sun shines down and burns this man
peeling from the heat man, forget getting a tan
but he can't his view has a slant
that's why he ran with no plan and he's standing stranded
wishing that he would've kept the life he was handed
reflecting now he sees he took it for granted
yet must keep scanning for the future landing
in the place that he dreams will have answers spanning
the width of his life questions chanting
where's a genie in a bottle with the wishes granting
there it is in that oasis as he falls down panting
Hook in Spanish (Traipse Resolute)
Yo veo el mundo tan poco profundo
Toda va sin rumbo asi que me pregunto
por que busco algo tan perdido como Cuzco
por que lucho aunque no termino con mucho
Rough English translation:
I see the world so shallow
Everything goes without a direction / so I ask myself
Why am I searching for something so lost as Cuzco
Why am I fighting even though I don't end up with much
Verse 2
Every book stacked high would pass the sky
knowledge we obtained till the day we die
when our brains will dry like it never even mattered
on those days you cried days you tried
to understand it all till your brains were fried
pain inside wonder why it even is
that we stay alive with this tainted vibe
to escape we try cause this place will lie
I look for another way a way to run away
far away to evade the way I'm living my days
to be brave forge force an escape
to be great more sources to take
what I need to believe like a drink from a lake
but I wait I'm behind the gate
the mass and the weight of knowledge obtained
answers even less left to strain
Verse 3
Beauty and misery
the future and history
truth and mystery
invade so blissfully
they ebb and flow so cyclically
they tread real slow but not visibly
we are blind to our minds own trickery
from a seed growing tall like a hickory
but one will not find it on an endless journey
it will not become apparent when your on that gurney
I could yell it out the loudest but I'd doubt you heard me
it the only thing in life that will stand so sturdy
try to balance there upon it flips you topsy turvey
no matter how pure it seems to some it's dirty
You can find it in an eon well, maybe thirty
so settle on down why this hurry?
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Houdini (hunkE Remix)
03:22
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Verse 1
I'll never know another like Houdini
one who could come through and leave so freely
when it came to the cypher he would rhyme so speedy
speak with a knowledge of pain so deeply
the homie never greedy in fact he was needy
left on like street like graffiti
every night he would light up a bag of the green leaf
and fight with his might for a key to type delete
loosing every battle never veni vidi vicci
believe me
if one deserved a break it would definitely be he
ten years ago the last day that was peachy
the hand that was dealt to the man Houdini
demanded some help but he ran so freely
vanishing again to the land of the weed
breathe deeply
skin covered with cuts slices and burns
he dug with his knife what he felt he deserved
fell to the dirt, cause he felt all the hurt
yell and he'd curse, tell all the birds
hell wasn't worse than the cell of his birth
selling his nerves then quell it with herb
he'd spell and work so well with the verbs
relevant verse with eloquent words
yet hella disturbed – word
left to the curb - stirred
then I heard - slurred
before all this occurred
a son with hope and eyes of joy
in this man so badly burned
by a place with rage in the rain insane
slain as the earth would turn
Hook
watch it happen - wonder how
angels fall they crash on down
queens and kings no longer now
once so proud but broke their crowns
castles burned – in the clouds
now they walk here on the ground
voice is gone – can not shout
all they know is pain and doubt
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Inserted in the circuit, there is beauty in the curse/
my purpose and my work is facilitating birth/
from the dirt hit by the light through the pen I use to write/
inciting my insight to make beautiful the blight/
this life...this life/
x2/
so I pursue the gloom till I burn through my shoes/
transduce the doom and watch life fully bloom/
on the canvas is room another scene or two/
the schematic I drew, never blew the fuse/
this life...this life/
x2/
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