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Hieroglyphics - Classic -

Produced by Kno. 5th sneak peek from the upcoming "Strange Journey Volume Three". Pre-order NOW at www.CunninLynguists.com!

Kno: 
It's four o-clock on a Sunday morning 
Who the hell is calling my phone? 
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning 
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone 

V1 (Natti): 
Wee hours of the morning and word is bond 
I’m in jail I need bail again, the word is bond 
Not James in a tux with olives draped on my cup 
With a dame all on me with healthy letters to cup 
So what up? 
Can you free me ‘fore my prints get back? 
And they run em through the system and realize that I'm black 
All I remember was the stripper then I faded to rack 
Said her name was December than she sat on my lap 
"Merry Crimmuh" 
Liquor and higher power my witness 
I thought fleeing The People was just a matter of fitness 
With all these nice drinks, compliments of Dennis 
Whoever the fuck that is 
"Dennis is this!" 
Two middle fingers up 
"Dennis is this!" 
Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths 
Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! 
Cus I don’t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! 

V2 (Grieves): 
Ha, Yup, 
im aware it’s four in the morning 
but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny 
I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip 
Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it’s a bitch 
Mainly cuz I now consider you one 
I wanna let you go but every time I seem to screw up 
Now that’s the problem with the space that you occupy 
It’s going great and then the thought of you would cross my mind 
A box of wine and a carton of coffin nails will 
Convince me now would be a great time for hate mailin’ 
Like "Hey bitch! How the hell have you been? 
Remember me? We were dating and you slept with my friends!" 
I just thought that I’d remind you in case you ever forget it 
And train yourself to believe that you're not a terrible wretch 
ha 
You broke my heart into like a million pieces 
So here’s another dim-litted picture of my penis 

V3 (Murs): 
Whoa! 
What the fuck is going on Grieves 
You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? 
Is that a picture of your...? 
I'ma pretend I didn't see that 
All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt...ohhhhh 
You had to much to drink again 
Whiskey & a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend 
You booze you lose, homie you been warned 
You better off using your cellphone to watch porn 
Grab some lotion & a napkin 
Jack off off then pass out 
All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out 
I hope you black out before you do anymore damage 
I checked your timeline, homie...why you Tweetin in Spanish? 
I understand if this is what you gotta go through 
But when you sober up I got some screenshots to show you 
And Grieves, bro...you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through

Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves

Hellohihey

Language Arts Crew - Something's Wrong

Forty-Two

Rabbit Hole

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Produced by Jake One

Bambu recorded by himself somewhere in Oakland, CA
Slug recorded by Dillon Parker at Stophouse Studios, Minneapolis, MN
Grynch recorded by D-Sane at The D-Sane Asylum, Seattle, WA

Mixed & Mastered by D-Sane at The D-Sane Asylum, Seattle, WA - http://www.not2sane.com

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Grynch - Mister Rogers (Remix) (Feat. Bambu & Slug of Atmosphere)

Intro:
Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...
it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky, 
or I could show you some really fancy movement...
But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, 
and to express myslef honestly...
Now that, my friend is very hard to do.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives
And for that live moment we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son
Come into the light
Inside the dark we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre
The will to neanderthal
Filter to the the small
Digital to analog
We steady advancin'
Rhyme enhancin'
Civil minds can't keep up with this

Senim Silla:
Dig - I'ma put it on the table
I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful
I'm just Senim Silla, man without label
Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable
Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able
I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go
While others go with the flow
I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit
Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own shit
I don't care what you drink
What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I ain't impressed
These lames run around like mice in a maze
Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race
Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things
Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?
Should I join the hypocrites?
Or side with the suckas by choice
It makes no difference that y'all product of environment
It's just coincidence
The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence
Or civil men or penatence, just
Ignorance cast on the right from wrong 
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What that tell you they on?
A sucka act up every minute
The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite

OneManArmy:
I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter
Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you
Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/binary-star-lyrics/honest-expression-lyrics.html]
Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack
You ain't big time, my man
You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time
Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic
What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects
Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object
What you say is bullcrap
If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew
Would you still pull gats?
You need to stop frontin'
Or you're headed for self destruction
Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction
I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion
I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas
Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas
Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense
They never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure

(scratching break)

(discussion)

OneManArmy:
How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent?
85 percent represent ignorant
Either you innocent or guilty
Some of my favorite emcees fell off
It damn near killed me
Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop
Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last
And five minutes of fame 
That's when it's a shame
Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards
Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones
This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
Drivin wack songs like you don't give a shit
I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living
It ain't the money that's the issue
Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music
That's when I got beef with you
And I'ma break it you like never
Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better
Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy
You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee

Binary Star - Honest Expression

aesop rock and del the funky homosapien- preservation

To download check out
 https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/whittier-alliance/id620262073

Language Arts Crew - Something's Wrong

ChristianJeske