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LYRICS:
Right About Now
Written by: Stein
Produced: @TheCratez
Ima get it-got it –good-let it/Be known yall approach the throne seek beheading/Them high hopes slide down slope of regretting/Don’t let your niggas fill up your tank with unleaded/Forget it I’m back now, so fourth it/ Send’em to the background with the tall guy in the portrait/No more sonning mcs ,ill pay for abortions/These bad apples only try spoiling the orchid/I mean, just me and my team no grimy dudes/Do my thing on the Low-mein , no Chinese food/Shake my head like who the fuck sign these dudes/Cause shit! If I aint nice the sky aint blue/In the lab putting in work, tracks of peak hours/ take it to the max , Zack, Screech Powers/ yall niggaz is relaxed in pasture and flowers/ ill be in the back to blast on these cowards/
 
2x: Right About Now! Watch me do my thing, of course ima do my thing. Ima do my thing, watch me do my thing, of course Ima do my thing Right About now!

Ill bars, hot flow, I bring that/ haters get Cleveland on me cause the Kings back/ ahead of my time the futures a memory/ so when I think back I can’t remember me/ a better me? No such thing like letter 3/ surprise toilets, this shit they never seen/ I get noticed Mill City to Medellin/ that’s international, yall spit irrational/ bunch of old spoofs who flow with no truth/weight they don’t push, gats they don’t shoot/ lying thru their teeth fronting like gold tooth/ just call them D12 they aint got not proof/ that gut feeling was a body shot for ya/ punch lines from the champ moody brought for ya/ Moody Block warrior, yall niggas just divas, Eva Longorias dying from dysphoria/(2x HooK)

2. RIGHT ABOUT NOW

THE NICEST
Written by: Stein
Produced: @LooseCannonBeat
(2x Hook) One Two Spit it on Three, Its about to go down and your gon see- Watch me light it up man, as I spit fire, shout out to the nicest MC, oh shit that is me!
Yo, wave to the shooting comet that shot out the moody projects/ since genesis I been in this moving like sonic/ homie see you don’t want it promised youll get ruined on it/ written things so sickening, listen and you will vomit/ big ups to me and shout out to the paper chase, it’s a journey I don’t need attorneys just to make my case/ Ima superstar Lingo told me they know who you are and the rumors are I standout like Abdul jabar/ guess I’m famous like stars and straps for all my bars and wraps, itching for money but ill, start from scratch, I’m done lounging, jump on the track and run round it, all alone on the throne, STEIN uncrowned King.(2x Hook)
I never follow the leader, I just beat’em to the destination, you will now witness a demonstration of levitation/ Mahatma Gandhi rocking a bomb beat, talking to zombies. Out of that long sleep before the revelation/ Deep shit they swimming in the excrement of excellence, slam poetry, wrestle with the testaments/ I’m ahead of my time, a notch above your watch, no regular shots, I make my own like heckler and Koch/ I’m thee nicest, if you aint feeling this then your lifeless, Mill city to the moon and back all within a nightshift/ a I spit this with preciseness of a sniper, focused on his target got the last one on his hit list/ Got this ! eight ball corner pocket now I rackem up/ every verse is hands on just to smack them up/ I never make a scene but I do it proper/ catch me with an Asian queen and she hotter than sriracha/ loves the man behind the music, phantom of the opera/ outer mind type of dimes when I’m channeling my chakra/ frank as Sinatra, spank your whole roster/ still water runs deep, now sleep hang with the lobsters/ (2xHook)

4. THE NICEST

2AM Improv
Written by: Stein
Produced: @DrDre
Motherfucker I’m back! You thought I was gone, Shit you’re very wrong/ I never ran out of the juice, Barry Bonds/ Clever, aint nothing but proof I carry on, to get the Jones up on a track like Marion/ and I’m, whipping the civic but you niggas say the Maybach/ why would I say that? Hear it when I get it/ homie I got a laid back scholar kind of spirit in my parlor writing my rhymes polishing my lyrics/ acknowledge nothing like mine. Promise me the merit, Moody projects top of the line can nobody near it/ and everybody fear it, that’s why they stay away from it/ I been hungry feeling like I got 8 stomachs/ clean dishes, I mean this, I ate from it/ talking is cheap you wonder why I said nothing/ drop the beat showem how a great does it/ no drop the beat, showem how a great does it/ I spread enlightenment-writing it-or reciting it/ unforgettable style remembered like a titan is/ niggaz know it, I’m better than yall/ give you bars like you violated federal law/ oh you’re a soldier? Put you on the veteran wall/ King of the Mills I reign Rain wetting them all/ so don’t sleep, you might as well forget the alarm/ pen in my hand equal to a teak in my palm/ oh yet wait, forget it, either weapon you’re gone/ its checkmate I think before I move with the pawn/ and I been screwing the bomb, chick wearing loubitton, Louie Vuitton/ want my baby strap 2 on the schlong, catch that gravy start moving along you’re not fooling a Don/ c’mon give the flows hot, kick it like CroCop, breaks niggas no head spinning or robot/ fake niggas all you getting is no props. I can’t stop, won’t stop, because I don’t stop!

3. 2AM IMPROV

Ascension
Written by: Stein
Produced: @VansBeats
(2X Hook) We looking up cause from the bottoms where we rising, down to earth but I keep reaching for the skies man, one life to live to do what you want give it a try fam, one minute you’re here the other you just disappear
I got this good feeling, Lord willing, everything goes as planned, and understand what glitters aint always golden man/ I know where the bottom is, home of thee anonymous , on my magic Johnson shit I’m staying positive/ plus I promised my father I would take it farther, and in honor of my mama, see ima always do the best/ that I can, so I am, Hungary as Budapest/ till I land the same man that had once flew the nest/ when you shine they say stein remain humble, got pride like hundred lions from the same jungle/ wrote a hundred lines run with mine and I can’t fumble/ like I’m trying to win a Heisman , but I’m just a Wiseman/ following my star, put my life up on the widescreen, broaden my horizons/ got to keep the balance never following of that high beam, if you know what I mean, trying to find me , a definition that defines me/ (2x Hook)
Yo I be, mad at my people cause they settle for less/ I’ll be rich man in the future if we bet on regrets/ instead of, taking the challenge, they fourth it and waster their talent/ if the horse don’t drink the water, what makes you think it’s going to gallop/ no ambition, no drive, broken transmission/ and a diamond in the rough without buff cant glisten/ homie, so don’t get pompous working a nine to five feeling accomplished, when what you desire weighs on your conscience/ like a heavy load, but you’ll never know, what makes you happiest on some slacking shit , stiller than a vegetable/ so make a move it’s a fast life before you’re looking at your past like, I should of made a move! Fuck it, at least I’m trying, reapplying the system of reaching higher/ brick by brick like I’m Nehemiah / we at the bottom and we feel like we stuck, exactly! We at the bottom and the only way is up, rise (2x hook)

6. ASCENSION

. Fine Art
Written by: Stein
Produced: @araabmuzik
Ima paint the perfect picture, need you in it/ couldn’t achieve the image without beauty so exquisite/ tell me who wouldn’t visit the gallerias exhibit, displaying the finest subject using oil and acrylics/ hmmmm, “you see the medium aint the problem” said the critic/ “the problem is the model in the portrait she can get it, matter of fact when’s the auction Ill put my bid in?”/ unfortunately sale of this artwork is forbidden/ its priceless, a personal piece to my collection, the brushstroke was lifeless this is the resurrection, correction/ a renaissance, and not to be an asshole you got a better chance at probably copping a Picasso/ I keep it close to the heart, as my preferred visual, no replicas, thee original I had a privilege to create thru expression/ and right before the sessions when I told her, beauty lies inside the eye of the beholder/ your fine art!
Baby Davinci would of told you that you’re fine art, cause you belong in the museum next to fine art, a masterpiece baby  yo your just fine art , cause you fine art!
She had me nervous when I set the palette/ carefully chose to the colors to achieve the perfect balance/ she unrobed fully exposed it became a challenge/ without no clothes had me whoaaed in a state of panic/ gathered myself like a pro then I- told her to pose and I – fully composed arose to touch the canvas/ the paint splashed the blank space of my gold leaf/ damn the Mona Lisa aint got nothing on my motif/ it’s a given, true beauty is vivid, so I used the warm colors in it without limit/ I asked her , how does that sound? She answered kind of timid/ the atmosphere was quiet I went neutral with the background/ couple greens and some blues plus a few others/ what I seem to get from you resembles cool colors/ your body is a work art and your personality make a composition that belongs in my gallery  (hook)

7. FINE ART

Moody Skies
Written by: Stein
Produced: @noID
Moody block rhyme writer, nobody rhymes tighter/ don’t sleep teach ya how to pull an all-nighter/ bars up to par I can drive long tiger/these punch lines drop verse like a prize fighter/ you and I know, your crew lacks survival, especially when tracks make cats suicidal/ Mill City on the back attached to the spinal, I was first in flight , last on arrival/ scratch the arrival, cause everything I write brother, stays airborne like the Wright Brothers/ so that’s conceived in the blue sky, breathe in a few lines, the true meaning of achieving a new high/ metaphoric and I deserve a medal for it/ I’m on point like who you wana settles scores with? Ease up, you niggas better  get a tourist, visa, to see me cause the levels foreign/ it aint a rumor you know that I’m the best, but you can’t get it off of your chest like yokozuna/ ah, load the ruger, I’m jumping in the booth/ same time these lame guys is jumping off the roof/ I’m the truth, hustle for the green like I’m Paul Pierce/ see they’re either oddballs or your all square/ I’m only here, right here, I belong here, I’ll be right next to your casket, Paul bearer/ Do not tempt me , top mc, from Mill City/you tell them haters that the Moody Block sent me/ your hearts missing and your glocks empty-oh/ you’re not a snitch but you cop friendly? Stupid/ what goes around comes around we won’t need no nooses/ throw karma on the beat we won’t need to loop it/ sick records viral on your vinyl, bars keep spinning like gyros on your dyno/ so holla at Tyro, tell him I’m steinbuck, I got bars I’m the all-star for the lineup/ he’ll need a whole season, cause when I go demon, Ima start carving up the prime-cut for no reason/ I tower over you fuckers like Dwight Howard, divine power bow for me at the ninth hour/ fuck it! I believe in quality over quantity/ them ten mixtapes aint shit if you aint hot as me/ and that’s a definite homie not a probably, see this is epic poetry like the odyssey , man who would be king , Sean Connery, pardon me as I adjust the crown, now honor me. King!

8. MOODY SKIES

Grip on Life
Written by: Stein
Produced: @RobbieAnthem
Sip out the Remy bottle/ we taking shots like it’s a semi-auto/ I’m on a road that not too many follow/ riches and bitches, but I just wana spit these novels/ aficionados who will enjoy the vivid pictures/paint them like Raphael, exhibit a classic style/ plus I’ve been down homie, longer than pacquiao/ don’t know exactly how all these haters rapping now/ so Ima claim the throne only cause it match the crown/ let’s take another shot I rep no other block, moody to be exact, mill city it’s a wrap/ I’ve been to hell and back, and I brought the fire with me, knights of the roundtable no esquires with me/ see my entire click be on the same mental plane, just say they’re flying with me. We don’t just entertain/ the ideology is antique, nothing new, standing at the top looking down what a view!!
(hook2x) Gripping on life, smoking that bomb, sipping that strong, till everything’s right that’s rights, till everything’s right that’s right
Put the word fresh in front of a mirror you’ll see my reflection/ sky’s the limit and I’m feeling like a jetson/ sketched to actual size drawn to perfection/pass niggas like gas on to my next shit, shit/ no questions, I been in the booth like elections/ with bars that marvel an x-men / so eat your heart out or starve for affection/ Moody got more shooters than a marble collection/ Davila light the Dutch, speaking on shorties that we’d like to fuck/ we hype them up but never wife them up/ higher than method man, I’m high off the second hand/ it’s like a smoking gun, I bet you’re weapons jam/its what a bummer, cause now  they going under/ when it rains It pours I’m just adding some thunder/ the ideology is antique, nothing new, standing at the top looking down what a view!! (hook2x)

9. GRIP ON LIFE

. STEIN78
Written by: Stein
Produced: @necro
Watch me put in on a old school beat, on my own two feet, walk thru the fire right before I stroll thru heat/ in these concord 11s Ill make it thru hell, got sponsors in heaven nothing stronger than seven/ put the drive in my spirit, ride till I get It, make it look fly like them Sis in your civic/ the good guy could be Suge Knight in a minute, make you look like you’re the good guy in a minute/ don’t start none won’t be none, cold hearts run all seasons, more reason for me, I spit flames, feet on your couch, rick James/ and I promise aint no getting me out, piss stains! Watch the throne, smack the king like an asshole then smash the queen in his castle, trust me/ all these wild bitches get lassoed, must be/ for the simple fact that they lust me/ I’m Hugh heff with two teks, bust at you next and yes already done fucked your new chick shit/ bars and ammo, gone Rambo, blunt squad all camo, moody street handball shit/ past memories comeback/ I was a young cat, now these ogs they remember me/ they know the flows cold like when the wind blows throw your window opened up on Decembers eve/ subzero you hum drum weirdoes, gotta listen to the song of the unsung hero. I run with the pharaohs, chill with the gods who designed the blueprints for pyramids on mars/ left my shoeprints on serius the star/ guess, who’s this, how curious you are/ spaced out in a pair of galaxy foams, sat on the throne writing in the Vatican dome/ they say I’m too scientific, dummy the names stein cause the mind is prolific, swag with the physic/ dedicate this to haters, for no appreciation of elevated verbatim, demonstrate who’s the greatest/ with some style in a little while ill be at my place, have your chick make a happy face while I fuck her smile, wow/ tell me sunny how you like me now, we can do this freestyle maybe ill write it down/

11. STEIN78

Go Hard No Return
Written by: Stein
Produced: @araabmuzik
Awww shit, you know who it is, I been nice since I hopped out the uterus like a lambo/ life’s a gamble, I’m all in, till I’m balling like a Spaulding form selling art like Van Gogh/ masterpieces, painted by the nerd who whooped your ass at recess , they aint said a word/ I’m giving to dap to Jesus, every blessings earned, cause we cogs in wheel but you still get your turn/ don’t kill the messenger, my delivery is on point/ my pen game like Chris Paul, I ball point/ over these notebooks, cross over no look, pass to Blake Griffin when I create writtens/ no I aint shitting, this right here diarrhea , straight from the pioneer, fuckers  aint flying near/ so when I go to the tip-top I’m dying there/ these suckers claiming they hip-hop till I appear/ Mill City go nuts , the kid is robust, they wana go ham cause I bring the cold cuts/ oh you can’t rap too? Nigga so what! I’ve been in it since the jump, they got not ups!
(hook 2x) Ima go hard, never come back, one look at these haters I see they don’t want that! One way ticket to the top, to the top, One way ticket to the top, to the top
I am Mill City great, they try to imitate, but they burn in the attempt to make the fire I create/ spitting bars at a higher rate/ I will violate, microphones every beat I’m on I annihilate/ bring your cavalry to battle me I will arrive dolo/ just me on my horse, polo, oh no/ murder teams dolo verbally can go pro/ who wana get smacked with a rap to catch promo/ I’m a quarter past great, borderline legend , appetite for success let me order my plate/ with a side of longevity that’s more of my taste/ we can toast to the enemy after we say grace/ my man. So diligent, glass half full no spilling it/ they washed up stranded like Gilligan/ patiently waiting for your number to be called/ but you summertime fuckers  don’t make it through the fall/ for real, dream big, no sleeping like the giant. Won’t get caught with the same stones that dropped goliath/ in hall full of doors with the key to success, the locksmith, I unlock shit, beat on my chest (hook2x)

12. GO HARD NO RETURN

Cup Of Feelings
Written by: Stein
Produced: @epidemik
She don’t believe in love at first sight cause love is blind/ I told her yo who needs eyes when it’s what you feel inside/ you walk up in a room, turn gloom to summertime, plus you hot and light up the spot like the sunshine/ a diamond I never undermine but I always digged you/ more like my favorite fitted, cause you stay on the mind all the time/get it/ you got me talking about my feelings now, head over heels like I’m walking on the ceiling/ so uh, wonder woman you got me like a villain / keep me nervous even though I’m fronting like I’m chilling/ plus I’m wordless and you’ve know it that I’m more than willing/ to kick it to you like soccer, do it proper like Brazilians/or maybe you and I can be fly together, high in the bluest skies and define or pleasures, and defy the measures/ of these emotions, bottomless as the deepest ocean  as I sip your potion number nine/
(Hook2x) Here we go, grab your cup of feelings, pour it all out, it’s your heart your spilling                                   Emotions run deep, run deep and I’m willing, Emotions run deep, run deep you can feel it
Although these feelings are afar, sun moon & the stars/ you are my light, maybe you’re right, my views a mirage/ but how do I explain my heart, it’s like a collage with pictures of you, rip it in two, say it’s just art/ I mean it’s like I really want it but I can’t have it, sometimes I got my hands on it but I can’t grab it/ I’m just a hopeless romantic loves a bad habit/ and you’re a breath of fresh air for an asthmatic/I’m losing focus, you got me open, off something potent/ ODing of your dopeness, you’re a Goddess on a lotus/ I know this, under your spell, hypnotized well, wondering why the fuck I even wrote this..oh shit! (hook2x)

10. CUP OF FEELINGS

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