The Hijack

Jeffrey Epstein

Hagie Broke The Phonograph

Broken In

Decided to remix this track I dropped with Billy Phono a couple years back.  His version was monstrous, but I wanted something more stripped down to focus on the lyrics.  cause, well, you know...

Here's the lyrics so you can rap along (as well as the beginning of a lost verse!):::
No hope, smokestacks, black and blue the skyline, 
While litter bugs twitter bout gold caps and fine wine
Swimmin in oceans of molten plastic with blind eyes to 
the holy mackerel risen from the ashes of a drive by

part phoenix, part behemoth, I seen it
a glimmer of revolution shaking off the sleep
behind the shadows of your raybans, it’s breathing
proof that we’ve seen the weakness and we’re ready to sink our teeth in

so check my my fang brigade, snagegl teeth and hand grenades
goin out on every limb you threaten to amputate
dancing to artillery fire and singin in acid rain
it’s more than a party, it’s the start of a cavalcade

a stampede of banshees, juggernaught beserkers
spiritual serpents and black magic merchants 
never saw us coming till it was burning
of course you were nervous, searchin your purses for purpose

I’m getting silly, helter skelter, willy nilly
I’m tongue tied about the gunfights, really really
From the smell of the gold, the whole damn party was guilty
And it was all gravy till the white lies got filthy

said they never saw it coming, sick of watching nothing, shot their
guns at the sky (and) laughed when the angels started running.
It was painful at first how shameless the babes were
Raping the earth, populating Toyland with haters

call it an awakening, a revolution of cave men and
baby faced money-grubbing changelings, or call it
dumb luck, cause when the clock struck miracle everyone
was dumbstruck, on the verge of self destruct

It’s a hum drum break beat, quake in the streets
And a blaze runnin free but no one’s taking the heat
I’m Clark Gable with a meat hook, (I’m) James dean’s 
Machete, I’m a rebel with a screw loose and a cannibal betty.

A city of hawks sitting pretty in front of the idiot box
Drinkin whiskey and hops,
Time flies till the wings get clipped and 
It’s hard work getting all the moonwalkers to side wind


Cow poke, rose pedal pusher, and a dirt devil
if this angel was raised in hell
it’s high tide, 
is it a miracle?  Hardly.  But it’s as close to spiritual
as these brutes will get outside their Ferraris
it’s a party, though and everyone’s getting snarky
hoping to get date raped by the hottest ken or barbie
time flies till the wings get clipped, plucked, snapped, and 
and thrown in a ditch, oh shit!
Thought it was gibberish, you had it twisted like licorice, 
had it painted over Cause you couldn’t read it like a hieroglyph

Settle The Score (remix)

Settlethescore - Remix

This is gonna be beautiful.

there’s a young man looking at his young bride’s face
his heart beat races as he tries not to shake
cause his chest’s all swollen and his nerves are tight 
tryna hold onto the moment and get the words right
cause his sight hasn’t faded and her light never dimmed 
since the day they first met and the night the earth shifted
a pure vision came to slice through the smoke
an immaculate collision of souls, fate and hope
all his life he’s felt so distant and alone
looking in her eyes he knows he’s finally found a home
to end one chapter and leap into the next
he slipped the ring on her finger, 
smiled, took and breath and he said...

first day on the job and there’s no pretending
there was ever a day she didn’t want to be an MD
26 years of school so her hands wouldn’t quiver
she’s been working all her life so she could stand and deliver
now she’s plotting her next move in a sea of bent rules
talking to the father tryna keep his head cool
it’s a labor of love and the battle’s just begun
they’re holding on so tight they’re hands become one
its moments like these that keep forever on its knees
staring at your lover tryna remember how to breath
and the good doctor smiles, her promise would be kept
with each new life these words are running through her head
she says...

In a dim room, gray light pressed against the windows
there’s a family huddled round a bed whispering a vigil
there’s a daughter now a mighty working mother of three
tryna muster up some comfort from the gutter of grief
there’s a son back from travel wishing that he never left
shaking his head, swallows the silence of regret
now the grandfather’s peace in the face of time, humbled
gives a smile to prove the pillar never crumbled
when his wife passed he offered her a solace
said he’d see her again and he intends to keep his promise
with everything he ever did reflected in this room
the last thing he said was his single greatest truth, he said...

Beautiful (featuring Sirens)

From the vault.  Beat by DJ Good Goose.  Dude got me crunk on this one.  Shouts to Tommy Boy Music.

Sex and Violence - Rough mix (Beat by Good Goose!)

I don't even remember what year this was.  I guess around 2006.  This just proves that we were doing this future shit back when you still had De La's 3 feet high still on rotation.  Not to hate on that album, it's dope.  But we were the future back in 2006.  Lots of tracks from Do You Copy? on this one...

Live at Monsterland

So... I have a bunch of different beats in this... should I narrow it down to just one, or keep flexing the different style?

- Evenflow - WIP - WORK IN PROGRESS

First time performing this track together!  Yeah!

BrokeMC and Psirens - Mania - Live at skinny apartment Brooklyn

DEADBEATSMIXTAPE

Rocket Lustre feat. Sirens

The first single from my new project with Psirens - Pretty$

Pretty$ - Faith in The Dark

Swallow You Whole

LYRICS:

This ain’t no candyand
Ain’t nobody stacking gingerbread
Til the bitter end biters fight over
Twitter trends

Drink til my liver mends
There’s no deliverance
Consider this, what kind of hypnotists 
We complicit with? Unzip ya lips - 

Lets make the vision limitless
Strengthen  vigilance
Vigilantes dancin to the rhythm of the
Resistance still trip on clips

Scared to miss a step
Staring at the business end of a bump stock pistol grip
Wishing all the ammunition could be victimless 

A hype beast is easily type cast
And depending on the price tag
Less likely to fight back
that’s how we break them
make me
A model for the mayhem
Genie in a bottle full of pagans
break the static / wake the gods
hostile as we wanna be

You can’t stop the alchemy, blaspheme the scene from my balcony
wearing gold sauconys when I kick it to the valkyries 
blowing off steam from my foundry, number one stunner in the galaxy
on the kessel run I fly solo, call it Millenial falcony

VS2:

The time bomb is ticking, the countdown to extinction
The powder keg is hissing, and we fan the flames of the fire its kissing
I can’t make heads or tails of All this well wishing
Flipping the script instead of the flipping prescription 

Lady Butler made the predictions, foresaw the plague
The addiction, the vain president and his filthy minions
The racism still poisoning the veins of the system
The games and dominion, the deception, the death of unarmed civilians

The road goes both ways, chump, welcome to revolution
As long as you keep shooting we’ll keep looting to prove something
Until the streets are safe for everyone despite blindspot confusion
We need anti-bias, like anti-bodies, new blood, a fresh infusion

I am anti-body, I am where soul and flesh connect
My timeline is short, like yours, so why not genuflect 
Your job is to promote peace, to serve and protect
So maybe take a breath and get your knee off our necks

How did We get like this? (DEMO)

banged this sucka out today. Ableton all day.

Blues - Funk - 94

New track.  wrote the lyrics today.  first mix.  thoughts?

lyrics:
Time to face the fantasy, brace your vanity.
Ain't nothing the same as it was - dumb casualties
litter the picture, the captive victors
like a flash of vigor from a cask of liquor.
And I can't help but chap my kisser
on yer earlobe blasting a frantic whisper:
wiki leaks peeks at the cracks and fissures
til Uncle Sam's just another Jack the Ripper.
I could pinch ya, the fly Govinda, 
Vishnu, skip to my Lou Ferrigno,
Buddhist Shinto, Anubis Hypno-
Tist, my spit rips fools from limbo.
Life's a trip, psyllocybin, endo, like
Kimbo Slice, I splice the signal to
decrypt yer dreams, don't bit the pencil.
I hear ya'll like I'm an enlightened schitzo.

You can Have it, but you don't need it, we all want it anyway.
Is it fashion?  Does it reason?  Is the passion in the chase?

I move faster, shoots and ladders, 
shots and laughter got the mob all hot and flattered.
Models floss with flawless actors, talk is empty but the pockets fatter.
It's fun, it's the shock of rapture, 
like a daydream mixed with a hot disaster.
Chalk it up to boredom, soft and bashful,
the same way the ancients lost Atlantis.
And my dog tag reads, "Godless bastard"
rotten to the core always walking backward,
faulty wiring, salty manners, 
but all I ever wanted were some honest answers.
I just got sick of the songs and dances, 
soldiers of fortune in the wrong detachments, 
separate but equally false and ravaged
till we finally come together and stop the madness!

Until we wake up (1st mix)

the tuning fork in your mayonaise - the wings pulled off your walkman - the spoonful of hope in your coffee - the gumwrapper under your bed - your lucky nickel - the duct tape holding your shoes together - an enemy of the statement - a friend of vagabonds and scallywags - and the toothfairie's brass knuckles.

living in NY.  Traveling wherever.  MINDSpray Crew and FALLDOWN Cypher fame.  also see DEATHROW TULL.

Good raps for good people.

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