LA City Shit
Brownfield Featuring Princess Fortier

Hook: Princess Fortier
LA City dreams, fame
LA City struggle, pain
What you give is what you get
But give your soul
And you’ll regret
Don’t get caught in the game
Or it’ll be a crying shame

Verse 1: Brownfield
Don't you come over here
Talking shit like Evangelists
If yo’ town's so hot
You wouldn't be in Los Angeles
This city will either 
Swallow you alive
Or be the blueprint for
How to survive
LA city shit
Puro desmadre
Learn Spanish quicker
Than bitches in Madrid
We quick to riot
Jack shit like pirates
Don't look at me wrong
That make me irate
The summer approaches
You know what it mean?
The murder rate up
More cops on the scene
Go cop you some green
To help ease the tension
An earthquake approaches
And this is the center
Get it? Epicenter
Muthafuckas act
Like they got dementia
But that's how it goes
Living in Sur Central
Donde las drogas
Estan a la venta!

Hook: Princess Fortier
LA City dreams, fame
LA City struggle, pain
What you give is what you get
But give your soul
And you’ll regret
Don’t get caught in the game
Or it’ll be a crying shame

Verse 2: Brownfield
Welcome to Los Angeles
West Coast
The Golden State
Swimming wit' sharks
In the ocean's of fate
Next to the Pacific
But there's violence and hate
The war is on the street
So don't think you're safe
Here prison culture cultivate
The rules you must follow
All is fair in love and business
Keep your heart hollow
Still we show love
And we help anyone rise
The place where Barack Obama
Learned to be politicized
Yeah there is homicides
And people living awesome lives
A little bit of everything
For everyone, on every night
A semi-automatic 
Is competing with a glock!
The block is hot...
Well, what the fuck you think
Cause the melting in the pot?
We have influence
On every single stock
This-place-makes you tuff
While you climbing to the top
And who the hell you think it was
That gave nuts to hip-hop?

Hook: Princess Fortier
La City dreams, fame
La City struggle, pain
What you give is what you get
But give your soul
And you’ll regret
Don’t get caught in the game
Or it’ll be a crying shame



L.A. City Shit

The Brownfield Anthem
Brownfield Featuring Wordamouph

Verse 1: Brownfield
Poverty is a stressor
I coulda been a professor
But I dropped outta college
Like I was Mr. West, uhhh
Two kids, no rest 
I wasn’t ready to be a parent
Pardon for sharing
Why my nose flarin’
Made me stop carin’
While the women starin’ 
I was engineerin’
How to make a livin'
Offa shittin’ on emcees
Regrettin’, nah
I’m not a mourner’
My girl said keep a journal
But my word’s the truth
Like my name’s was sojourner

Verse 2: Wordamouph 
You ain’t a thug 
You’re just blowing smoke
Like a politician
Ridin’ 24’s 
But ain’t got a pot to piss in
The hoes that you be loving
Is the hoes I be dismissing
The ones I put my dick in
Is the same bitches you kissing
I’m in the driver’s seat
With keys in the ignition
Pedal to the metal 
Got the wheel under submission
See I don’t play
I make my dreams come to fruition
Improving my condition
While I’m piling up commission

Hook: Wordamouph
Brownfield keep it gutta
Like the back of the bus
You now rocking with Los Angeles finest
Brownfield keep it gutta
Like the back of the bus
Them hoes coming in with you
But they leaving with us

Verse 3: Brownfield
I want the whole pie
Not just a portion
I've been rapping since yo moms 
Was considering abortion
I do it for the love of money
Love like Barney
Till my girl get to shop 
For what she want at Barneys
The game need Prozac
This shit’s so depressin’
I’m hopping over fences
Where O’rielly ain’t a factor
They closed factories
Left us poverty and misery
Before dissing me 
You better check your fucking history

Verse 4: Wordamouph
Here I go again
Wordamouph will never bend
Folding under pressure
Never really been my thing
I thrive in the moment
Read the signs in the omens
Focused on success
Never mind my opponents
Crushing competition
Raised the bar like tuition
Stay original 
Never follow a rendition
I give a fuck about opinions
Coming from a bunch of minions
Telling me what’s hot
Telling me to sell a million

Hook: Wordamouph
Brownfield keep it gutta
Like the back of the bus
You now rocking with Los Angeles finest
Brownfield keep it gutta
Like the back of the bus
Them hoes coming in with you
But they leaving with us



The Brownfield Anthem

CIVIL UNREST 
Brownfield Featuring Cive Aden

Hook: Clive Aden
We about to start a riot!
Cause we wanna be free
Yep, I wanna be free
But, you won’t let me be free
So we riot!
Anything we want
We gone’ have to take it
So that’s how it’s gonna be 
We about to start a riot!
Cause we fed up, the set up won’t let up 
Won’t you let me be free?
We about to start a riot!
Yeah, We about to start a riot!
We about to start a riot!

Verse 1: Brownfield
April 29th 
The people became fed up
The city went up in flames 
Four days it didn’t let up
Tension grew thick 
Awaiting the verdict 
Four white officers 
Acquitted of hatred 
The media took notice
Reported the incidents 
South Central was the focus
They blamed its residents
LA burned down 
My community surrounded
And the stupid politicians 
Acted dumbfounded
Claimed to be oblivious
About police brutality 
But cops abusing power 
Was an everyday reality
An issue that was often 
Swept under the rug
And said excessive force
Was needed to handle thugs
Riots in the streets
The order put to the test
Uncle Sam’s worst nightmare
A civil unrest 
Sublime already told ya
But not the full picture
Rodney King on the ground
Getting Devo’d stayed wit ya 
 

Hook: Clive Aden
We about to start a riot!
Cause we wanna be free
Yep, I wanna be free
But, you won’t let me be free
So we riot!
Anything we want
We gone’ have to take it
So that’s how it’s gonna be 
We about to start a riot!
Cause we fed up, the set up won’t let up 
Won’t you let me be free?
We about to start a riot!
Yeah, We about to start a riot!
We about to start a riot!

Verse 2: Brownfield
April 29th 
The people just set it off
At first cried for justice 
Tears became Molotov 
Started using fists 
Said “fuck begging for help”
Became fed up and pissed
The city turned to hell 
Shit was off the hook
Off the hinges 
Off the latch 
Not a peaceful demonstration
Muthafucka strike a match 
The cops stood and watched
While the business got looted 
Had the power to protect them
But they just didn’t do it
I blame Darryl Gates… and…
Mayor Tom Bradley
You knew this coming… so… 
Why you mad at me?
All events leading up 
Were within your purview
And…. all you could do 
Was set in a curfew
My block was trapped
With no water in the tap 
The lights cut off 
In the dark like a rat
I was locked in my apartment
Lighting candles, said a prayer 
And Florence/Normandie 
Was the albino alligator 



Hook: Clive Aden
We about to start a riot!
Cause we wanna be free
Yep, I wanna be free
But, you won’t let me be free
So we riot!
Anything we want
We gone’ have to take it
So that’s how it’s gonna be 
We about to start a riot!
Cause we fed up, the set up won’t let up 
Won’t you let me be free?
We about to start a riot!
Yeah, We about to start a riot!
We about to start a riot!

Verse 3: Brownfield
April 29th 
Everything was televised 
The riots in LA claimed fifty-five lives
But all they seem to focus on
Was one white trucker 
While the violence on the streets 
Kept spreading like Smucker’s
The people were familiar 
And saw it all coming 
When justice ain’t a pillar
It’s a matter of timing
Conditions were hype
And tired of abuse 
But even more fed up
With your goddamn excuse 
The government controls you 
As long as you listen
To lies and promises
Why do they wanna build a prison? 
Poverty is genocide
Not coincidence
Check the unemployment rate
And the murder incidence 
The tyrant’s in power 
If the army respond
And people give in 
On the wrong side of the gun
We will not retreat
Until our freedom is won   
Riots speak frustration for the people…. I’m gone! 


Civil Unrest

The Get Down
Brownfield Featuring Wordamouph, Evri Deesire, & ALB 3

Hook: Evri Deesire, & ALB 3
Toot, jerk, hyphy 
Get down how you want to
But you bound to bust a move
When it runs through you

Verse 1: Wordamouph
Eat a dick bitch
You don’t really want it with us
The only muthafuckas 
Flexing brain and muscle is us
Brownfield keep it gutta 
Like the back of the bus 
Them hoes coming with you
But they leaving with us
We on the grind like brake pads
Never at home
Like deadbeat dads
In the lab with a pen and a pad
That’s where you’ll find us
Beat knocking through the walls
You now rockin’ with Los Angeles finest
Brownfield! 
Yes sir, that’s the name of the crew
This is some real shit 
Meant for a selected few
So precise with the flow
Boy, we spit on cue
And if you don’t like our shit
Then we spit on you
I’m all about that green
Momma told me eat yo’ vegetables
Everywhere I go
Bitches hanging from my testicles
Drilling them like Texaco
Gotta keep it sexy hoe
Up from Canada
Down to muthafuckin’ Mexico

Hook: Evri Deesire, & ALB 3
Toot, jerk, hyphy 
Get down how you want to
But you bound to bust a move
When it runs through you

Verse 2: Brownfield
Step up in the spot 
Feelin’ fly like a hawk
The beats sound like when elephants walk
Think you can see us?
You most be crazy
Two words describe us
Fuckin Amazin'
We tear that shit up
From the club to the backyard
Whether u broke or you needin’ a bodyguard
Learn how to party hard
Dance ‘til yo’ body crash 
We make the hard times
Feel like its mardi gras
Yo’ girl going out and you don't be carin’?
Throw it around and you gone be sharin’!
Wakin’ up in stuff that she wasn’t wearin’
Now yo’ ass acting like you don’t be hearin’
Don’t get me twisted 
You don’t see braids
This flow is clean 
Like we rock with maids
There’s nothin’ like talent 
And u ain’t getting’ paid
Like livin’ wit yo’ girl 
And u ain’t getting’ laid
Brownfield… 


Hook: Evri Deesire, & ALB 3
Toot, jerk, hyphy 
Get down how you want to
But you bound to bust a move
When it runs through you

Verse 3: Evri Deesire

I get hyphy 
As soon as I walk in the club
Them dudes is looking like they fans
They wanna give me love
Them chicks is hating 
Cause they finna spend their last dub
I’m in the VIP for free
So I don’t give a fuck
We came to party
Evri Dee came to wop it out
My body rock
So ‘til I live I make them mouths shout
Them chicks up in the spot
“Somebody buy the bar out”
But it don’t matter cause yo’ girl got clout
Shake, shakin’ and rockin’
My body just keep on poppin’
I’m really feelin’ this groovin’
I know that there is no stopping me
I keep it going 
Just know how to keep it hoppin’
So don’t be mad at me 
When yo’ baby daddy be watching 
It was so natural for me to come and rip this
My rhymes be heavy, nice, classy, vicious
You know it when I spit
Hell yeah it’s delicious
I’m stepping on the scene
Soon to be Don Miss



The Getdown

Lord You Need To Hear
Brownfield Featuring Erin Kim

Chorus: Erin Kim
Lord you need to hear me
Haven’t spoken to you in so long
Can you feel me?
I need a light for this dark road
You need to help me
Oh lord, you need to heal me?

Verse 1: Brownfield
Lord you need to hear me
All this anger inside is gonna kill me
I’ve been taxin’ my soul 
And now you bill me
The devil’s a thief 
That muthafucka’s tryin’ to steal me
It’s been too long 
And I’m asking you to change me
It all went wrong
And all you did was re-arrange me
Going from one mistake
On to the next
And these bitches all fake
Since I ran outta checks
I don’t know what I’m doing 
Stayin’ alive
It’s a full time job 
Just tryin’ to survive
On a suicidal path 
As I dance with the enemy
There’s no turning back 
As I aim for the industry
Known for its tendencies
Vices and trickeries
Think I’ll survive? 
Uhm, not positively
I’ve been thiking lately 
It’s just you and me
And my mind fucked up
Since I can’t find the chemistry
Lord you need to hear me

Chorus: Erin Kim
Lord you need to hear me
Haven’t spoken to you in so long
Can you feel me?
I need a light for this dark road
You need to help me
Oh lord, you need to heal me?

Verse 2: Brownfield
Is there a reason why you not lettin’ me sleep?
Is there reason why my sanity is weak?
My patience is thin
Like anorexic teens
And I’m getting’ fucking tired!
Of eating eggs and beans
You give me all this talent
That ain’t gettin’ me anywhere
Like chicks sayin’ they can’t fuck
Standing in their underwear
Is that your sense humor?
Cause mine is bad lately
Is that an answer you know?
Why is it that you made me?
A man with the mind and the heart 
That can conquer
But all of my life! 
I’ve taken hits like a conga
I’m lookin’ for a sponsor
Without the 12 steps
Playin’ Russian Roulette
Asking who the fuck’s next?
Ain’t nobody wanna gamble
My money I scramble
Cause I got ways and means
Just like Charlie Rangel
That’s got me asking questions
That priests can’t handle
Defacing my faith
I’m a muthafuckin’ vandal

Chorus: Erin Kim
Lord you need to hear me
Haven’t spoken to you in so long
Can you feel me?
I need a light for this dark road
You need to help me
Oh lord, you need to heal me?



Lord You Need To Hear Me

Take To The Streets

Verse 1: Brownfield
You hear the news everyday 
And things are messed up
The whole country looks like it got hit by a truck
 I flip through the channels	
They try to sell me pills
But they ain’t got one 
To cure society’s ills
Then I flip through the news
But it ain’t nothing new 
They spoon feed lies 
To fool me and you
They can’t stop talking 
About the broken economy
But not about how 
This has broken my family
My credit’s all froze
So my house is getting foreclosed 
I wanna fall asleep
But I can’t keep my eyes closed
And everybody’s trippin’ 
On me all of a sudden 
My teachers got it backwards 
Like Benjamin Button
They say we got problems 
That kids need fixin’
I’ll be like Lavelle and just start Mixon (mixin’)
I got alotta questions
But can’t find the answer
And my stomach’s churning 
Like a fuckin’ belly dancer

Chorus: Brownfield and Wordamouph
Call this disaster a crash or a war 
This is revolution coming straight through your door
So take to the streets 
Time take to the streets 

Verse 2: Brownfield
Get your umbrellas out
And find you some shelter
It’s cold in LA
But not just the weather
The budget’s getting leaner
And the situation meaner
Get ready for the storm
Economic Katrina
Trying to make ends meet
With no shoes on my feet
Why should I read blogs?
When I need Steve Jobs!
So think about it dummy
Bernie Maddoff (made off) with your money
Now you wanna take from me?
You can go to hell homie!
They’re lying from the podium & standing at the pulpit 
Counting chips and votes
While we count on their bullshit
They bail out the banks and the auto industry 
But those same companies
Bailed out on you and me
For the mothers and the fathers 
And everybody working
Take all your rage
On that man who’s been jerking 
You for lil’ pay
Tell him not today!
I’ma stand up and fight 
While you sit there and pray

Chorus: Brownfield Featuring Wordamouph
Call this disaster a crash or a war 
This is revolution coming in through your door
So take to the streets 
Time take to the streets 







Take To The Streets

South Central American
Brownfield Featuring The Plaga
 
Hook: The Plaga
Put hands in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Tell ‘em where we from?
South Central
Your hands are in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Where we from?
South Central
 
Verse 1: Brownfield
This is the anthem, reppin’
Nobody disrespectin’
This ain’t only a song
It’s a geography lesson
Call it a blessin’
Call it a present
Call it what you want
Just don’t call me a Mexican
My culture’s strong!
The reason for this song
It won’t take long
For you to know where I’m from
South Central’s home
Central American born
South Central American
Is how I’m now known!

Hook: The Plaga
Put hands in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Tell ‘em where we from?
South Central
Your hands are in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Where we from?
South Central

Verse 2: Clive Aden
Ok, it’s me C-L-I-V-E
I come to rep South Central A-M-E-R-I-C-A
From BZE up to LA
Mexican ladies push them baskets
With tamales, elotes
We protest
The grotesque conditions of society
Plus we got variety
NO!
And the motto round here is
F’ the Po-Po
And, just so you know!

Hook: The Plaga
Put hands in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Tell ‘em where we from?
South Central
Your hands are in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Where we from?
South Central
Verse 3: Brownfield
Brown blood, Black love
Brown Soul, Black Flavor
This is dedicated 
To the neighborhood that made us
You can Google Maps 
All the countries I’m reppin’
Civil war changed me
So you better check yo’ steppin’
My culture’s sweet
My lingo unique
Where the Cholos and the Crips
Shoot it out in the streets
So, don’t think that I’m hatin’
I’m just killin’ this beat
And a Mexican made it

Hook: The Plaga
Put hands in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Tell ‘em where we from?
South Central
Your hands are in the air
When we are in the area
Let them know we come correct
South Central American
Who we be?
South Central American
Where we from?
South Central


South Central American

LA CLICKA DESCARADA BROWNFIELD FEAT. CHANGONGO

Verso 1: Brownfield
Digan por favor
Quien les dio ese permiso
La chusma ya llego
Quítate o yo te piso
Mi nombre es importante
Acuerdate quien soy
Brownfield me llamo
Changongo es mi homeboy
Aquí representado
Una clicka descarada
Mi lengua es una espada
Mi palabra puñalada
Fáltame el respeto
Yo te doy una manada
Dices que eres macho
Pero se que se te aguada
A mi se me dirige
Como realeza
Yo soy chingon
Que le pese a quien le pesa
Soy de Guatemala
Hoy plantado en California
Los Ángeles mi barrio
El Sur Centro mi colonia
Yo crucé fronteras
Buscando buen futuro
No se mi hizo fácil
Ni tampoco fue muy duro
El éxito es un muro
Lo derrumbo te lo juro
Embriagado de talento
Yo rapeo medio crudo

Chorus: Brownfield
Diganmelo pues
Quiene es ese pinche bago?
No habla ingles
Pero es muy mal hablado
Guapo malcriado
Pero bien descarado
Las mujeres como quieren!
A ese desgraciado

Verso 2: Changongo
Que pasa homeboy?
Quieren hacer el pedo
Preparo, apunto
Decido con el dedo
La raza no se asusta
Me encuentra el que me busca
Te sientes bien machote
Te me cagas con mi fusca
Mexicano belico
Como de Bosnia
La clicka descarada 
De Colima hasta California
Rompe el silencio
Pongan atencion
Brownfield, Changongo 
Ya cagaste el pantalon
Guatemala, Mexico
La mezcla para el exito
A tu ruca yo la exito
Le metos el pito
Mira mi clicka 
Y son grandes distancias
Que es lo que tenemos?
Vida loca en abundancia
Somos the best
Desde El East hasta The West
Somos los mejores
Sepanlo de una vez
Digan por favor 
Quien les dio ese permiso?
Mi nombre es Changongo
Al que ustedes los deshizo

Chorus: Brownfield
Diganmelo pues
Quiene es ese pinche bago?
No habla ingles
Pero es muy mal hablado
Guapo malcriado
Pero bien descarado
Las mujeres como quieren!
A ese desgraciado


La Clika Descarada Feat. Changongo (International Track)

PERHAPS FEAT. EVRI DEESIRE & TONNA

You won't admit you love me
So, how I'm I ever
To know 
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, quizas
(Perhaps)

Hook: Brownfield & Evri Deesire
Perhaps, uhm, maybe
I don't really know
I got alotta questions
But one thing's fo sho
This ain't working out
So, now I gotta go
So perhaps you should leave
Yo damn key to the door

Verse 1: Tonna
Perhaps it's a wrap
We were never a match
So could never catch a fire like Bob did
Let's be honest
I'm a catch
Perhaps that's the reason 
You got so attached
But, what you lack is tact
On my back heavier than a burlap sack
Full of purses, carry-ons 
Must be all that baggage
From past heartbreaks
Blaming me for all that damage
Perhaps
We need to turn back to late night creep sessions
Deep sexin’
With you waking up hurt back and all
Like MJ, I only come back to ball
Back to score, tap that core
From bed to floor
Having you come back for more
Turn you back to a temptress
In an instant, with no commitment
Baby that’s pimpin’

Hook: Brownfield & Evri Deesire
Perhaps, uhm, maybe
I don't really know
I got alotta questions
But one thing's fo sho
This ain't working out
So, now I gotta go
So perhaps you should leave
Yo damn key to the door

Verse 2: Brownfield
Perhaps we coulda been cool
Coulda been beautiful
I think that you 
Perhaps made a fool 
Of what I did for you
I thought I was investing 
Instead I am regressing 
Like salads no dressing
It’s simple and plain
Time to catch a plane
Go back to where you came
I’m done with this game
This relationship shit
My God, what a switch!
Started dating a smart girl
Broke up with a dumb bitch 
Sick and tired of the dumb shit
Every time that we fight 
You say you wanna split
Well, go on an git’
Bounce cause I quit
Your knight in shining armor
Is the man that cause you harm now
I’ll let you live, perhaps you’ll forgive
Or just forget about it
But, don’t ever doubt it
I’m a big fucking deal
I just don’t make a big deal about it
Hook: Brownfield & Evri Deesire
Perhaps, uhm, maybe
I don't really know
I got alotta questions
But one thing's fo sho
This ain't working out
So, now I gotta go
So perhaps you should leave
Yo damn key to the door

Verse 3: Evri Deesire
Baby, what is it?
Perhaps you coulda been
The one who could really do it
When you said you could win
Perhaps you coulda had the doe
You claimed that you could spend
Perhaps you woulda been the dude
To not get at my friend
But really tho’, you could really kill it yo’
No Rihanna standing ovation
At the end of the fucking show
Early wrapped in the game
You never get old
You got me fucked if you thought 
I’d play with yo feelings
You could really feel it tho’
Yes, caught you and you know
 Lying, now I know it go
I pick them like an afro
So, I play ‘em like a Maestro
Ain’t it classical?
You be tellin’ yo boys
“Evri was the one bro”
More than the fact that 
My gooda is that gooda
Best piece educated
But I grew up in the hood
Listen now
Singing yo’shouldas,  couldas 
And your wouldas 
Evri done already moved on to a man 
That understood her

Hook: Evri Deesire
Perhaps, uhm, maybe
I don't really know
I got alotta questions
But one thing's fo sho
This ain't working out
So, now I gotta go
So perhaps you should leave
Yo damn key to the door



Perhaps

HEAVY METAL FLOW

Verse 1:
I've lost more dope rhymes
Not backing up my iPhone
Than any of the talent that these 
Other rappers shownin'
Call the spot blown
Consider it gone
You are now homeless 
We conquered the throne
Unconventional 
Tormented songwriter
Brownfield's the name
On the web like a spider
I'm fly like a hang-gliding
I leave you fucked up
Like a doctor's handwriting
Far from the norm
Underground worm
Call this shit weird
Like Asian porn
Sound the alarm
Fuck it, blow the horn
Haters gonna hate
Watch them spew scorn
But I'm already knowin'
My friends try to warm me
About this damn industry 
They say it's so Shady
I tell 'em yeah maybe
So I'm I baby!!!!
I didn't make it here
By following rules
My style is Lliberachi 
And every rhyme's a jewel
Reality's cruel?
But I heal ya kid
The goal is to be 
The best Latino in this gig
The goal is to
Walk among the greatest 
To have lived

Hook
I changed my life
From I ain't satisfied
Wit' what I got 
Right now!
To I can get 
Whatever the fuck I want 
Right now!
Everybody doubting 
How much higher I can go
This I ain't really rap 
Muffacka it's Rock & Roll
The heavy metal flow
This the heavy metal flow
This I ain't really rap 
Muffacka it's Rock & Roll

Verse 2:
I don't sit still
Got Parkinson's disease
Been getting my name out
Since using scribes & streaks
I'm a fame freak
And don't need MoCA
To know art in the streets
Graffiti is a statement
I never fall off
But my ear's to the pavement
The world is my Lazy Boy
I'm sitting on top 
And you know my style
Fuck a cop hip hop
The crowd's come alive
Waiting for the show to start
Hands in the air
The drums beating like your heart
Everybody's watching
Everybody move
Everybody's waiting
Just to see what you can prove
The goal is to win
The goal is to make it
The goal is to wear the crown
The goal is to take it
The goal is to be 
The best Latino in this gig
The goal is to
Walk among the greatest 
To have lived
Brownfield

Hook
I changed my life
From I ain't satisfied
Wit' what I got 
Right now!
To I can get 
Whatever the fuck I want 
Right now!
Everybody doubting 
How much higher I can go
This I ain't really rap 
Muffacka it's Rock & Roll
The heavy metal flow
This the heavy metal flow
This I ain't really rap 
Muffacka it's Rock & Roll


Heavy Metal Flow

BROWNFIELD

This is where I’m supposed to tell you a lot of interesting details about my life that make you feel a connection to me  as a person. But, since I am not yet famous, most people won’t bother reading them. My previous bio, however, did include many anecdotes (using fancy words like this make me sound super smart – this word simply means an amusing story). These anecdotes included details about me growing up poor; living with a single mom; being an immigrant; growing up in the hood; and many other clichés (again, fancy word for boring shit) about being a Latino that grew up in South Central, Los Angeles. 

The real is- if you’d like to know more about me, listen to my songs. My lyrics express sincere thoughts and feelings. “So Through” is about a break-up with someone I loved, but whom I took for granted as a partner, so she bounced; “Lord You Need To Hear Me” is about me reconnecting with my spirituality after 10 years of being agnostic (skeptic about God’s existence); “LA City Shit”, well, that’s just me talking about how awesome LA City is. The other songs are also great. I even included the lyrics for you!   
 
I’m supposed to tell you about my influences, when I discovered my passion for hip hop, compare myself to other artists, and write things that make me sound poetic and enigmatic. 

I’ll spare you the BS. 

Just listen to my songs and comment if you like what you hear. I’m down to collab, jump on mixtapes, do shows, tour, get signed to your label, and do whatever is gonna keep me connected to music… cause life without it is fucking sad.

B

Brownfield Hip Hop

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