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 
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 
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 Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

The Burbs 

 Damage Collateral, I'm in combatable/ 
 Rattle Bones for the capital, capping them at the avenue/ 
 Lyrics keep stabbing you, mental steep, grabbing who?/ 
 No one but the masses, Titan Clashes/ 
 Different task, ask us till' we hit the caskets/ 
 Grab your rosaries and rose flower baskets/ 
 Flow, unmasked it, dope head bastard/ 
 Special re-mastered, walls broke, no plaster/ 
 Undisputed, executed next to shoot it/ 
 The rocket through the roof, magician spoof/ 
 Vanish poof/ 
 Cloud of smog flipped like a Pog/ 
 Grabbed the stock of the entire catalog faster than Sonic The Hedgehog/ 
 Fed up with the fake shit, mistaken,barrier breaking/ 
 What I'm making?, Money, I'm caking/ 
 In this God forsaken, Ape draped in prison cell/ 
 Give them Hell under my spell/ 
 Shotgun, give them a shell/ 
 No one could tell/ 
 I'm the undeniable, desirable, bio-flow/ 
 Bio hazardous, unreliable/ 
 Slamming foes with the hammer/ 
 Flash your cameras/ 
 Despicable, no one could stand you/ 
 And this is my answer (x3).../

The Burbs

Produced By Danny Dee
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artists Croosh, Tha Sound & Sean Buck

Enjoy Your Life [Bonus] (Feat. Tha Sound & Sean Buck) 

 (Tha Sound Introduction) 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 (Sean Buck Verse) 
 Some say luck, I think no such thing/ 
 Gods path so strong, in the end heaven sing/ 
 Patience and living, I love my fam, much giving/ 
 Sun rays on my forehead/ 
 Letters of love and peace written/ 
 In my time, I see my future very clear/ 
 Living what I feel and keep it real/ 
 Vibing through the bullshit, life is ill/ 
 Florida raised me, niggas out here gettin mills/ 
 I plan to get mine, I reach to a higher level/ 
 Things may not make sense at first, God's going to teach me/ 
 Life lessons, the sprits shall reach me (Dim the lights)/ 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 Morning breaches, night ceases/ 
 Delightful features, life leases/ 
 We don't follow suit, we mix them like cards/ 
 A gang of troops, we defy the odds/ 
 Righteous ways, we were brought up/ 
 Ramen noodles, chicken broth got us/ 
 Proper energy throughout the day/ 
 We had sunsets of gold, over-casted gray/ 
 Clouds hum loud with thunderous roars/ 
 The mind breached freedom, significant soars/ 
 Boredom was aroused by radio hits/ 
 Rather see an underground legend with stadium bliss/ 

 Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/ 
 Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/ 
 Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2) 

 (Sean Buck Spoken Word Outro) 
 Yeah, find yourself/ 
 You can't be no one else/ 
 The truth is out there, it's your choice to find it/ 
 Roll a spliff and light it, mend your soul n find it/ 
 Meditate the info of life in due time kid/ 
 You can be down and out/ 
 Just find yourself and thug it out (thug it out)/

Enjoy Your Life [Bonus] (Feat. Tha Sound & 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 @drlaflow
Recorded & Edited By @seanbuckvibe
Written & Crafted By @brootmccoy
Courteously Brought To You By @fuzzzy-nickels + @dust-heavy-collective
@respectthevibe + @everydejavu

O.G.'s be like oh geez/ 
 I only rock Jordan O.G.'s/ 
 I stay funky like old cheese/ 
 My dogs I'm with have no fleas/ 
 The flow breeze/ 
 Drew out New plans, Orleans/ 
 Better than me?, Oh please/ 
 Built strong and lived long, Oak trees/ 
 Begging the folk, leave/ 
 Feeling stoked and intrigued/ 
 Smell of gun smoke, just freeze/ 
 Stood my ground, Cochise/ 
 A lot of you cats need to change your litter box/ 
 It's the Kid that Rocks, minus fedoras and country talk/ 
 Punk just watch,/ 
 It's an outbreak just like the monkey pox/ 
 Stayed next to Lox, no Jada, P, or Louch/ 
 Been in the booth spitting truths, before you knew/ 
 I'm the sudden reoccurrence in the Matrix doctrine/ 
 Stay and watch him, amazed but proceed with caution/

(Break)

Leather boots stomp your chest in/ 
 Looking for more jewels that I can invest in/ 
 From a Section 8 0, peace to Mr. Lamar/ 
 Beard game heavy, It's The Return Of Jafar/ 
 My verbs heard from afar, donut out in the car/ 
 Rigorous darts, bodies left with more than a couple a scars/ 
 Rouge status sipping on some dark brew-skis/ 
 Just me and a pad of empty loose leaf/ 
 My mental splatters pages for readers and listeners/ 
 Hip-Hop, the one chick I should be sticking to her/ 
 I throw ya'll in the stew I brew, a cheap boil/ 
 I strike first, no firing back, just recoil/ 
 You spoiled my appetite but not for destruction/ 
 Your facial attitude needs reconstruction/ 
 Suctioned, sucked in, to keep it moving/ 
 No repercussion, the reapers coming, my soul I'm not losing/

Don't Sequel

Aerial Breach (Prod. By Dr. LaFlow)

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/

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)

My entry for the Japan Nation cypher produced and hosted by▲神-J2.☯-神▼

Shogun (Japan Nation Cypher Entry)[Prod. By J2.☯]

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 @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 @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 & Recorded by @90culture
Mixed & Mastered by @taylor-mccoy-953868471
Artwork via Zach Moldof
Artist @brootmccoy

Blue Gorilla Tactics

Order Of Operations

Coercion

Military March Manual (Guide To An Eternal Soul)

Produced & Recorded by @90culture
Mixed & Mastered by @taylor-mccoy-953868471
Artwork via Zach Moldof
Artist @brootmccoy @emceemath @rugodzilla @robregis @drosiph-purpen-kush & @cablewraps

Warfare (Extended Ambush) [feat. Math, RvGod, Rob Regis, Antidote & Cable Wraps]

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

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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

(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2)) 

 I'm writing whatever my mind conceives/ 
 Complicated imagination you wouldn't believe/ 
 The contractor for building a team of cohorts/ 
 Cooked up recipes, copped ingredients of all sorts/ 
 Consciously, you couldn't come next to my level/ 
 Spent careless nights where we reveled/ 
 I revealed an instinct that out shown the rest/ 
 Properly invested, now who whon test/ 
 No excess, we trimmed the fat off/ 
 To those who came before me, I tip my hat off/ 
 Glad to laugh off of what seems to be a bad cough/ 
 Don't stay sad lost, find something great at not such a bad cost/ 
 Egads if your superior is acting like a rad boss/ 
 They need something greater that will add but for you it's a mad loss/ 
 Just brush it out, be what your about/ 
 Focus on self and make sure to forget the doubt/ 

 (Hook) (This that Slammu (x2)) 

 That power increases with your blood flow/ 
 Don't look slumped over and dumb slow/ 
 Productive, lead as the example or don't/ 
 Decisions that you think will effect the world won't/ 
 Not with an attitude that resides in the dumpster/ 
 In the end, all of us want a slice of that munster/ 
 Remember though to keep the passion as a whole/ 
 Rewrite the hieroglyphic under the adapted glow/ 
 I reacted to the radio and what it plays constant/ 
 Nonchalant, the public grabs your brain and taunts it/ 
 It says you need certain amenities that you need not/ 
 And they feed your brain in a pigs feed trough/ 
 Know the boundaries don't exist in blind infatuation/ 
 You can complete anything with this creation/ 
 Blatantly I evoke and provoke out of spite/ 
 No need to be on edge like the serrated side of a knife/

Slammu (Prod. By The Doppelgangaz)

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]

Produced By The Doppelgangaz 
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck 
Artist Croosh

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, 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) 

 [Cable Wraps Verse] 

 A distant creature born out of Indian totem poles/ 
 Soul captured and written and inscribed inside of Jehovah's scroll/ 
 A behemoth beast from the pits of those men deceased/ 
 A Demon looking for his way to peace or a fresh start at least/ 
 The chief enters premises as the arch nemesis/ 
 The devilish Reincarnation bastard shall level this/ 
 A clenched fist, grips the tool, to amplify the gift/ 
 Dirty teeth, a rotten human soul inside Hip-Hop exists/ 
 The Megalodon hit the world into a blunder/ 
 So the water grew and now Cable invades with hurricanes and thunder/ 
 Apocalyptic wonders asunder the world in under 7 days/ 
 I part the core to take all emcee lives away/ 
 All relentless power dignified my lonely road/ 
 And destined to manifest all that's left of your pathetic goals/ 
 Godzilla is CruciaL, So I'll be King Kong/ 
 The two savages to bring destruction in and be labeled Gods/ 
 A structured mind that reformulates my evil side/ 
 The end is now comin' so don't try, just prepare to die/ 
 Write your pathetic lines, the quicker you'll be doomed/ 
 My lyrics birth typhoons, monsoons and blow away the moon/ 
 I swiped the sun from the sky/ 
 Farted and froze hell, while my bars made the greatest of all angels cry/ 
 I don't know if this is hard for you to comprehend/ 
 I have fun destroying my pen/ (While you niggas eager to diss)

Megalodon [Remix] (Feat. Cable Wraps) [Prod. By The Doppelgangaz]

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