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SONG CREDITS:
Produced, mixed, mastered, recorded, written, and performed by: Analog Dive

LYRICS:
Where you stay at it don’t matter / The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter / Put aloha on it, let it, blossom / $#$$ yo ego man, I can smell it, rotten. I remember, it’s all I can say /
Big Island born Hilo 1988 / Rapped a little bit now the kids call me crazyeight. Crazy for the way I spit, eight for the 808 / Watch these rhymes stick like Opihi in you brain. If I’m speaking foreign tongue, then google what I slang / If you know what I’m saying, talk pidgin to be mane / Then crack a green one and buss  the ukulele / It’s a small place you better back up what you say / Put aloha on it, like rice on everything. We stunt with pride %$$% yo diamond thangs / No 24 carats, just an island chain.

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/

All the bruddahs, sisters, uncles, aunties unda one roof/ This one’s for you, and the rice pot too/
Leave yo ego at the front door just like yo shoes/ No rush no where, leave the drama in the news/ 
I miss HI like you miss the old Kanye/ I love HI like Kanye loves Kanye/ I miss the Laulaus and the Musubis/ I miss the salt water without the sewer stink/ We don’t got no winter just a colder summer/ The white folks come and change a little color/ Spend two weeks out the year on a beach house stylin’/ You gonna gentrify the whole %$$^(*^ Island/ From the road to Hana all the way to Lahaina/ One %$^&&*& luau now you think you Hawaiian/ I’m a Big Island boy, Waimea thought I told ya/ I like my women like my coffee, Kona/

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/

I smell the smoke from the Huli Huli/ Black sand on my feet from Waipio Valley/ This place was bettah without yo concrete/ All I see on the beach is backs with sunscreen/ Mo bettha the way it was, you $%^&*&& it up slowly/ Put the shakah down, how you gonna $%$$ up Poke/ You gonna serve me rice with a side of fish/ Now Hipster me this and butt $%$$ these chop sticks/  This one’s for all the beautiful people/ HI and all of it’s heroes/ Mahalo, for those that paved the way/ Bruno Mars, Bruddah Iz, and Max Holloway/ Bless up to The Duke and Eddie Aikau/ Now don't you %(^%$ out/ I missed plenty names the last I gotta drop um’/ All The Kings from Kamehameha to Obama/ 16

Keawe through the splippah/ Ama on the A’a (delay) The vog took the mountains / Haoles took the beaches / Keawe through the splippah Ama on the A’a/ The vog took the mountains, Haoles took the beaches / We call it pakalolo, you call it marijuana /Where’s the marijuana, I think I smell the ganja/ I think I smell the ganja/ I think I smell the ganja/ We call it pakalolo you call it marijuana/
Where’s the marijuana, I think I smell the ganja/

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/

Put Aloha On It (Radio Edit)

Drunken Mirrors

Rebuild The Sun Feat. Rebellion

BitterSweet L.A. Feat. Scarub & Abstract Rude

Bloody Hands

Burnt

'A'ā is the first step into my new sound. A more universal soulful backdrop with a catchy chorus while still keeping the wordplay sharp.

'A'ā (Ah-Ah) Feat. Creed Chameleon

Flowers in the Desert is a song about perseverance. Even though the song is my personal story of how I dealt with the Pandemic, it's a song meant to relate to anyone pulling through tough times.

SONG CREDITS
Written / Recorded / Mixed / Mastered / Produced by: Analog Dive(Blake A. Borisoff)
Chorus vocals by: Michelle Madrid 
Instruments used: Samples and Electric Bass by Analog Dive (Blake A. Borisoff)

LYRICS
Chorus
I keep searching for the light/
there ain’t no sun in the sky/
but nothing lasts forever/
even flowers grow in the desert/
Verse 1
I remember the fear I remember the panic/
this will all be over and we’ll all be back at it/
My lady in disbelief tears down her cheek/
got the call on the 12th, unemployed but the 13th/
march of 2020, I’ll never forget it/
lost our jobs the same day, we worked in entertainment/
counting all our money how long can we stretch it/
filed for unemployment, I don’t know if we’ll get it/
at the bodega picking up meats and vegetables/
I’ve never seen white folk look this uncomfortable/
you’re a long way from sprouts, You better tuck in that watch/
looking for Toilet paper like it was crack rock/
restless months and now there’s civil unrest/
We took it to the streets, they called it violent protest/
they would suggest to step back and watch injustice gloat/
while another pig kneels on the next man’s throat/
Chorus
Verse 2
I’m watching it Burn to the bottom of the wick/
not waiting till the ocean floor claims this ship/
the worlds on fire and we need to get Reti/
ain’t no way we gonna keep these chess pieces steady/
got Ohana in Vegas, I think the next move is there/
cuz rent here is fucked liked American health care/
1,400 for a house that’s what Had me/
heading out, out of Cali, Cali/
started at the top and now we’re here, at the bottom/
unemployment is about to run out just like your father/
and I ain’t waiting for the government to solve this problem/
trust issues like a woman who’s been cheated on often/
working two jobs trying to make ends meet/
for you rich kids, I ain’t talking human centipede/
I’m talking no sleep in between shifts feeling strung/
delirium got me feeling numb, speaking dumb/
shift leads barking orders like a punk bitch/
stocking shelves at Target getting trained by  kids/
sucking in my pride while these fuckers power trip/
if they knew I did for a living they’d lose their shit/
I got married and lost a career to this pandemic/
and I lost all the stress that came with it/
what I learned is that status brings unnecessary pressure/
COVID locked us down but brought us closer together/
Chorus

Flowers In The Desert

Flowers In The Desert Feat. Michelle Madrid

Big Island, Hawaii born and raised, adopted by Los Angeles. Mestizo Mexican Jewish rapper, beat producer, studio engineer, and talent buyer. The goal is to make music and smile baby.