Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by Jed Lapp.
Beat by DJ Polo.
"Teacher" vocals:  Lydia Matamoros-Lapp
Cover art of me and my 4th grade class at Franklin Intermediate School in LIttle Rock, Ar.

Growing Up Different (beat. DJ Polo)

Save A Place (The Yash Remix)

Lyrics:

If a picture is a
Thousand words
No matter how it
Hurts I got a million
Sometimes you
Dig yourself at
That pain
To get that feeling,
I never grow 
Old I am healing,
Born torn
Secondhand a
First child 
Thrifting memories
Never planned 
To get rich
On life,
But here is a penny to the 
Thoughts of
Afterlife
I never really rolled it up
Cigar bars
Premium I got my stuff
Gaining on my life and I 
Think I am addeding up
Used to think I had enough 
You would think I had it tough
The diamond made from rough
I never had to bluff
So here is for the truth 
Can you hear it one time 
When you really want it 
Baby grind
In the end of day 
You will be prime 
Poor thoughts I 
Was taught 
Commoditize  my struggle
I am bought 
Mortgage these loans
Momma pay day
For we can’t afford 
Things we through
Away 
Interest wed rather give it
To the top,
Thinking back on what 
We watch in a box
Escaping that rainy 
Day living life cast away
On my block I never
Stray.
Middle class to 
Lower class,
I am feeling that 
Real life,
So when my voice on
You can hear it on the mic
You ever get the feeling like
They don’t hear the struggle 
And
When it’s broadcast it’s muffled

If they shut us down 
I am going down in 
A box a product of my
Thoughts over environment
Mind over matter
Abused losers risen it
Cause all the nights 
I ain’t shit 
We was never number two
Cause we wasn’t someone to you x2


You got to make it out,
glass shattered,
Who sees 20-20
I seen tatthered,
Visions and hues 
To say,
Your blue isn’t green,
Got sad,
Made a machine,
That’s art,
They don’t hear me 
On beats
That’s heart I
Bring it from the chess
And play that
Game a grand 
Master my disaster 
Collage broken
Shards cut our skin
Blood in ink I pen
Lines like cash 
I walk it,
East side pride 
I talk it,
They try to write me
Off,
Even in a lemonade
Stand I would rather be
My own boss,
What’s it cost.
Lost world integrity,
You ass it’s 
What I said I would be,
Bled and sweat I breathe
Measured
What’s brevity
When I say it I do it,
This ain’t music 
Spoken word is
Bond,
Til I break I am on,
Holding it down,
Six feet up when I’m
In the ground,
Cause they could 
Never hold us 
Down.
I seen through the system,
Mos-ilium 
All I am seeing,
I am above it 
Like blowing clouds
In public 
High nice to meet you
Though I been low
I was never beat to 
Not think 
I would do better 
I made it cause I
Had to what’s weather ?

Julius Stallone - Mind Over Matter (Prod. Julius Stallone)

came from them ruined ruins, here to muthafuckin ruin,
not givin a fuck or two shits to lit to lit,
went from sleeping on the floor, to muthafuckin florescent,
leave em second gussin bitches double checkin back peddlin asking bout him,
so i introduce them to the business,
this this this dick,deviant,
demolish astonish, on these toxins, intoxicated talking nonsense,

orgasm like the holy ghost lightning bolt, go at it like animals,
el chamucko contra chupacabra,
exorcism exorcise them deamons,
she said man fuck a mixtape u should start a religion, ha yuh,
fuck these flip floppin fans,
I need me sum dispels thats down to roll, down even when the wheels won’t roll,
unlode all the ammo ,then start chunking pistols,
step-in in this bitch like your body is the temple,
I’m Ment to infuse with you,
intended to get all up in them intestines ,
in him sense gods existences,
nd with all the time spent,
thoughts infested dreams infected,
all up under your skin .nerves get to jump in , at the mention,

Making her fuckin promise me, to meet me,
at the after party in after life,
like for old Times sakes,
one last time,
how bout you open them pearling gates ,
and let me inside, inside.

outside out outsiders, outa control ,
weirdos,
fuckin sick and sickanin,
on medicine,
weed on Billy Jean,
tucked in my jeans
beaner on beans,
tryna get a taste of her jelly beann..Daniii.

Beaneerrr on them Beannss!!

Plastic Flames Feat. Kinetic 9, Raja Keris, Mike Booth Prod. The Brown Barron

GENUiNE (ft. KamiKrissi)

Our second collaboration ♥️💛💚
A great honor for me 🙏
Always the Good Vibe with my Rastaman 🙏
A Reggae / Hip-Hop Tune

Vocals & Lyrics by SENNID
Instrumental by KSB
Mix & Mastering by SENNID & KillaSoundBoy
Original free pic by Freepik (A.I.)

KEEP IT CHILL

KEEP IT CHILL (Collab SENNID & KillaSoundBoy) (Dub Reggae / Hip-Hop)

Voice of Reason

A fun collab with Combstead. 
I was originally thinking of a talkbox like effect for the guitar on the title phrase. Turns out you can't emulate that inside a daw very well. So I was sticking to a vocoder in combination with a wah pedal, both driven by voice input which sounded pretty cool to my ear. 
Did you ever experiment with Talkbox/ vocoder fxs on guitar? Lmk, I'm interested!

Track construction - Combstead // @markcombs-928282858
Lead guitar - Chris
Mix - Combstead / Chris
Mastered - Chris
Artwork - Chris

Voice of Reason

FellPeepz ft DBlock Dollaz - Space Bros (H.Gee Remix)

Birds of a Feather 🪶 This is what happens when two bosses link up and create straight magic 🪄. Real recognize real, and the vibes don’t lie. Codex Scrolls & your girl BobbybPhoolan came to soar above the noise, while the haters stay grounded. The grind don’t stop, so they can keep talking… while I keep winning. Stay mad 😝✌🏽

Amazing beat produced by the very talented Operation O 🎧 tap in!🔥😎💯

Cover Art 🖼️ by JayCoke

Birds Of A Feather (feat. Codex Scrolls) [Prod. Operation O]

DARK VADOR SWAG

(Scribes Of Avalon)🖊️📜

👑BobbybPhoolan (Bringing that passion and power )

I’ve been in love with music my whole life, but for the past three years, I stopped just listening and started speaking through it. Every verse I write comes from a real place… pain, power, truth, and the grind that shaped me.

I don’t box myself in. I pull from everywhere , Hip Hop, R&B, Rock, even a little Country. If it hits the soul, I’m with it. Music don’t care about your age, who you love, or where you came from, and neither do I.

This is more than a hobby… it’s my release, my voice, my rebellion.
If something I say hits you in the chest , then yeah, I did my job.
Welcome to MY story. 📖

Let’s make it timeless.
Let’s make it real.

🎙️🔥🖤 #BobbybPhoolan