CREDITS KAMAE

Sleep songs 333

chill/in my feels songs

Mood 3

Khary (intern aquarium)

Your Mind together with Abel Balder, is the third single of the long waited album of ANOTR

ANOTR, Abel Balder - Your Mind

The Reset

Make Art Not €

LOTTO , Mick Jenkins, Sydny August, Sebastian Kamae - FELT

Felt

Mick Jenkins - FELT ft. Sydny August (Prod. Lotto & Sebastian Kamae)

Fantasy (Give It All)

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Dende & KAMAE - Fantasy (Give It All)

Music Video: http://www.thefader.com/2015/10/27/khary-ambidextrous-video

Scratches by: Henry C
Mixed & Mastered by: @MikeIrishMusic
Recorded at Shifted Recording Studio.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I be fresh to death
You be dressed to get shitted on
She think that I'm mr right but I think I'm committed wrong
Girl look like Aaliyah but she one of million
Y'all keep it 100
I'm 1000 like a kilo ton
Just look at my daddy if you wanna know who I get it from
Just look at my mommy if you wanna know how I get it done
Yusuke Urameshi you are messing with my spirit gun
Just look at my feet if your concerned with how my city's run
Size, 9.5 on you ass
Keep a shoe box for the stash
Many more fish in the sea
Gotta keep a line for the bass
Y'all wait in line for the class
Me I just get it
I ain't in a hall with a pass
I just count money call it math
Don't fuck with you call it science
Fuck a bad bitch call it gym
Yeah we gon' run those laps
Yall go on a date 
But 1am is when she fuck with me
You be saving hoes
And yo squad look like the Justice League
I don't really fight but if you bucking then we knuckling
You a struggle rapper
You should rap more than you struggling 

Chorus:
I'm ambidextrous
I can make it work
I can use my right
I can use my fucking left
I don't need no fucking help
Now switch-it, switch-it
Yeah yeah

Bridge:
Now, Switch it (repeat)

Verse 2:
Yeah I got two hands so I can make it work
Call me captain yellow coat 
Put an ocean in her skirt
I'm a pirate because I get everything that I deserve
If I don't , I fucking take it like Winona Ryder's purse
Uh,
She think I be cheating cuz I get my Tom Brady on
Aside from all yo ass injections what do you got going on?
I don't want degrees
Gimme cheese yeah that provolone
You don't wanna fuck with me like I'm McColly home alone
Security better let my homies in
How I mop up y'all? 
Y'all custodians 
Keenan and Kel
Ah damn here we go again
This is not cat dog nickelodeon
Stop putting pussy on a podium
I mean you a pussy on my podium
Swim Team's not a gang a consortium
When I open up shop an Emporium
I don't fuck with basic niggas
They don't bleed but PMS
Okay I fucked some basic bitches
All they need is PBS
She having sex with me,
But I feel like she still be watching Sesame,
She moved my hand away and then she said to me...

[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Henry C scratching]

Verse 3:
Who this nigga from Rhode Island
Come through and just kill the city you reside in
I don't gotta flex or resort to the violence
The ocean state great don't make me bring the tide in
This is not for the low low
This for the mo mo
Nigga pay me everything you owe owe
You a so so rapper,
I do it first and you do it after,
I did it on my own
Thinking I need you niggas
Now I just see the figures
Now I can see my ego
Might have to make it bigger
Might have crop the picture
Everybody photobombing
Where was you when I was eating all that ramen
Signing titties I don't need a co-signing
I let me remind em,
I'm ambidextrous 

Ambidextrous feat. Henry C (prod. by Tedd Boyd)

"I think no one knows what the fuck they talkin bout"

@PigeonsandPlanes Premiere: http://pigeonsandplanes.com/2015/12/premiere-listen-to-rhode-island-rapper-kharys-introspective-new-single-no-one-knows/

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I was interning,
Had the pen burning,
No one cared,
Never told em I was rapping
Till I fully felt prepared
They still hated
I just waited cuz they didn't what it meant to me
They gon' act like they discovered me later that's, that industry
Bullshit, damn,
Press the eject,
Breaker Breaker 1-9 please send me a check
I need money for all the nights that I be overly stressed
Cuz these bitches be quick to bounce on you like double D breast
Tryna focus,
You be be bogus
Got a new man hoping I would notice
I'am selfish I'am selfish I admit it
Wearing the clothes that you bought me, out
Tryna meet some bitches
RIP to my Ex's,
That that I've sacrificed
A wise man told me you can't take pussy to afterlife
So I want a legacy, 
Even if it's the death of me
Hoping heaven is betting because the devil is shoveling,
For my soul

Chorus:
I think no one knows what the fuck they talking bout
I think no one knows what the fuck their gonna do
I think no one knows what the fuck I'm going though
So tell me who the fuck are you

Verse 2:
What did Kim K wear today?
Who did Isis slay today?
No emoji's for God, so
I simply pray to bae
Hoping that she got some gigabytes inside her database
Hope her parents ain't prejudice so we don't erase the space
(race to space)
Missiles to heaven,
Satellite vision
The world is crazy
I'm aborting your mission
Ignoring petitions
Simply they're boring divisions
I don't believe in too much
So I'm ignoring your ism's 
Searching for food for thought
I be exploring the kitchen
They say knowledge is power
Got my my own pole and I'm fishing
I didn't ask for a pet
So I'm ignoring your bitching
Already knowing my future
So I'm ignoring predictions
Everybody got the plug,
Everybody got the juice,
Everybody got the drugs,
Nobody got the love,
Nobody the proof,
Why you gotta flash your loot?
Why you gotta stash the truth?
Why you gotta duck the goose?
Why you gotta win to lose?
Mat-Matter fact pass the noose,
So I can hang with my self

[Chorus]

Verse 3:
Let me say this now,
I mean so it's clear
It's my struggle less authentic because I'm interning here
Do you know why I moved?
Why I live in New York?
Well my mother lost her home,
is that cool to report?
Is it cool that snort, all that white in you nose?
I don't know but never judge in which you choose to indulge
I just know I got flows 
If you preventing my future
I might have to trade this microphone in for a Ruger
God damn,
I got plans,
If you gone act like a pussy you should get a tramp stamp
Always looking for action
You are not Van Damme
Why they assume that you juicing when you hit a Grand Slam
Aw man,
I got haters,
I got friends,
I got lovers from back then,
Got my mother,
Got my father,
I got 4 siblings,
I'm youngest so they all got 2 cents for my life
Sometimes I listen,
Sometimes I ignore their fucking advice,

[Chorus]

Outro:
Who the fuck are you? 
(repeat)

Download

No One Knows (prod. by Latrell James)

I Don't Wanna Do This Anymore	

I don't wanna do this anymore

Skit: Jermaine Fowler
Produced: @swll
Mixed/Mastered: @MikeIrishMusic

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I gotta go now,
I can’t stay here,
I'm too stressed out,
Counting my grey hairs,
Maybe I'm road kill,
They want me to lay there,
Got two jobs cuz they don't even pay here
I was just tryna make the flow pop
Somewhere tryna fuck the new girl co-op’s
Had to learn learn the game
I ain't making more stops
Wouldn't hand me the key so I'm breaking more locks
No I'm not chillen
Obsessed with my plan like a villain
Play Piccolos on you Crillens
Did it all for a feelin
Music is my penicillin
The sacrifice I was willin
Interning all week
You swear I do this for me
I swear I do this for free
You swear I do this for me
Boss made me get him coffee
5 sugars extra sweet 
Then passive aggressive emails 
Cuz I forgot the receipts
Cuz I forgot the receipts nigga?


Internlude feat. Jermaine Fowler (prod. by swell)

Guitar Solo: Aaron Hyzen
Additional Vocals: @HaasanBarclay
Mixed/Mastered: @MikeIrishMusic

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Oh, my 
Oh my god
Illest nigga on your iPod
Everyone else?
Identity fraud
Fake IDs, I spot the flaws,
They study me like I'm abroad
I got more drive than your garage
I need a black on black like Amsted 
I got racks on racks when I'm in Prague
You rock slacks on slacks nigga fuck you job
You a corn, get a cob
Got foreign girl that I called a Saab
Used wear my heart on a sleeve
Now I cut it off when they get involved
That's a tank top
Tryna stay above water like a tanks top
Till everything's mine make a tank stop
I know you know that I'm kinda nice
Me and you could be dynamite
Keep it lit because I ignite
Where we go?
Maybe to that hotel
That I know you know well
I got a sack I should sell
But we gone smoke
What it do?
When see my niggas it's nothing new
Cuz we go back like FUBU shirts
I mean we go back like Pepsi blue
You'd think I have a treasure map
All the X's that I bump into
Noxxema flows,
No ones bumping you
Some how your still a zit
When I look in the mirror I am still the shit
I might build a bear,
I might steal your bitch,
You can doubledutch into a ditch 
If you come around with that hating shit
You gone call a nigga when he make a mil
Imma text you back like who is this?
All in all I'm pretty dope
But I couldn't change her preference
Cuz,

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
She wants a rocker
But I don't play the guitar
Yeah, yeah
I met her father
Never told him we fucked in is car
Said I'm in school at some college up state
Got a cottage in the Cape
OK I kinda lied
Today she told me she needed a break
I ain't know what to say
Because I'm kinda high

Bad guy bullets,
You can miss me with the bullshit,
You the plug, You the plug 
you the plug huh?
Bought to make it dim for you niggas like a dual switch
Blowing rappers out of water
That's a cool fish
In the frozen section
I got no reflection
Cuz working all night like a vampire
You broad cast broad bands but got slow connections
Headed for the top
Do it on my own
I need no Excedrin 
I ain't fuck your girl
But there were fingers involved
I gave her bowling lessons
Talk about spare time,
Talking bout me nigga?
Talk about airlines
Spit fly shit like autobot enemies
Hopefully the money pairs up with these paradigms
Is this where Atlantis is?
Head underwater I demand a bridge
The suns too far not close we get 
So we put it on wax like Icarus 
That's vinyl, Tryna feel richey Lionel 
Niggas only wanna ride the wave when it's tidal 
They ain't even read the book or the spark notes 
But somehow niggas feel so entitled
Everything I do is clutch
Tell these niggas hold on to their purses
Rap like you button mashing street fighter
Tell these niggas hold on to they verses
I be like Ken and RYU
Tell these niggas they the movie versions
She gave me gave me low end theory
Now I think I need new excursions


Guitar Hero (prod. by Latrell James)

Produced/Mixed/Mastered: @MikeIrishMusic

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I don't know how to dance uh
Momma told me pull my pants up
So my style is kinda random
You don't know my life
You don't know my life
I ain't have the newest Jordan's 
We could not afford them
When your the youngest of 5 kids
You gotta sacrifice
You gotta sacrifice
Used to want to be the man
Get an ovation when I stand
Till I realized I was walking like you
Gotta make my own footprints in the sand
Had me fucked up like Diddy and the band
Identity crisis,
An overly nice kid,
Discovered the vices,
The liquor provided,
The sex I hide in,
I've changed so much
So my memories priceless
Who am I?

[Pre Chorus 1]
Being in my 20s
I've treated liquor as a way to free me of my insecurities
As though there's a better me I could only reach when intoxicated,
But that's not true
I control who I am…

[Chorus]
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, If I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go? 

[Verse 2]
I don't believe in God but
But I think it's pretty obvious
There's a higher being inside us
And every living thing
And every living thing
Fuck who you try to make me
You can pray if you wanna save me
If your force feed your bible
What does it really mean?
What does it really mean?
I mean cancer's real
I mean cancer kills
I don't really care if I don't make it to 60
If heavens there you think Gods against me?
If our president can fuck Lewinsky
We're all human,
We're all doomed then,
No ones perfect,
Dreams are lucid
I just try to be the best I can
So when i die I'm not just pollution
On this fragile earth

[Pre Chorus 2]
I don’t really follow any Gods or religions
Though I’ve always believed in a connection of between all life forms
But if there is a God,
I highly doubt it would fault me for not reading a book
Written by the hands of men

[Chorus]
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, If I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high, when I'm low
Just a flake, in the snow
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high, when I'm low,
Trust myself that's control

[Outro]
I hope I'm not being too preachy about not being preachy (laugh)
It just comes out that way sometimes
I live a second life in my head
But lately I've been tryna put the real one in perspective
You see, my mother turns 60 this year,
A number that she’ll wear so well
And although she didn’t live a perfect life
She's one of the most beautiful souls I know
She believes in God but never pressured me to do anything thing
Other living a life with values and purpose
Because that's all you need really
So fuck that other bullshit
And what they want you to think
We all have to find our own way to the light
And that light will not always be in the shadow of others
Of others thoughts
And often involves some bad decisions
But those decisions don't define you
Just live...

60 (prod. by Mike Irish)

Elephant In The Room - XXXTENTACION

Trippie Redd - It Takes Time [produced by: GooseTheGuru]333

Billboard Premiere: https://www.billboard.com/articles/columns/hip-hop/8070302/khary-captain-video

Prod. by @dilipvenkatesh

Spotify |  https://open.spotify.com/album/5XQwczlKSjb3UmArLiYzCN
Apple Music | https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/captain-single/1321696265

Merch: http://www.kousteau.com

Khary
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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
The phenomenon
Rawest nigga out
God damn I forgot to put a condom on
The fall of Troy was contained in a horse
They wanna know what’s on my head
A couple bands like I’m Lebron
Money is the motivation
But you will never catch me paper chasing
I make it run for me
Like your nose in the winter
They switch up like Jenner
And wonder why they getting none from me
Still that same kid playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
Y’all be on some Amber Rose finger in the booty hole
Ball so hard yeah I met niggas like you before
Bet you still coming up short for that Rudy role
Push em back like cuticles my cue to go
Cousteau, want a hublot a few below
Te gusto my new flow your funeral
Open casket a bastard, like Rufio

Pre Chorus:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus:
Im that, mutha, fuckin, captain
I be, snappin, like a, bitch
I want, pennies, for my, thoughts
Untill I’m, mutha, fuckin, rich
Had that, Nelly, Country, Grammar
Used to, bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit shit, shit

Verse 2:
Nostalgia, don’t let it falter 
Do what you love wedding ring at the alter
Write my own destiny I am the author
My momma swear that I look like my father
My momma calls me to tell me to call her
Damn, she know that I hate it
She doesn’t cuss but I work on these placements
Cuz I wanna hear her say nigga we made it

Pre Chorus:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Captain, captain, captain, captain)

Chorus:
Im that, mutha, fuckin, captain
I be, snappin, like a, bitch
I want, pennies, for my, thoughts
Untill I’m, mutha, fuckin, rich
Had that, Nelly, Country, Grammar
Used to, bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit shit, shit

Verse 3:
Cheerio when I get to London
Bonjour when I get to France
Got these hoes on my voicemail
Got these labels on my email
Like hit me back when you get a chance
Nah nigga fuck your advance
What’s a milli off rip?
Rather own my own shit
I’m a semi with a grip
Never fire off hip
Umpire with the
Mark McGwire when I hit, yeah

Pre Chorus:
Yeah, umpire, umpire with the
Umpire with the, Mark McGwire when I hit
Yup, Yup

Chorus:
Im that, mutha, fuckin, captain
I be, snappin, like a, bitch
I want, pennies, for my, thoughts
Untill I’m, mutha, fuckin, rich
Had that, Nelly, Country, Grammar
Used to, bump that Ludacris
I probably forgot the words
But all them songs are still my shit, shit shit, shit

Captain (prod. by Dilip)

Heart Full of Rage

Gemini

Delacreme 2

Red Marlboros

GOALS

Goals Ft Preme

Save Her

Can't Love

Keep You Safe

Keep You Safe (ft. Shiloh Dynasty)

Salute (feat. French Montana)

Death Race For Love

She's The One

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBXmvee48bw

prod. by Mike Irish

Elmer's

Until Then

Until Then (Prod. acxle)

I Think I Luv Her

I Think I Luv Her (feat. YG)

Understand Me

Our Latest Compilation is the next installment of Closed Sessions’ lauded compilation series that stretches back to 2010’s Closed Sessions Vol. 1. At the heart of this series is a spotlight on emerging hip hop talent, and the power of collaboration. Past installments featured future stars such as Action Bronson, Curren$y, Vic Mensa, Skyzoo, and Freddie Gibbs as well as bonafides Bun B and Raekwon. For Our Latest Compilation, Closed Sessions has recruited fast risers such as Kemba, Open Mike, Khary, Dave B, Mother Nature and more. The whole project was produced by emerging producer BoatHouse, who served as the backbone of the album and provides a cohesive style that molds to each emcee without becoming disjointed or losing himself to his collaborators. The LP features artists from all over the country, who all touched down at The Closed Sessions studio making this a national project with a strong Chicago feel.

Closed Sessions VOL # 3

In Case I Don't featuring Khary (produced by BoatHouse and Sebastian Kamae)