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Kuzya & Bullet - Freedom

Whistling

Vocal / Composer / Lyricist: Richard A Perna
Vocal Engineer: Nixin VanDough

Would U Run?

Written and Performed: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro
Beat: Nasty Tha Mc
Fx and Samples: Nasty Tha Mc 
Mixed and Mastered: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Aww Yea)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Let’s hoop it up)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Cross over on a bozo, AI (watch me, watch me)
In the game, oh yea what I be, EA (EA baby.)
Fly kicks on my feet.
What I’m rockin’ yea ya see. (smokin’)

Laced oh yea, all the way up,
Tie it tight, hu, that’s right (that’s right)
So I put the boogie in ya slide.
To the beat, get electric that’s it (woo)

Watch me oh my, do my move, oh yea watch me. (watch me)
Now I’m getting down.  Check it out now. (now)
Cross over on you, that’s it (that’s it)
With some skills that be made. (woo)

Magnificent and awesome. 
Yi, drainin’ 3s like Curry. (Splash)
I’m makin’ a splash up in here. (You know)
I told you what I be up in here. (Listen)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Aight now, you all laced up?  (Aw yea)
You all laced up? (Let’s do it)
Let it go.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Uh oh, here I go (uh huh)
Rockin’ them kicks again Cozmo. (Ok)
And Nasty shootin’ them hoops. 
On the court listenin’ to Too $hort. (Too $hort)

As I lace em up, feelin’ alright.
Droppin’ 3s like KD all night. (Swish)
Then I’m slashin’ to the basket.
Jam it through the hoop, bloop. (what?)

Naw, I wish. Try to dunk the ball.
Ahh Ankle twist. (damn son.)
Now I’m writhing on the ground in pain.
Awww shit. (You aight? You aight?)

Nasty comes over, scoops me up.
He’s like, 

(Nasty The Mc)

Everything gonna be ok, what. Uh.

Let me take over. O my.
I got this last minute. 
With my fly kicks on. 
Drainin’ a 3, over here ma. 

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Now I’m sittin’ at my house.
My ankle hurts and I’m like where’s my kicks?
Did I leave my shoe at the court?
Shit, I’m one shoe short.  (Aw mayne)

Today I shouldn’t have played ball.
Lost my shoe and took a fall.
Next time I play ball.
Not gonna dunk, yo, and that’s all (that’s all that’s all…)

A Hoop Story (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Injustice

Written, performed, mixed and mastered: Cozmo Jethro
Chorus vocals: Jenny
Cuts by DJ Real
Roy Ralston voice: Korey Reed

Album art picture taken at Barton Colisseum in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA in 1984. My dad, Forbes Lapp, seated in the foreground on the left. Ronnie Kestenbaum, standing to his right.

Lyrics:

This summer I took my 86 year old dad across the country to meet up with folks I hadn’t seen since 1984 when I was 8 years old.

A little background on this story.
About my Dad and his buddy Ronnie.
A couple ball players from the Bronx.
Back in the 50s they would light it up.

In the 70s they coached together
at Stevenson HS in the South Bronx.
Which was ground zero
for the birth of hip hop.

Together they won back to back
NYC HS basketball championships.
Refining their skills and teachin the kids.
Setting their sights on the next level they did.

They moved together to D1 college
at University of Arkansas at Little Rock.
Won 2 conference championships during their stay
Than in '84, they went their own way.

Traveling back to the past.
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

So this summer it was
Ronnie’s 80th Birthday party.
He was holding a bash in Florida
All the way on the other side of the country.

I was like Dad, yo we gotta go.
You gotta go see your old buddies.
So we packed our stuff and
hopped a couple of planes right across the country.

As we walked into Ronnie’s house.
With his family and friends
it was like being in NYC again.

Everybody’s loud, talking at the same time.
With their NYC accents.
Then Russel, Ronnie’s son walks in,
He’s deaf, and his talk is so distinctive.
Instantly transformed back to '84.
When me and Russel used to play together.

The next night at the bash.
I sat with my Dad and Kevin Brown.
One of my Dad’s players from Bronx.
He also DJed during the birth of Hip Hop.

It was enlightening talking with Kevin Brown
who was involved in that scene.
Involved in hip hop,
since it's infancy.

Another old D1 player who attended, Roy Ralston.
A rowdy, big, loud country boy, fit in well with the New Yorkers.
He picked me up almost over his head, shaking me and shouting,
“Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you're a kid."

Traveling back to the past
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

I remember all these people
As larger than life figures when I was a kid.
Seein them this summer, bein on their level.
That was something really special.

It was like traveling back to my past.
At long last it was actually a blast.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Outta My Misery

Album art picture of Christina Matamoros-Lapp
Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Jed Lapp

Lyrics:
She’s the one that I want for all time.
My internal rhyme, my prime time dime.
Like fireworks goin off in the sky.
I love her so much now let me tell you why.

It’s been 20 years and the love just aint fadin.
It all started while we were rollerskating.
When we first kissed I was so nervous I was shaking.
She thought that was cute and we were off to the races.

Crissy, I’m in it for the long run.
The one to warm you when there’s no sun.
Always write songs for you, my number 1.
Like a rollercoaster the ride is so fun.

Goin up and down throughout the years.
Through all the tears the fear and the cheer.
Your always my cheerleader and I’m always yours.
There’s no one I’d rather be with on the dance floor.

Back in the day, some people thought this wouldn’t work.
Thought I was like the others and I couldn’t break the curse. 
We wouldn’t be here if we listened to them.
The love I feel for you has proved them wrong again.

Those guys from your past have left a mark.
They caused trauma and left you in the dark.
I promise to always be the light.
And keep it bright even through the night.

I’m not like the guys who came from your past.
Those guys were not built to last.
I won’t be like those that came before.
I love you so much more. 

I wanna reassure you that the love will never fade.
Away.
We’ll have our problems and we’ll have our days.
But I want you to know that I will always stay.

Like 50 first dates on valentines day.
If you couldn’t function I’d be there every day.
If something ever happened to you.
I’d still be here, I’m yours through and through.

Back in the day, some people thought this wouldn’t work.
Thought I was like the others and I couldn’t break the curse. 
We wouldn’t be here if we listened to them.
The love I feel for you has proved them wrong again.

This track is comin straight from my heart.
Your my favorite subject to rap about in my art.
I’ll rap about you till the day I die.
And after that we’ll get together and fly.

Through the cosmos and look back on our days.
The fun we had in so many ways.
The things we did and the things we would say.
This is Jeddy Bear, I love you always.

Straight From The Heart

Written, performed, mixed, and mastered: Jed Lapp
Beat: Armijo Productions https://soundcloud.com/drew-l-497930150
Additional voices: Lydia Matamoros-Lapp, Christina Matamoros-Lapp
The Real Broom Broom by et al. https://soundcloud.com/etalaf/the-real-broom-broom

Lyrics:

Dad, I’m sick can you come pick me up from school?

Alright Lydia, I’m about 25 minutes away. I’ll be right over.

It’s a snowy school day
Gotta pick up my daughter
Hop in my whip
And be the daddy chauffer.

Rollin down the back roads
Goin through the snow.
Bumpin my 12 inch subs.
Soundin like a dance club.

Listenin to my favorites as I navigate the snow.
DJ Real, et al. and Nasty, my boys.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...

So at this point I’m completely freaked out.
There’s an animal in my car, don’t’ know what it’s about.
It’s bigger than a mouse, smaller than a rat.
What the hell is that?

So I pull into somebodys driveway.
Open all my doors and hope it runs away.
But it’s cold outside and warm in my car.
And this little animal wants to stay.

I’m runnin around my car trying to get him to come out.
I know he’s in there and I can see.
As he peeks at me from under the seat.
What do I do, I’ll call Crissy.

She says, “Keep the doors open and crank the system.”
I know the bass to get his ass in gear.
et al's Real Broom Broom should get him outta here.
I’m blastin it and he’s runnin in fear.

Like Sonic the Hedgehog
He’s speedin round my car.
As this old lady saunters down her driveway,
She's lookin at me and my car, bizarre.

She goes, “You need to leave my driveway.”
I’m like, there’s an animal in my car.
But she means business.
So I hop back in my car and don’t go far.

The animals freaked out and so am I,
But I grit my teeth, try to be a tough guy.
He jumps on the seat and then onto my leg.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh...

I pull over again, cant’ go any further.
Try to get the little punk to exit my car.
To no avail, he just aint leavin.
I press on as I’m drivin I feel him.

Finally me and the ferret make it to school.
Scared as hell feelin like a cruel fool.
I stop next to Nate the security guard.
Maybe he knows how to get the ferret outta my car.

He calls in for reinforcements.
Korey, facilities manager, and 1 other dude.
Comes out with treats and animal food.

But the ferret just aint buyin it.
He’s hidin in the dash, biding his time.
Mechanic come out takes apart my glove compartment.
But there he is, but we can’t get him.

We blew a whistle like an audio missle.
But the ferret stayed in there, uncivil.
Me and Korey drove up the street. 
To blast the ferret out to a boomin beat.

But the ferret wouldn’t budge.
As we drove home double dutch.
On arrival I left the doors open.
Later on that day, there was no sign of him.

Korey, Nate, me and the mechanic
All agreed it was a baby ferret.
Almost turned me into a half wit.
Maybe if I caught him he coulda been lydias pet.

The Ferret (beat. Armijo Productions)

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Storytelling. That's what it's all about.  My tracks are all true stories of things I have experienced and the people I have come in contact with that have shaped my journey. Some produced by me, some by my friends, some downloaded beats. Most of the features are close friends and family, most of who recorded in person at my studio. Thanks for visiting my channel.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Jed Lapp (Cozmo Jethro)

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