Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

 
Dreams Escape 

 Dreams escape the outer region of my dome/ 
 Right past the skull bone/ 
 Wondering how to write a full poem/ 
 The dead and dull roam/ 
 But I'm the Nordic traveler/ 
 My eyes are the compass, unraveled sir/ 
 Do you need something?/ 
 Let me know now/ 
 I got the snow plow/ 
 Time to move the seasons/ 
 For a couple hundred different reasons/ 
 Mostly the legality side/ 
 Foul mouth crowds arise/ 
 I killed the mocking hypocrites/ 
 But then again they still exist/ 
 Asking the fam and fans if they feel my shit/ 
 We still build brick by brick/ 
 My passion is layered as well as the dreams/ 
 Gore and happiness still have screams/ 
 One horrific, one terrific/ 
 Digest this how you want, preferably I sip it/ 
 Ship it to a different set of individuals/ 
 Switch the residuals, no more shit that's pitiful/ 
 Got a full clip of bull/ 
 The horns I didn't need to grab/ 
 It just happened, now it seems I have/ 
 Fame and glory but that's just a high life thought/ 
 Relax or you'll get twisted and distraught/ 
 Clouds of haze distort the truest of visions/ 
 I ride a top like Goku until I pass with precision/ 
 (Sit and listen or become a pot to piss in) 

Dreams Escape

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Marino Maali

Cold Technique (Feat. Marino Maali) 

 I use the coldest technique when I rock it/ 
 I make em' freeze where they stand and they can't object/ 
 This has been my heart frozen by art/ 
 The jealous ones who envy want to rip me apart/ 
 I am too strong to let them get in my vantage point/ 
 I waited to long, got the special blessing to anoint/ 
 These so called demons, scheming and plotting on my downfall/ 
 They laugh in the background, I get around ya'll/ 
 Because that's where I belong and need to be/ 
 They say the truth is the only thing to set you free/ 
 The lying media makes the most money/ 
 Conflicts of interest, I just want you to see/ 
 I'd rather be homeless, then never fulfilling my dome mess/ 
 Alone stressed, my dreams are my own, alone fess/ 
 Up already, don't be a cloned carbon copy/ 
 Clean up the world, don't leave it looking sloppy/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 (Marino Maali Verse) 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/ 

 I know under my conditions it's just a matter of time/ 
 I splatter these lines, never held or confined/ 
 I release from the inner visions of Mr. Wonder/ 
 Never wasting a second, who knows when I'm going under/ 
 I drink like a fish, my thought process doesn't fit/ 
 Enough words to explain what is bliss and what this is/ 
 It's more than music, it takes on different forms/ 
 Like a Decepticon ready to transform/ 
 The way others think and perceive what I am/ 
 Not from this planet but came to take a stand/ 
 For those who are like minded with the same energy/ 
 If only I had a single penny for every/ 
 Time that you didn't understand my actions/ 
 It would be in the one percent with dividends and fractions/ 
 That will never happen, strength is what I strive for/ 
 I just want to live my life and provide more/ 

 (Hook) 
 These words given to me to give to you/ 
 Are the blessed gift given to very few/ 
 I slay rhyme skills with the cold technique/ 
 The love is truest fortune we seek/ 
 Even when times seem to be hard/ 
 Forever will life be a game of cards/ 
 Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/ 
 Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/

Coldest Technique (Feat. Marino Maali)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Silver Moon 

 Harlem nights, mid 50's, late 60's/ 
 Fine brimmed hat, no 59/50's/ 
 Suited up, nowadays looking thrifty/ 
 Late night grimace from those looking shifty/ 
 Wondering to myself if the misses might miss me/ 
 Took some time to reflect, sometimes I'm iffy/ 
 About where her whereabouts might be/ 
 My conscious is like the movie by Spike Lee/ 
 Took the midnight train headed nowhere/ 
 Out the window staring at the skies, glow weird/ 
 It seemed to have no craters, a silver globe/ 
 Like the ball in Epcot on a night so cold/ 
 The temperature made a mans face bold/ 
 And make him contemplate on days so old/ 
 Sad memories appear and then vanish/ 
 So in a way it seemed to be a disadvantage/ 
 But the pain actually made him stronger/ 
 The darkness just lingered on way longer/ 
 Than what was truly expected/ 
 The moon fully rose resurrected/ 
 Above the city and all it's inhabitants/ 
 And on the rivers, a sad empress/ 
 Waits alone at home like Macaulay/ 
 Blessed with patience from He who is holy/ 
 The whole time she was supposed to be out and about/ 
 In the park he let his frustrations out/ 
 No doubt he was upset at the past dealings/ 
 He needed to free himself, no beings/ 
 This was the chance of a sign of compassion/ 
 So when he got home something happened/ 
 On the balcony there bestowed his bliss/ 
 A Goddess, moon outlined, with a kiss/

Silver Moon

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh & Prez P

After Midnight (Feat. Prez P) 

Long strenuous hours working in the factory/ 
 With nothing in this world but this music backing me/ 
 Which includes the homie Danny/ 
 Uncanny with beats hard to obtain like rare candies/ 
 We're brothers from separate families, understand me?/ 
 Anyone mess with him, they get blammed with the jammie/ 
 But anyways, I'm in this mode to write after midnight/ 
 They say the kid tight, sick when I enlighten/ 
 I'm godlike, similar to Poseidon/ 
 Striking with my liquid triton/ 
 I grab this mic when any situation occurs/ 
 Skuzzle down some liquors and observe/ 
 Deploy a couple of nouns and some verbs/ 
 I know my life was by the curb but now I'm on the verge/ 
 To reemerge with a vengeance and urge/ 
 On a night with dark skies to encourage/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/ 

 (Prez P Verse) 
 Damn, my head spinning at 12am/ 
 Smoking on the same weed as Birdman/ 
 And rubbing her butt cheeks with both hands/ 
 Money flying make me realize that cash ain't shit man/ 
 Paper don't fold/ 
 It gets blown and burned and it grows again/ 
 Might see me out in one night/ 
 And never see me in your life again/ 
 I'm in rare form and she don't mind joining in/ 
 If I pull up in the Porsche, her friends gunna want to hop in/ 
 A style like mine don't leave em' with too much options/ 
 They opt in, NO problem/ 
 Too hard to solve and/ 
 If it's Me and Croosh on the loose, hold yours close/ 
 Cuz' girls all wanna fly/ 
 Don't let her tell you that she won't/ 
 I take her hieghts that you don't/ 
 I'm rolling and smoking, going loco/ 
 But I'm in my zone, trying to take 4 girls on a flight home/ 

 (Hook)(x2) 
 I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2) 
 Dark skies, nothing in sight/ 
 And with insight I bring light/


After Midnight (Feat. Prez P)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

One Of A Kind 

 Elevated mind state, rhymes great/ 
 Never worried about crime rate/ 
 It is what is to be, look at me/ 
 I went from poverty stricken to full of hope while my flows start kicking/ 
 Other opponents out of the mainstream into this waterfall/ 
 How many fucks were given? None at all/ 
 Trust me in my short life I've done it ya'll, I summit tall/ 
 Still leaving a legacy like Legasus/ 
 On point floating off this earth like Hercules on a Pegasus/ 
 Instead of this regular nonsense that's mediocre/ 
 You get life's gamble, a game of poker/ 
 What might provoke you, doesn't even faze me/ 
 Mad shit I've seen simply has me crazy/ 
 I'm far beyond the norm, born to perform/ 
 An intense perfect storm, I sound the alarm/ 

 (Break) 

 How many artists take the same route?/ 
 Sell their soul thinking they can make dumb amounts/ 
 Of the cashola but settle for less/ 
 Get brainwashed, owe money and never invest/ 
 Stay stressed while I stick out like a sore thumb/ 
 Do ridiculous tours receive more income/ 
 My dreams are closer than your hopeless future/ 
 I think my spaceship is the best commuter/ 
 You talk smack on the computer, that shows your flaws/ 
 OG code of laws, you were never close to boss/ 
 I rise victimless in a mixed in mess/ 
 Exposing the truth about this art, restrictions kept/ 
 Most witnesses from saying words of confidence/ 
 The ones who spoke out confess are forgotten more than less/ 
 I came to re embrace Hip-Hop to save/ 
 And pray the B.S. gets marked for a grave/

One Of A Kind

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Phresh James

Higher Than You've Ever Been (Feat. Phresh James) 

 Plane lifted and her mind drifted/ 
 This is it, where all bliss is/ 
 She just needed to live in the sky of grace/ 
 This is where she felt was her true birth place/ 
 Soaring through clouds of truest wonders/ 
 Her mind elevated and said they'll never take me under/ 
 No words could explain what was pursed to her lips/ 
 Picture joy and love times 100 backflips/ 
 It's hard to breathe at such high altitudes/ 
 Melodic tunes, majestic flowered moods/ 
 Reflective on nothing but The Greater Good/ 
 Cruising past the bad is all that she could/ 
 The dreams, hopes, had all come surreal/ 
 Forever they flew, passed into heavens zeal/ 
 He turned to her and smiled with a grin/ 
 Girl I'm about to take you higher than you've ever been/ 

 (Break) 

 (Phresh James Verse)

Higher Than You've Ever Been (Feat. Phresh James)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

French Lady 

 I wanna sleep with you while it's raining in a room with a tin roof/ 
 No spoof, all truth/ 
 I'm itching for it like I got a sweet tooth/ 
 I see youth and pray that their minds expand like rubber bands/ 
 It's so hard to understand/ 
 The trials we go through together/ 
 I know when I'm with you our hearts merge forever/ 
 Infinity is a countless thing we try to conceive as a concept/ 
 What's the definition of finalized/ 
 The marital agreement I see in your eyes lights my night sky like fireflies/ 
 Every time my four chambers try/ 
 We still fight the anger inside waiting for two spectrums to collide/ 
 Love spills in too many directions to keep on the canvas/ 
 Searching for future answers/ 
 Just let them be/ 
 I know why the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree/ 
 Aligning two beings as lines of symmetry/ 
 Lustful thoughts keep tempting me/ 
 Working extremely hard, the death of me/ 
 Hoping the world will be accepting me/ 
 Sometimes I'm so lazy, I forget what day it is/ 
 Sleeping in darkness, forget sun rays exist/ 
 Instead of this immense array of colors/ 
 I become this bland display of lubber/

French Lady

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

 
O.E. (Ole English) 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

 An uncandid standard of the gambler, rambler/ 
 Don't try and tamper/ 
 Speed and strength of a panther/ 
 A hustler with results but no answers/ 
 Keep the pace steady as a canter/ 
 Danny Dee sampler, extraordinaire/ 
 More than sort of rare/ 
 Scores made to put you in intensive care/ 
 Macking like a Polar Bear/ 
 Hard to see with solar glare/ 
 But they stop and stare/ 
 Golden bottle, fresh cold air/ 
 Been drinking this since Double Dare/ 
 Stories impaired, paradise I'm there/ 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

 A cold brew, just a 32/ 
 The sky looks midnight blue/ 
 One of very few/ 
 A man with different shades and hues/ 
 I already paid my dues/ 
 Getting paid like pay per view/ 
 Balling when I break the cue/ 
 Vibing in the stu, this is how we do/ 
 Throwing on some comfy shoes/ 
 Hit the bodega with the crew/ 
 Brown bags and all/ 
 Never will I ever stall/ 
 Taking down the whole bottle/ 
 But please don't Sip and Fall/ 

 (Hook) 
 Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/ 
 A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4) 

O.E. (Ole English)

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Waste of time 

 Into your blubber I inject the rifle/ 
 You better start to dissect the bible/ 
 Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival/ 
 Standing looking stifled, I'm liable/ 
 To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled/ 
 I hold this mic cold/ 
 Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes/ 
 At those opposing forces/ 
 Forced to finish you like full courses/ 
 Of course I have to resort to the hard way/ 
 On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway/ 
 Fuck what those snobs say/ 
 I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay/ 
 The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore/ 
 Surely they knew not what was in store/ 
 The boy who started to become a man/ 
 Finally became one never looked back or ran/ 
 My pops wants me to have success/ 
 These other cats want me to sign/ 
 The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed/ 
 And I told those cats I flatly decline/ 
 So as I recline my mind so Devine/ 
 I show them a sign that makes them inclined/ 
 To show more ignorance to what I do/ 
 It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew/ 
 Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit/ 
 If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift/ 
 I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits/ 
 And pray it happens to all those who hear it/ 
 They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry/ 
 You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly/ 
 Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away/ 
 Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say/

Waste Of Time

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh, Prez P & Sean Buck

Frozen In Time (Feat. Prez P & Sean Buck) 

 Raindrops dripping down from the window seal/ 
 On the lookout to see if there's something real/ 
 Is this reality simply a deceiving dream/ 
 If it is I need to write it down and need a whole paper ream/ 
 I'm skating clean here on this slate of mine/ 
 Enjoying the nature around me, the sun will shine/ 
 Once the clouds clear, which seems to never be/ 
 I'm floating around just like a feather free/ 
 From what I don't want happening/ 
 Absent from the mind that formatted him/ 
 In other words, my being is released/ 
 On another level, supreme is what I've reached/ 
 On the watch it reads 4:14pm/ 
 Middle of the afternoon, almost evening/ 
 Cashmere blankets, little chandeliers/ 
 Beauty obstructs this ringing in my ears/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2) 

 (Prez P Verse) 
 I got the Rolex with the icicles on the bezel/ 
 No tic-tocking, got the bitches jocking/ 
 Trying to ride, flocking/ 
 Round a nigga like I'm telling them a story/ 
 This ain't story time baby/ 
 This is real cold pimping from the South side of Florida/ 
 Make you switch from Toyotas/ 
 To high class, all glass ceiling vehicle/ 
 That they'll kill you for/ 
 I'm holding on the wheel/ 
 Trying to cop a feel/ 
 On her hour glass figure/ 
 When you see me with her/ 
 (You) Probably think I paid a pretty penny for her/ 
 But this dime mine/ 
 And I don't even want her/ 
 She's trying to change things in order for her favor/ 
 I don't do favors, I just like to have mine in flavors/ 
 I'm rolling down the interstate doing 95/ 
 My ride so fast, police see me and pull over to the side/ 
 I'm in my vibe, I hope niggas respect my mind/ 
 I'll take your girl and have you frozen in time/ 
 I'm cold hearted slime/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2) 

 (Sean Buck Verse) 
 Smoke swirls in my vision/ 
 Only thoughts in my head to expand my living/ 
 God calling, I answer and listen/ 
 Knowledge we over see/ 
 I pray to the sky where good and evil collide/ 
 And say Lord forgive them/ 
 Minds clouded by the system/ 
 I vibe to my souls rhythm/ 
 I don't watch T.V., don't want to live like them/ 
 Understand my vibe is my Gods calling/ 
 Time isn't real, live like its real, that's why our people falling/ 
 Rather put time into my darling/ 
 Queen to a king/ 
 Balance and equal in my life, perfect melody sing/ 
 I play her like a guitar/ 
 She help me and take me so far from the allure/ 
 No moving fast, let's vibe at the park/ 
 Watch the clouds move till' it gets kind of dark/ 
 And later talk about all the shapes that we saw/ 
 Life is much better when it's simple and plain/ 

 (Hook) 
 Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2) 
 On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2)

Frozen In Time (Feat. Prez P & Sean Buck)

Produced By Danifortune
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Rise Of The Morning Sun

Even though it feels like the sun is setting/
I look back with no regretting/
You pierced my heart with a lethal weapon/
Time to part ways, get to stepping/
History repeats so I'm not forgetting/
Wait till the day I become a legend/
Thoughts stuck, it's never ending/(x2)

Hot October, you looked fly as hell/
Something spun us under heavens spell/
Every time we rose and never fell/
No love only time would tell/ 
But I climbed the scale, and found the grail/
As soon as I finished I felt impaled/
My thoughts would sail/
You were greener than a batch of kale/
You drove the train right off the rails/
I took it slower than sex with snails/
You had me harder than the toughest nails/
I followed you, not off the trail/
Finally, It was time to bail/
I felt imprisoned, stuck in jail/
I remember your moan and yells/
What gives? I received the fail/
Why'd you have to give up ale?/
I guess I believed in fairy tales/
Relationship was so unfair/
I loved you but there was nothing there/
I swear we were the perfect pair/
Your craziness left me too embarrassed/
Mind was on the next flight to Paris/
What we shared, the rarest/
I spoiled you like expired carrots/
I wanted to cover your neck in diamonds/
You never got a chance to check my rhyming/
What ruined us was a sense of timing/
My clouded mind had a silver lining/
You always were the type, never minding/
Love declining, so we stuck to grinding/
Check the mode that I'm in/
Something more I'll soon to be finding (the)/

Even though it feels like the sun is setting/
I look back with no regretting/
You pierced my heart with a lethal weapon/
Time to part ways, get to stepping/
History repeats so I'm not forgetting/
Wait till the day I become a legend/
Thoughts stuck, it's never ending/(x2)

You gave me so much anxiety/
Like when you first chose sobriety/
I thought I gave enough variety/
Didn't see why you were denying me/
Felt depressed seeing you less and less/
Had me stressed, when you left/
Stole my heart using theft/
Early on I felt so blessed/
No games played or calls from refs/
Your choice, anybodies guess/
I always tried to provide the best/
You lead me on just to invest/
In nothing but nothingness/
I remember when you stole my breath/
Contemplating like there was more to get/
I thought everything was all set/
But you made me so devastated/
And the game you more than played it/
Never had you ever hesitated/
Took time but your bed I made it/
The looks you gave were extra jaded/
So damn under appreciated/
But the food I made, yeah you ate it/
When you wanted help I always aided/
My brain's frozen and refrigerated/
Like Kendrick I was Overly Dedicated/
I don't even know what spawned the hatred/
You needed to let out what was gated/
You freed yourself, then you skated/
Didn't give me a chance to debate it/
The curtains closed, the screen was faded/
To go back, I'd never trade it/

Even though it feels like the sun is setting/
I look back with no regretting/
You pierced my heart with a lethal weapon/
Time to part ways, get to stepping/
History repeats so I'm not forgetting/
Wait till the day I become a legend/
Thoughts stuck, it's never ending/(x4)

Rise Of The Morning Sun (Prod. By Danifortune)

Produced by @trox-diesel
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @vincepeters
Artwork via J.Wav
Artist @brootmccoy

Extra Inventory (Prod. By Trox)

Produced by @thomashickey07
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @vincepeters
Artwork via Mike Smith AKA ms.jpegs
Artist @brootmccoy

Colossal(Prod. By Thomas Hickey)

Produced By @drlaflow
Recorded & Edited By @seanbuckvibe
Written & Crafted By @brootmccoy + Phil Sebastien
Courteously Brought To You By @fuzzzy-nickels + @dust-heavy-collective
@respectthevibe + @everydejavu

I'm dealing with mathematics, algebraic/ 
 I spit it For The Kids at home afraid to say it/ 
 Manhandling beats, I straight slay shit/ 
 My life is like a long rope with frayed tips/ 
 The hardships could be worse but I conquer/ 
 I perfect my writings till' it's bonkers/ 
 From small shows to sold out concerts/ 
 Some music eases pain and some songs hurt/ 
 I just let beats speak to me in my sleep/ 
 Rise up for glory, never becoming victim to defeat/ 
 I hate having to repeat, I hate having to repeat/ 
 It's whatever, I slide through clever, discrete/ 
 I have visions and become side swiped by others/ 
 I need to flip them out of my way to uncover/ 
 The Heavens above me and the angels that hover/ 
 Instead of staring at the ground and my minds clutter/ 

 (Break) (Eye Repeats) 

 [Griff Spex Verse] 

 (Ayo) Ayo the throne suits you niggas ill/ 
 Lame mixed with real/ 
 The game fixed changed eye/ 
 Color blue as the red skies/ 
 Who be in the ride?, shot the chariot/ 
 Heaven gave me the crown, sweeter than a cherry get/ 
 It's that one eye open in the scope/ 
 Lay a nigga down broken where he floating to/ 
 (It's) only what was chosen/ 
 Nocturnal potion, wake till' the sun is open/ 
 Gates, hunnit spokes roll, folded paper gold/ 
 Which we hold close, ain't like it's proposed hope/ 
 Open arms gotta problem lockin' doors/ 
 Put a thought up in euphoria the aura of a nigga (soldier) in a scorers boat/ 
 Lay it down, never boasts/ 
 From aerial views, see the clues of what I devote nigga.../ 
 Highs and the lows but what I compose bigger/ 
 Fly from the soul, niggas know the crews signature/ 
 The New Age Giants, we create are own division bruh/

Don't Sequel

Tapetum Lucidum (Feat. Phil Sebastien) [Prod. By Dr. LaFlow] {Remix/Bonus}

Produced By @McCallaman
Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe
Artwork via @Sharkanthony
Artist @Croosh

Surrender (Prod. By McCallaman)

Drunk under the influence and I'm Mr. Influential/
I accept death before I reach, my full potential/
Black roses bloom, church organs fade out/
All my music compiles like garbage cause it's played out/
Gold teeth, purple drank, vibing hella slow/
Southern nights, drunken rhymes, nothing ever glows/
Evil looms, darkness, overhead/
Words that never reached you, better left unsaid/
An omen, a hex, life is but a curse/
The bugs in my brain are so hard to disperse/
Divulge the fact that shadows are talking/
The skeletons from the grave got up and started walking/
Low laughter loudend from the abyss/
Shackled to an ungodly exit makes me so pissed/
Eyes shut, I see straight ahead/
Drained lifeless carcass my soul must have fled/
Dreadful, spiteful, feel so demented/
Doomed, unglorified, I guess I should have repented/
Scents of ash, incense and burnt flesh/
Non existent is the feeling of being blessed/
Hell hasn't been discovered or even guessed/
No place is where I lay my head to rest/

Surrender (Prod. By McCallaman)

Produced By @l3urk x @heyiamkavil
Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe
Artwork via @Sharkanthony 
Artist @Croosh

26 & 96 (Prod. By Nvmbr x Kavil)

Produced By @Henry-Krinkle
Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe 
Artwork via @SharkAnthony
Artist @Croosh

6 Dimensions

Beast, Demon, Darkness within/
Stuck beyond this worldliness engulfed in a sin/
Spirits roam the realm reaching for life/
Unfortunate night, not a god in sight/
Insight brought forth from inhibitions/
A soul who roams uncertainty, unknown is the mission/
Fission between being humble or hedonistic/
Life's complexity overpowers being simplistic/
The skies blackness is thicker than blood/
Ashes fallen on what once was/
A tear tatted on the face of a thug/
A rebel fighting gravely without a cause/
Weary travels on a path that's narrow/
Arrow pierced heart, calls of a sparrow/
What looms in, thunder that's booming/
The beautiful decay, fungus is blooming/
Ghostly entities float across the rooms/
A carcass lays snug on earth in a tomb/
Doomed is the feeling that beseeched/
Hell's fire reigned, grinding of teeth/
Reveled in nothing but deviance/ 
Sheer villainous immoral disobedience/
Isolated, colder than a Russian winter/
Trapped in a place no one can enter/
Centered, facial features melted/
The war within humanity, felt it/
No skies, no bibles, no idols/
Survival salute, shots from 21 rifles/
Battling oppression, internal aggression/
Infernal conceptions, unheard confessions/
This is what surrounds, beyond hell is bound/
Demonic energy is found in all that surrounds/
Infamous renowned, legions destroy what is now/
Unhappily, this tragedy is trapping he/
No escaping the grasp is deep/
Tossed to the curb like a trashy heap/
Tossed back a flask that seeped/
Inside his pores, no key to unopened doors/
Blood dug snug inside the floors/
Numbers came in 3's, 1 minus 4/
Negative, no sedative, monotonous, repetitive/
Regrets that just tore away at how he was bred to live/
Rebellion, the fight that outlasted/
Brain matter blasted, 6 dimensions crafted/

6 Dimensions (Prod. By Henry Krinkle)

Produced By @diege12
Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe 
Artwork via Maddison Stevens
Artist @BrootMcCoy Ghost @n3_ll

Fire (Feat. Ghost & Nell) [Prod. By Diege]

Produced by @The-Doppelgangaz
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe 
Artwork via @Woody-Othello
Artist @Croosh

The Burbs (The Doppelgangaz Remix)

Produced by @oceanjams
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe 
Artwork via @Woody-Othello
Artist @Croosh

Dreams Escape ([ocean Jams] Remix)

Produced by @senecabeats
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @Seanbuckvibe 
Artwork via @Woody-Othello
Artist @Croosh & @prez-p

After Midnight Ft. Prez P (Seneca B Remix)

Produced By @drlaflow
Recorded & Edited By @seanbuckvibe
Written & Crafted By @brootmccoy + @ironora
Courteously Brought To You By @fuzzzy-nickels + @dust-heavy-collective
@respectthevibe + @everydejavu

I have a certain Ora like phosphorus/ 
These rhyme schemed dreams stay monstrous/ 
Certain nightmares seep through my sub consciousness/ 
Honest, that this is easier than taking a piss/ 
With watermelon size kidney stones/ 
So it's not easy at all but I'm prone/ 
To just terrorize and cause traumatic events/ 
With no consent, I leave foes bent/ 
I'm who they resent, they still get on their knees and repent/ 
I damage their soul with no physical dent/ 
The typical mythical Clark Kent/ 
I'm who Zeus and the other Gods sent/ 
Just some raw rap scriptures to read off/ 
Feel free like jumping from the skyscraper B loft/ 
Off balance, weight shifts like see-saws/ 
Business enthusiast similar to my G-Pah/ 

(It's just... A haunting melody) 
(Me & Ora create... A haunting melody) 
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) 
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody) 

[Iron Ora's Verse] 

Chopped like Paul Bunyan, flipped by the onion/ 
Spit the shit to keep Emcees running/ 
Test trees, bless beats in my dungeon/ 
We press heat while you press buttons/ 
Stay dipped in the cut with a spliff lit/ 
Sound ass with your craft, kid I'm gifted/ 
Uplifted like I caught a spirit/ 
Motherfuckers don't listen but they oughta' hear it/ 
Most these kats tracks sound like they bought it clearance/ 
On point, never catch me at a court appearance/ 
Crate-digger writing rhymes that's more than searing/ 
Plate bigger cause I got a good appetite/ 
Fisher Price lines, spit into a plastic mic/ 
Thought you had the gift?, ain't (w)rap it right/ 
Ill magic every night like 32/ 
Little do they know the rap game is virtual/ 

(It's just... A haunting melody) 
(Me & Croosh create... A haunting melody) 
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) 
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)

Lurking In The Shadows (Feat. Iron Ora) [Prod. By Dr. LaFlow]

Produced By Melodiesinfonie
Recorded & Edited By Chris Morris 
Artist CruciaL Chaotic

Broken Inceptual Thoughts (Prod. By Melodiesinfonie)

Produced by @lindecis
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @vincepeters
Artwork via Zac Helms
Artist @brootmccoy
Shouts out to @chillhopdotcom

Tut tut, it looks like rain/
I'm King Tut when he reigned over the sacred Egyptian plains/
Time to harvest these oats and grains/
My hope's for these hopeless lames/
I levitate on tracks, we don't float the same/
Target perfected the accurate scope with aim/
I flow regardless if they know the name/
I spit cold sick left with some swollen glands/
Brendan Frazier the Encino frozen man/
I ain't into holding hands, you need to grow and understand/
The same shit gets pitched to you over and over overhand/
I'm on point like the pyramids, aligned with the moonlight/
The guerrilla monsoon type, Blessing features like gesundheit/
Reaching new heights, lucrative recluse induced hype/
Nothing new you don't have to ponder who's nice/
My words to the ear are equivalent to a lightning bolt thrown by Zeus, strike!/
You must have missed what was thrown to you and struck out/
Luck's out, even if I only had half the skill and wrote with half the will/
I'd still put any rapper under the the earth pushing up daffodils/
And I'd still be thrilled to spill, even if it only paid half the bills/
Throwing some bows in a Thai Club, I'm Bill Blanks/
It's hard to give props and ill thanks, when you're trying to fill banks with swiss franks/
Lamp around in a house filled with fish tanks/
Need I say more playboy?, You wannabe knights get sliced with the claymore/
I feel like Rudy Rae Moore chilling with Ray Charles off an 8 ball/
An abstraction of the brain from sun up to day fall/
I hung up the phone when fate called, I manifest my own destiny/
Time and life's ills keep hard pressing me/
But I ain't stressing or letting it get to me/
A quick blow on my tea before I sip, heal & revive, the recipe/
Breathe in the essence of life, exhale any leftover unnecessary extremities/
A conscious remedy/
So heavenly/

Conscious Remedy

Conscious Remedy (Prod. By L'indécis)

Produced By The Doppelgangaz 
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist CruciaL Chaotic

 
Something fizzy in the distance/ 
 Questioning death since my existence/ 
 I can't understand the half though/ 
 Existentialism is my last hope/ 
 Getting high off of bath salts, never using bath soap/ 
 The grungy, about to bungee breh/ 
 Who jumped off the cliff and threw his life away/ 
 Into the depths of freedom until the splat/ 
 Everyone wants the same sense minus the last fact/ 
 I contracted this disease of originality/ 
 The foul bee, buzzing with a casual casualty/ 
 I can't express where my life may have went/ 
 I spent days bent and never paid the rent/ 
 Harder and harder to stay content/ 
 Easier to pitch a deuce than to pitch a tent/ 
 All natural with the aqua scented down pour/ 
 The sound call of a storm, it found fall/ 

 Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/ 
 Never slipping, one with the gift and/ 
 I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/ 
 I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/ 
 {Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)} 

 Entered through the portal into a different realm/ 
 Had a Nightmare that appeared On the Street of Elm/ 
 Don't remember it mostly/ 
 But what I do know is it was ghastly and ghostly/ 
 Unholy was the dark, HARK, peace to the Lone Sharks/ 
 Alone sparked, reinvented was the start/ 
 Ignition within him, intent was emissions/ 
 Lonesome swimming, someone tries to fish and/ 
 He never was one out of water/ 
 As the rain gathered deeper was his thoughts and farther/ 
 Did he dig inside the bottom of the sands/ 
 All the time his fins were used as his hands/ 
 Stuck in a rhetorical answer of the ocean/ 
 He became a notion to float in motion/ 
 To be what he gathered along in the Psalms/ 
 The song was a message he passed and um/ 

 Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/ 
 Never slipping, one with the gift and/ 
 I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/ 
 I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/ 
 {Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)} 

After Heavy Rains (Prod. By The Doppelgangaz)

Produced By The Doppelgangaz 
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist CruciaL Chaotic

I'm a creature in your favorite Sci-shark feature/ 
 Defeat whatever you throw at me, either/ 
 It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick/ 
 On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence/ 
 Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region/ 
 Seizing more legions during this season/ 
 These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing/ 
 I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving/ 
 The lyrics I spew might have you believing/ 
 That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving/ 
 It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain/ 
 This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain/ 
 Never been Sane (Saiyan), unless it's Super, I never refrain/ 
 I'm the Mega Shark aerial when I take down planes/ 
 Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore/ 
 I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy/ 
 Plotted, allotted, top slotted/ 
 Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted/ 
 I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out/ 
 I flattened some sober ones who said the were about/ 
 That life, that fools say they represent/ 
 I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent/ 
 So basically if you're whack you get attacked/ 
 The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts/ 

 (Hook) 

 You thought I didn't exist but appeared like a coelacanth/ 
 My soul is cold and branched/ 
 You stay foiled up, saying you stay hot/ 
 You haven't released anything ill, you fake plots/ 
 I scraped blocks, strayed from rocks/ 
 Never filled my pockets with knots/ 
 But I ate the garlic ones/ 
 Left burn marks from the particles that dripped from my tongue/ 
 I'm the goblin pack from Troll 2/ 
 On the corner of Nilbog I already told you/ 
 Peace to the Sharks in the canals In Venice/ 
 You weren't supposed to expose that it could lead to a sentence/ 
 I'm the cryptid, minus the cult following/ 
 The savior of this culture, minus the swaddling/ 
 You ducks stay waddling, carry on/ 
 I can't put up with these skeletons time to burry um'/ 
 As well as more than a few hatchets/ 
 I blast on these bastards with exact hits/ 
 The megalodon weighing over a 100 tons/ 
 You whales are frail, you're extinct and done/ 
 A Wolf-Shark that howled at the moon fish/ 
 Some kind of creature soon to switch/ 
 On to whatever sounds more appealing/ 
 Uncle Ricky said No Squealing/

Megalodon (Prod. By The Doppelgangaz)

Lyrics by @brootmccoy except for track 2 lyrics by @brootmccoy & @tareefknockout
Instrumentals by @wardwills , @shepardsounds , @donfenix & @thorkvisgaard 
Album artwork by Martha Dawson
Additional edits by Maddison Stevens
All tracks recorded, mixed & mastered by @vincepeters at Sumo Audio Recording Studios

6. Conscious Remedy (Redux) [Prod. By @wardwills]

5. Persistence (The Key To A Legacy) [Prod. By @thorkvisgaard]

4. Global Takeover (Prod. By @donfenix)

3. In Search Of... (Prod. By @wardwills)

2. You Want Bread? (Feat. @tareefknockout) [Prod. By @shepardsounds]

1. Strive (Self - Driven) [Prod. By @wardwills]

Produced By The Doppelgangaz 
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh & Iron Ora

I have a certain Ora like phosphorus/ 
 These rhyme schemed dreams stay monstrous/ 
 Certain nightmares seep through my sub consciousness/ 
 Honest, that this is easier than taking a piss/ 
 With watermelon size kidney stones/ 
 So it's not easy at all but I'm prone/ 
 To just terrorize and cause traumatic events/ 
 With no consent, I leave foes bent/ 
 I'm who they resent, they still get on their knees and repent/ 
 I damage their soul with no physical dent/ 
 The typical mythical Clark Kent/ 
 I'm who Zeus and the other Gods sent/ 
 Just some raw rap scriptures to read off/ 
 Feel free like jumping from the skyscraper B loft/ 
 Off balance, weight shifts like see-saws/ 
 Business enthusiast similar to my G-Pah/ 

 (It's just... A haunting melody) 
 (Me & Ora create... A haunting melody) 
 (A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) 
 What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody) 

 [Iron Ora's Verse] 

 Chopped like Paul Bunyan, flipped by the onion/ 
 Spit the shit to keep Emcees running/ 
 Test trees, bless beats in my dungeon/ 
 We press heat while you press buttons/ 
 Stay dipped in the cut with a spliff lit/ 
 Sound ass with your craft, kid I'm gifted/ 
 Uplifted like I caught a spirit/ 
 Motherfuckers don't listen but they oughta' hear it/ 
 Most these kats tracks sound like they bought it clearance/ 
 On point, never catch me at a court appearance/ 
 Crate-digger writing rhymes that's more than searing/ 
 Plate bigger cause I got a good appetite/ 
 Fisher Price lines, spit into a plastic mic/ 
 Thought you had the gift?, ain't (w)rap it right/ 
 Ill magic every night like 32/ 
 Little do they know the rap game is virtual/ 

 (It's just... A haunting melody) 
 (Me & Croosh create... A haunting melody) 
 (A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody) 
 What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)

Lurking In The Shadows (Feat. Iron Ora) [Prod. By The Doppelgangaz]

Produced by @loka404
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @vincepeters
Artwork via Maddison Stevens
Artist @brootmccoy

Therestofpotamia

Lara Croft (Double Ammunition)[Prod. by l o k a !]

Produced by @kilamusic
Vocals Recorded & Edited By @vincepeters
Artwork via @mass-hollow
Artist @brootmccoy

Intro-Spect (A Different Viewtiful Joe)[Prod. by KiLaMDaPro]

Produced By The Doppelgangaz 
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

Just broke from the Jaws of a shark/ 
 On the rise of brilliance like Tony Starks/ 
 Sparks fly, when I release raps/ 
 Fin submerged, gills open when I breath back/ 
 Just a pair of white socks, the remnants of my Uncle Rick/ 
 Something's wrong and my soul needs to be fixed/ 
 The heart inside me has changed into a different rhythm/ 
 The spirits that were in the sky now reside within him/ 
 There's comfort in darkness but the light reveals/ 
 The truth and all that it conceals/ 
 A man with almost nothing who chooses to give/ 
 Has a prosperous life that is long lived/ 
 I give glory that's all his, seriously it all is/ 
 The music is what structured all this/ 
 What you become after it's all said and done/ 
 Is determined on the mentality of being the one/ 
 And only for a matter of time, legacies are left/ 
 In one swoop, the thief stole using theft/ 
 Fan blades is what I stare at most days/ 
 Cold air in my face, thinking how I should give praise/ 
 The more I contemplate the stronger my mind grows/ 
 PTSD is hard to cope with, the Lord knows/ 
 Veteran of music since my first leave/ 
 The love and culture since my birth conceived/ 

 Out of vices, I've learned to break free/ 
 I try to leave it but the past keeps haunting me/ 
 Gave me more than I could even offer/ 
 Had a soul made of gold but it tarnished to copper/ 
 Strong willingness seems to let others down/ 
 In the beginning in a womb, the end is underground/ 
 I live in the moment but plan for what's to come/ 
 I reside in galaxies, strayed away from suns/ 

 The strength given to me by the support of some/ 
 Is the best feeling, the world I will give to them/ 
 I had issues in the past and even more as an adult/ 
 Praying for the following of thee occult/ 
 I assault lyrics with no regrets/ 
 I feel like I never have money and I'm always in debt/ 
 I swept past thick headed scoundrels/ 
 Who tried to take the gold and the crowned jewels/ 
 The safety of your family should be the first concern/ 
 But we all pass eventually, waiting on our turn/ 
 The Jaws of death waiting to clench down once more/ 
 To swallow you whole, nothing to wash ashore/ 
 The line between good and evil is drawn by you/ 
 The world is too complex, it's designed by who?/ 
 The Supreme Architect, respect is given/ 
 I strive my hardest, just keep living/ 

 Out of vices, I've learned to break free/ 
 I try to leave it but the past keeps haunting me/ 
 Gave me more than I could even offer/ 
 Had a soul made of gold but it tarnished to copper/ 
 Strong willingness seems to let others down/ 
 In the beginning in a womb the end is underground/ 
 I live in the moment but plan for what's to come/ 
 I reside in galaxies strayed away from suns/

Jaws (R.I.P. Uncle Ricky) [Prod. By The Doppelgangaz]

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