“Starshine" is track 3 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Judge
Featuring KXNG CROOKED of Slaughterhouse and King Deco
Co-written by Kinetics & King Deco
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas
Artwork by Khalid Collins

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
I'mma be ready when the spotlight’s on and the hot mic’s on and I got my song
Memorized to a T I'mma hop right on that stage ain’t nobody gon' stop my zone
I'mma make sure they can hear my voice, yes I should, I’mma make sure I’m the clearest choice
So when I’m looking in the mirror I could respect the fact I did the best I could
A gladiator, any arena, to you I’m a slave fighting for your amusement
To me I’m brave heart, bring ‘em to defeat when I’m swinging on the beat, fight for this music
That’s why every lyric is detailed, to send them a message like the inventors of email
Any rapper that only talk about what he bought, I really think he should’ve went into retail
Please tell me why these record companies are giving contracts, to motherfuckers who cannot rap
Really need to stop that, pull another compact disc out the top hat, watch how your top half
Disappear, like a magic trick, his career is gone, he shouldn’t have had the shit
When I spaz and shit, with this psycho bio-hazardous flow, I mastered this flow
Imagine it like it was actually the last rapper spit, any level you
Consider passionate, I’m passing it, to the number one spot I have to get
To the number one spot I have to get, grind every day and you keep on winning
You gon' lose if you ain’t ready, and the whole wide world gon’ keep on spinning

[Hook: King Deco]
You’ve been walking in spirals
Falling all the way down
I don’t need a compass
To lead the way, lead the way now
I can show you how a star shines (2x)

[Verse 2: Accent]
I was born, I will die, and my life force will transcend the physical
When I’m gone, don’t cry, alive an immortal man I’ll have been imbued
With a form, to supply, a light towards the land of the living’s moon
When no more, you will find, at night the world’s enhanced when it’s visible

And here are you, for the birth of an anomaly, for the first of its vibrant gleam
In the obscure there’s a shining beam, emerging over Earth as a fire stream
What purpose does a being of this kind believe is, worth all the sheen and the brightness he sends?
Assurance that at least one might agree with the worship of peace and the right to seek it

Perversion of species blindly leading us further into reaching a time of need when
The couriers of reason and rhyme are teaching to hurt ourselves. Fiends, liars, weaklings!
But worse are the leeches that hire these men to serve the machine that’s designed to keep them
As murderers, thieves who’re denied their freedom, the surrogate beasts, of higher demons

I’m the beacon, when tides have strengthened, lightning on a beach when sky is emptying
The vital missing key to deciphering messages in writing of agreements when signed by executives
Rhymes of an emcee can be vile and negative, inspiring defeat of our entire existences
They buy us for a fee and we decide to be ignorant, glorifying what precedes only crime and imprisonment

My initiative is guiding the influence guys are putting into things a child has interest in
(In) A new direction giving rise to an era in our lines that is better for the minds in development
Diamond necklaces, five figure gems and rings, “I want everything, mommy, they said I can”
That’s the sentiment provided to kids that admire what we spit to them, deprived of their innocence

A wanderer off course in darkness
Who sports a scarf over goggles and walks towards a target
No source of water nor bottled, this lost explorer's harsh
Tour is starlit, he can follow it to the north marching

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Starshine (Feat. KXNG CROOKED & King Deco)

Recorded over "A Space in Air A Space in Air" by Nujabes in 2006.

Untouchable

Recorded over "In Position" by Nujabes in 2006.

Battle Cry (Feat. Krystyle)

Recorded over "Tsurugi No Mai" by Nujabes in 2006.

School of Thought

Written by William "Accent" Rivera and Jeremy "Kinetics" Doussolliet. Engineered and mixed by Tim "One Love" Sommers at Hourglass Studios in 2011.

Runaround (Feat. Kinetics) 

I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?
 
[Accent]
One night to the next, where am I gonna rest?
Likely a bench or it might be some steps
Life is a mess and hunger pains are like a knife to the chest
Get me something riper and fresh with slices of flesh
It’s nice to be blessed, cool water and a white piece of bread
Will keep me a’ight for a sec’ but Jesus Christ I am big
It’s way too hard to keep my little faith relying on him
I’m dying for help so I find myself denying those things
I’m crying again, seems as though I always sigh when it ends
Dirty fingers massage the temples at my sides when I’m tense
Mindful of stench so when I stink at fire hydrants I’ll rinse
Or in the bathroom at the park I’ll wash right in the sink
Under the grime and the grit I discover white and some pink
Guess I forgot the lighter tint to my own type of skin
A silver spoon without a bowl to dip it pridelessly in
Darker man got some boxes, I’ma try to lie next to him…
 
I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?
 
[Accent]
I am asleep in Tompkins, deeply unconscious
Needing this silence but beeping coppers shriek their policing sirens
Like a screaming ambulance, ‘cept they’re what my reason for harm is
Now this feeling on me, slow, speedily exceeds exhaustion
I’m a zombie, hungry for meat with nothing to eat
What is for me to stuff in cheek? But there’s nothing but people ’round me
They surround me, hundreds of these with money to squeeze
What do they see, roughness in me or a touch of what seaps from under…
My subconscious? A wonder’f I’ll be someone who keeps
From punching in weeks, that much I need but I’m stuck as another being
And my façade is, covering me uncomfortably
I want to breach a way further and worthier peak so far beyond this
But for now it is where can I go for shelter?
It’s cold as hell outside even though all the snow has melted
And no one else is nearby, hereby I’m roaming helpless
I don’t remember who my self is. Around I’ll run until then.
 
I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?
 
[Kinetics]
Look at my hands, look what I get for workin’ here
I gave you blood, sweat and tears for like thirty years
I gave you everything I had, thought I’d let you know
So when things are getting bad, why am I the first to go?
Personally man I prefer the person is reprimanded
That would be better than letting him exiting empty handed
Whatever happened to batting for the seniority?
The people never matter the profit is the priority
All I got left is a shirt with a blue collar
An outstretched pocket, a wallet with two dollars
Bummin’ in this runaround, ’till the money come around
Man I should have never put that paintbrush down
Imagine what would happen if I had kept at it every night
Luckily my son found that brush and turned into a mic
And I heard he was makin’ it as an artist
Hopefully he’ll finish what I started…runaround

Runaround (Feat. Kinetics) [On "One Day" Prod. by Onra]

The Grey Kingdom II [On "How You Feel Prod. by Nujabes]

Rapping for Change [On "Beyond" Prod. by Nujabes]

Love | Hate [On "Aruarian Dance" Prod. by Nujabes]

From Strut To Stroll [On "Waltz for Life Will Born" Prod. by Nujabes]

The Grey Kingdom I [On "Peaceland" Prod. by Nujabes]

She Smells Like Flowers [On "Flowers" Prod. by Nujabes]

Stream Of Consciousness [On "Horizon" Prod. by Nujabes]

Emcee Sounds [On "Music is Mine" Prod. by Nujabes]

Mass Pandamoneyum (Remix Feat. B. Love, KTSB & Kinetics) [Prod. by Kid Vision]

Everybody's Crazy (Feat. Kinetics) [Prod. by Kid Vision]

The Warming [Prod. by Kid Vision]

“Belief" is track 10 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Culture I
Featuring Benefit
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1: Accent]
If you believe something has it come true?
And if it does for you will others too trust this “truth”?
To human beings what warrants proof, such that’s clutched and used?
Or ‘s untouched but woos and’s comfort soothes so thus is understood?
And who constructs the rules, one astute yet drudging loon
Whose rubbish fools by hundreds to corrupt recruit and hunt anew?
Or just a dude whose hunger brews as he discovers clues
To what’s above, construing sumptuous jewels that his love persues?
And who instructs the youths, dumb buffoons whose lungs are tools
To numb, confuse and shun the students of a school when tongues dispute
Or honorable productive few who’re blood look upwards to’nd
the bunch reviews countries’ uncouth disgusting roots in utter doom
What governs groups of gullible suckers that follow suit
and hums a tune lulling fools under to snooze while is among the moons
or’s from a womb and once had used a couple thumbs to chew
with gums and drool that jut a tooth to tug at soon's it’s sudd'nly loose

[Hook: Accent]
What am I to make of all this?
‘Cause some will lie to faces often
And I don’t know why I stay to absorb it
‘f’I I tell no they’ll try to erase my thoughts
And wash my mind.

[Verse 2: Accent]
Was it an explosion
Of no known proportion that opened a floating ocean of stars? (of stars)
And once one ends its glowing
Does a nova’s core then re-form to a sort of hole in the dark? (the dark)
And have we been stead’ly growing
From amoebas slowly over the seasons into what creatures we are? (we are)
Or even easier a notion
That people will read was spoken as breeding us from the speech of a God? (a God)
And when we cease to know things
Are beings decomposing the seeds that are thrown for feeding as marl? (as marl)
Or when our breathing’s going
Do we see plateaus of the holiest reach in secrets beyond? (beyond)
Tell me is belief chosen?
By each and their own via freedom to mold the meanings in hearts? (in hearts)
Or is it beaten right over them
And then seemingly woven into the deepest emotions when taught? (when taught)

[Verse 3: Benefit]
If we could play the universe in reverse and rewind it in time
would we find a divine mind behind the design
or would we find the divine mind we're trying to define
too hard to find and incline it's all unguided and blind?
everything mathematically intertwined and combined
dramatically fine tuned then aligned and refined
down to gravity the moon and the rise of the tide
but are we gradually consumed by the lies and the pride?
or the tragedies that doomed all of the guys that have died
is it hard to see the truth through our eyes that have cried?
is it a matter of chance that dna happened gather and dance
and transform ‘to something rather advanced?
we're buried under an avalanche of chatter and rants
that seem to subtract a lot more than they add or enhance
does belief form or collapse from the facts and the proof
that impacts a synapse that adapts to the truth?

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Belief (Feat. Benefit)

“Careless" is track 8 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by DJ Grumble
Featuring Hunter Stout & Lyric Lincoln
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

…Rather than having you get upset
With stabs and indirects exacting some sick revenge
Let’s let this end with nothing flat to bash your head against
Listen I lack the interest and passion I had for intimacy
It is sad yes but who’s mastered the craft of splitting yet?
My feelings left and set me trapped within imprisonment
A little bit I will regret that at last we’ll have finished this
But this is really it, I’m serious, our paths are different (our paths are different)
 
I won’t have a care on my mind
If you’d just stay out my hair then I’d be fine you see
Please do not be scared to change your life
Just wipe away your tears and close your eyes to me
 
…When it rains it’ll pour
I may have claimed you “baby” before but I’m making a call
And I really can’t be your acquaintance at all
because once you know that other folk will ­­­jump my bones you’ll be aching and sore
but stop shaking, what you painicking (panicking) for?
On upwards note in a month or so you’ll come to own a greater strength to endure
So for all the pain in your heart you should know the blame isn’t yours
You hit the nail along but it’s not the same anymore (it’s not the same anymore)
 
I won’t have a care on my mind
If you’d just stay out my hair then I’d be fine you see
Please do not be scared to change your life
Just wipe away your tears and close your eyes to me

And I can’t expect you not to cry for this
But while you wet your retina and irises your vision’s cloudiest
Wha’d you think it lies when men said love is blind? ‘cause cognitively 
it disrupts the mind and tends to affect your judgment powerfully
But fortunately such is the suffering a flower lives
When it’s deprived of water and heat for survival in a vase and withers
Dying for acknowledgment, though you’ll be fine my promises
But none apologies, try and be strong, let’s get on with it [let’s get on with it]

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Careless (Feat. Hunter Stout & Lyric Lincoln)

“Pride" is track 6 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by DJ Grumble
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

Pride, is an unequaled form of encouragement
Why? ‘cause you don’t even need another person for it
So when your searching ends and you know what your purpose is
You will infer the perfectness of your superb inherent gifts
Fries, curly or wedges and a burger dish
And a side of something swirly and pink with a cherry in it
No one in this world is meant for servicing that’s permanent
So after you work a shift journal for personal furthering	
Inscribe, the urges and wishes you nurture within
In time, you’ll earn the position for discerning them
So when you have determined a certain thing you prefer to bring
To earth-a-lings you’ll feel it surging in you when it’s surfacing
And pride’ll make you say…

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pride, 
is a motivator…

Pride’s a famed source of expedient intentions
Why? ‘cause it aims you towards achieving your potential
Seeking in the distance greater reasons for existence
As revealed amidst your digging makes for meaningful continuance
Hi, bacon, more cheese, sardines or grilled chicken
On a pie is eight fourteen with a free three liter beverage
Pizza as a living ain’t decent if it’s indefinite
Lead into fields of interest your dreams shouldn’t be neglected
Try, to be your best and you’ll seem more distinguished
‘cause your mind, can deem your flesh sore, weakened and rigid
Peace and inner wisdom are the keys to which direction
Will release pinning suppression when you scream a string of yeses
And keep with tradition singing…

Hook 2

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pride,
Is a motivator…

Pride, is which impetus is intrinsic to progress
Why? ‘cause if it isn’t sensed then your stinting your mindset
Finishing a product you’re intimately involved in
And witnessing the image your thoughts envisioned’s an honor
Chai, or lemon ginger’nd the skin of an orange
I, can put cinnamon in your Americana
Sitting there for hours thinking what a prick your boss is
Should never be for the long run, so visit some better options
Strive, to be the best at your specialty poss’ble
And inside, invest the energy neccess’ry to prosper
When you get an offer extended that’s for the job of 
The cen’try, bet you’re prouder the second your chin is brought up
Now skip and frolic yelling….

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pride,
Is a motivator…

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Pride

“Black Canvas" is track 5 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by DJ Grumble
Featuring Kyle Lucas, Hunter Stout & Lyric Lincoln
Co-written by Hunter Stout & Lyric Lincoln
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

I don’t even see no stars
A black canvas for graffiti thoughts
I’ma need some chalk
So I can leave my mark
On the world…

My black canvas’s portrait attached a handprint that 
overlapped it with random rhetoric in rapper languages
That vast pamphlets absorbent I scratched tangents for 
no one’s class to answer before math on their campuses	
The last exam of the morning I lapsed vanishing	
During, enacting fantasies forming imagined planets drift
Orange clashed with mandarin storminess fastly spanning then
Forging when tanner tangerine torrents had crafted canyon’s depths
Of coriander granite then pouring a saffron sandy-esque
Soil on the flattened landing that coursed through the cracks which ran through it
I fathomed fancier forests when acid amber blend-
-ed ashed salmon pink, brass, coral’nd a dash of amethyst
Jasmine languidness gave mangos tint when they’d hang on limbs
By where the manta swims enchanting men with its chance ascend
Soreness, a spasmic pang and twinge endorses my sagging gangly head’s
horror, I haven’t handled this nor will I pass the blankest test…

I don’t even see no stars
A black canvas for graffiti thoughts
I’ma need some chalk
So I can leave my mark
On the world…

My charred cloths were carved off of large whorls
And are s’cured on draw’ng boards where marks form
My water source is a jar or gourd for laundering oils
I bought for four dollars or more at the art store
Afar lorn’s a ball supporting our worlds
From starkness born is the hard warmth of that sparkling orb
A tarry solvent of dark azure on my parcel’s poured
And partially swirled to garner ardent orchid from scarlet procured
While imparting thoughts of cathartic cost to the garb that’s taut
Where Mars is saw amongst an army chalked in frosted arctic gloss
Bark bronze and barley browns in its carpeting sauce
Are hardly lost against a parsley moss and the quartz of ours
Warped across the harsh beyond in the sparsest cos-
-mic albatross are the marble rocks of a harmful wash
I sharpen my posture’nd argue softening its harsh façade
That quarrel’s lost so I toss my tarp, sorry, au revoir

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Black Canvas (Feat. Kyle Lucas, Hunter Stout & Lyric Lincoln)

“Just For Tonight" is track 4 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Judge
Featuring Jitta On The Track
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

Party in the city, molly in my system
A charger from the sixties, drop me where they spinnin’
Drinkin’ bottles full of whiskey, offered to by women
Tonight I’m throwin’ twenties, tomorrow gon be different

I wanna ball just for tonight
I wanna ball just for tonight
I wanna ball just for tonight
I wanna ball just for tonight

I just wanna swig on margaritas while I hit on mamasitas
Of different exotic features with glitter tossed on their t-shirts
Maybe named Esmeralda & Rita that would want emeralds and new sneakers
Everything ephemeral that is fleeting, why can’t I just get to ball for one evening?	
So lemme get a extra shot of tequila, for this Aztecan goddess, while I’m dreaming
She’ll have something sexy on that I’m feeling, but then I better get it gone for the feeling, get it?
Confetti fall from the ceiling, liquor drawl when I’m speaking
& I ain’t getting sick at all ‘cause I’m eating & everybody sweating off what they drinking
X dissolves in Martinis, strippers pose in bikinis
With tricks on poles for the people that tip ‘em from rolls when seeing them
The glint from their golden earrings is fitting with the neon green
Glowing sticks and the sparklers we gon collect where the fog machine is	
Sipping sauce and I’m leaning, sniffing coke and I’m speeding
Tripping balls and I’m feinding, to live (!) I would give my soul to a demon
Kicking it with thick and gorgeous Latinas, that can’t spit a lick or word of no English
With their pretty lips that’s glossy and pinkish, I tell ya man this is why I love sleeping/16
Tonight I hit a…

It’s 4:04am, I’m snoring again
But what I see behind my eyelids is all of my friends
My entire team is popping bottles and pouring to blend
Some orange in what normal gents would call un-affordable gin
So while they’re poor we’re in the corner for important men
Uncorking ten portions of foreign gems for us to gorge and binge
The more I spend, the more I spin but I ain’t worried when
I always am above the water’s end like dolphin’s dorsal fins
I know it’s awful and horrible that I want a wronger bliss
But my sub-consciousness often emits stories that don’t exist
So before it’s six, I’ll be talking slick to some gorgeous chicks
And showing off with my tips for the bar, this is the awesomest/

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Just For Tonight (Feat. Jitta On The Track)

“Paper Game" is track 2 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Judge
Featuring Skyzoo & Kinetics
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
My day one motto I keep that, close enough for me to reach that
Stand on what I plan on, my hands on, my seat back
My camp on, I needs that, FGR my brainchild
Group of guys that I move beside and like 2 for 5s our name loud
Loud enough but still low enough, where you don't gotta know what I'm holding up
Just know that I'm still holding mine, golden pride, golden nuts
Golden jewels, right from birth, all or nothing, might could work
Rap about how they trapped us out and y'all ask about like it's a Bible verse
But I'm still on my pay now, counting up on my way out
Sweetest sound is that bill pluck, well after me and what I lays down
Down for all that I know, just say the word and I go
I map out and then black out, I take that route ‘cause I'm grown
And I done seen too many mistakes from trying to get your shit straight
So we dress up like we been full, but frame of mind like we skipped plates
I wake up, kick a prayer, contemplate on what Skip say
And then get back to this bread run, sucks for y'all and your distaste

[Hook: Accent]
They won’t take who I am away
In this paper game
Cause one day I'll get a raise, I'll get a raise
But I'll always stay the same, I'll stay the same now

[Verse 2: Accent]
Who I am is never gon’ change, whether for fame, women, or dames
If it’s gold chains, fifths of rosé or bricks of cocaine, whatever no thing
Could dishevel my name when I better my pay, I’ll be setting my pace so just get out my way
I could get along great putting pen on my page, if there’s bread on my plate, and some edamame
My soul ain’t to sell even if it exists, so go somewhere else I don’t need to be rich
To smoke a pair Ls if my nose deemed fit, or boast a bare self and hopefully feed kids
Know it’s fair or healthy that most people’d pick, cozy’s where we’ll be if only seen a tenth
Of what all millionaires held over years since they wrote and shared tales and stories of greediness
Don’t get me wrong I need money and a good amount, but I wouldn’t want or seek none that I couldn’t count
Scribble on sheets humming what is from my mouth, and always honestly fluffers ought to cut it out
But it’s hard to be someone if you struggle now ‘cause you gotta own green coming to another pile
I performed in streets once for the funds around, and I was poor but cheap cups stopped the stomach growls
Cash won’t dull my identity, my passion or vulnerability
Towards that of a lulled intensity or a lack of what pulls my energy
From the back of my skull through the wind I breathe, I won’t crash my hull into anything
My knap sack full, trying to live my dreams, but a stack’d be cool ‘cause my rent ain’t free

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kinetics]
They put an eye on the pyramid, pyramid on the dollar
I'm peerin' at all them dollars, but spiritually I'm hollow
And we all wanna make our list bigger, ready to die like ditch diggers
No soul like stick figures, fixated on six figures
Checks on your Chase, you got checks on your Uptowns
With Chucks on, so chicks frown when they check you out and they look down
Is it materialistic? Is it a limit edition you bought?
Or are you just merely a mirror of images, and you're not really artistic at all?
All of this paper chasin' traces anciently
Face it, basically back to nations based on basic masonry
Even the Bible told you, the profit is honorary, stop with the commentary
Just stop at depositories, and pocket the monetary
Walk to the monastery, repent
Light the Dalai Lama's Nag Champa, that's burnin' Dalai's incense
Hence, yo life is a bitch, file divorce
As long as you handle the child support, remember to smile in court...'Netics!

Paper Game (Feat. Skyzoo & Kinetics)

“The Grey Kingdom III" is track 1 on Accent's free album, "The Last Lyricist."

Recorded on "Kodama" by Nujabes
Mixed by One Love
Mastered by Skinny Atlas

[Lyrics]

The clear square tears his ears as if a pair of shears /
Impaired wha’’d ferry’nd carry fairy airlings through our hero’s sphere /
A glare is theirs but very scared one rears un-sparing spears /
That nearly sear whose daring is more fearless than the fiercest bear’s /			
So there he steers, comparing gears and blaring bearer’s flares /
With sheer despair’s a tear appears parrying where i’d pierce his wear /
Prepared he wears on where a weary swear he hears is shared /
His sneering beard is smeared ensnaring hairs with fairer feral care/	

“Beware his barrel” (gun shot) In the scuffle he pulls his knuckle /
The bullet bust(s) through the muscle’nd removes a chunk or two from him’s /
Fluids’ sputtered pool’s puddle oozes t’under’s shoes rubber’s /
Drool’s bloody “ts too sudden” loses color and droops becom’ng it / 					
Soon there’s nothing…………………… but a tooth in front’f’im /
Two pull & one of them scoops to covet what’s loose from gums and’s / 
useful’s thumb prints, movement’s tough with each grueling function /
Slowly up he stumbles woozily’s’f drunken to how the cruel the sun is /	

“Ooh it burns”. Blindness, behind his eyelids on his iris /
Are his horrors hours out of darkness when tomorrow’s sparkling /
Orange aura’s ardor starts to warm the water’s arm discharges /
His cartridge’d carved chests & cartiledge in their karma’s carnage /					
He barfs a large mess caused by the stink of rotting carcass /
Mixed with the stench of the garbage cartons that’s thickened by the fire’s harshness /
He squints & marches limping farther startled still by our star’s glint /
Then trips & falls stiffened, garments dripping onto where car’s skid /

Black… then there, a man in an ambulance /
On a chair at a slant and barely catching any panting breaths /
For air to get t’im random paramedics put their hands on him /
And spare him from a phantom’s stare of deadness, in a transient blend /				
Of awareness with the trance-like ‘mare his head’s in while they’re transplanting /
His carriage to a managed caree’s section of the damage den /
A car’mel tinged damsel’s sterile utensils connect his branded skin /
N’er a twinge. “The name’s Clara.” says her with a handsome grin /

And for a moment light becomes’f her glowless grayish blur /
But changes f’worse from snowy brightness unt’-the stone-esque shade ‘t’was first /
His face then turns t’what’s broken knives cut both that painf’lly heard /
It frames a certain someone pointing higher so they may converse /					
Away that person jumps and boldly flys up towards the place she works /
He’xclaims: “Where’s my stuff, my clothes”.  She signs him t’where most hang their shirts /
Naked, the nurse uncomf’t’bly closes eyes, he goes t’exchange the skirt /
And’s erased when hers come to open widely. “Oh but wait you’re hurt!” /

…Aft’r’e(e) d’parts, when our planet’s axis arcs /
What lasts of our van’shing star is tannish orange for latter parts /
Of astral art. His half is parked where he’d asked he ‘mbark /
And the flapping scarves of their masking tarps dance and lark /
As he answers: “Hark! Your path is smart but rather hard /
And these drastic sparring matches are what have you marked with battle scars /
Yet your practice mars the savage hearts of who attack and harm /
So when a badge is sparse you’ll grant them war, you’re the “Shadowguard””. /
(shadowguard, shadowguard) s’If but a dream? /
‘cause that newer pal just flew through clouds, though in this city he’s seen /
Some unusual nouns with inhuman prowess that exist in his streets /
Congruous gowns but super powers are the difference between...

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The Grey Kingdom III

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First single off the upcoming EP, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Skinny Atlas
Additional production by One Love

Featuring Benefit, Kinetics, and Dylan Owen
Additional vocals by Hunter Stout

Belief

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Belief (Feat. Kinetics & One Love, Benefit & Dylan Owen)

Second single off the upcoming EP, "The Last Lyricist."

Produced by Skinny Atlas

Featuring KXNG Crooked and King Deco

[Verse 1: Accent]
I was born, I will die, and my life force will transcend the physical
When I’m gone, don’t cry, alive an immortal man I’ll have been imbued
With a form, to supply, a light towards the land of the living’s moon
When no more, you will find, at night the world’s enhanced when it’s visible
And here are you, for the birth of an anomaly, for the first of his vibrant gleam
In the obscure there’s a shining beam, emerging over Earth as a fire stream
What purpose does a being of this kind believe is, worth all the sheen and the brightness he sends?
Assurance that at least one might agree with the worship of peace and the right to seek it
Perversion of species blindly leading us further into reaching a time of need when
The couriers of reason and rhyme are teaching to hurt ourselves, Fiends, liars, weaklings!
But worse are the leeches that hire these men to serve the machine that’s designed to keep them
As murderers, thieves who’re denied their freedom, the surrogate beasts of higher demons
I’m the beacon, when tides have strengthened, lightning on a beach when sky is emptying
The vital missing key to deciphering messages in writing of agreements when signed by executives
Rhymes of an emcee can be vile and negative, inspiring defeat of our entire existences
They buy us for a fee and we decide to be ignorant, glorifying what precedes only crime and imprisonment
My initiative is guiding the influence guys are putting into things a child has interest in
A new direction giving rise to an era in our lines that is better for the minds in development
Diamond necklaces, five figure gems and rings, “I want everything, mommy, they said I can”
That’s the sentiment provided to kids that admire what we spit to them, deprived of their innocence

[Hook: King Deco]
You’ve been walking in spirals
Falling all the way down
I don’t need a compass
To lead the way, lead the way now
I can show you how a star shines

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
I'mma be ready when the spotlight’s on and the hot mic’s on and I got my song
Memorized to a T I'mma hop right on that stage ain’t nobody gon' stop my zone
I'mma make sure they can hear my voice, yes I should, I’mma make sure I’m the clearest choice
So when I’m looking in the mirror I could respect the fact I did the best I could
A gladiator, any arena, to you I’m a slave fighting for your amusement
To me I’m brave heart, bring ‘em to defeat when I’m swinging on the beat, fight for this music
That’s why every lyric is detailed, to send them a message like the inventors of email
If you a rapper that only talk about what he bought, I really think you should've went into retail
Please tell me why these record companies are giving contracts, to motherfuckers who cannot rap
Really need to stop that, pull another compact disc out the top hat, watch how your top half
Disappear, like a magic trick, his career is gone, he shouldn’t have had the shit
When I spaz and shit, with this psycho bio-hazardous flow, I mastered this flow
Imagine it like it was actually the last rapper spit, any level you
Consider passionate, I’m passing it, to the number one spot I have to get
To the number one spot I have to get, grind every day and you keep on winning
You gon' lose if you ain’t ready, and the whole wide world gon’ keep on spinning

Starshine

Starshine (Feat. KXNG Crooked & King Deco)

The third single from the upcoming EP, "The Last Lyricist."

Featuring Kinetics

Produced by One Love

Paper Game (Feat. Kinetics & One Love)

Overcast

Rapping For Change (feat. Juliana Daily)

"Desire" is the first single off my upcoming EP, THE VOID.

Featuring Hunter Stout
Produced by Xandra

Desire (Feat. Hunter Stout) [Prod. by Xandra]

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I want to tell the real story of Hip-Hop again, as folk, of the common people. To bring real life to the music, to be that voice within the genre. A lot of Hip-Hop now is a fantasy and it's the music of our culture so we keep along with it over the years, we can't necessarily relate to it anymore but it changes our ideals so we follow it into our futures. Modern Hip-Hop is an odd catch 22. I want people to know there is an artist within their favorite genre of music that is one of them and speaks from the same realm of experience, there is an easily accessible rapper out there named Accent who tells their story, not the 1% within them that got rich as a puppet in the system.

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