First joint off my next free album.

Lyrics:
1:
son, i'm here to bring a lil bit of heat to the climate
that you could hold forever like the peace of the silent
the same hand I used to try to reach for the sky with
just found a black box with a piece of the pilot

i'm tryina make a movement
like warith deen muhammed 
and it ain't gonna move if the machine ain't behind it
you wanna be grassroots
that's cool, but cash rules everything around
so your dream's on consignment

you claiming independent like it's july 4th
but you pay for them to spin it, what do you lie for
make me wanna hit you with a fucking two-by-four
'til it's sticking out your head like a unicorn

this ain't a uniform, 
it's my body to the belly with it
so pour another shot of belvy in it
there's a war going on inside so either help me win it
or suck my dick and take a selfie with it

Hook:
for the fish outta water
in his last moment
praying for a river 'round the corner
and for the kids out of order 
living mad hopeless
i blame it on the way that they were brought up

2:

yo i'mma need that mic back like
attention teachers and students
this is deeper than music
a thunder god's speaking
son, I'm not leaving 'til the money Joss Whedon
can’t nothing stop me until i’m asleep the with tulips

if i ain’t on your top ten list then y’all don’t know what a top ten is
i'm all that you asked for fans from the trap to the tractor
back court covered in the glass from the backboard

you want to see it simple and plain
the whole picture doesn't ever really fit in a frame
and sometimes you just live with the pain
like how my right leg gets stiff in the rain

but you don't hear me complain cause my fam go thru it
and my mans go thru it, so i rambo through it
shit, my mother's got cancer in her bones
don't tell me watch a motherfucking throne
soul done changed

hook:
for the fish outta water
in his last moment
praying for a river 'round the corner
and for the kids out of order 
living mad hopeless
i blame it on the way that they were brought up


Praying for a River (Produced by J57)

City Boy

From the new Bop Alloy (Substantial & Marcus D) album 'Another Day in the Life of...'
Available on Bandcamp: bopalloy.bandcamp.com/album/another-…in-the-life-of

'Writing My Wrongs' has a dark soulful groove perfect for reflection while riding low in something classic. Substantial trades verses with Seattle rapper, Justis over a chill bounce track produced by Marcus D. The two MCs boast effortless double time flows about their mistakes, and the wisdom that came with them, while DJ Jav adds surgical cuts of the familiar Kendrick Lamar lyric "I could never right my wrongs, unless I write them down for real." Track also features an interlude from the album called 'Tokyo Improv' featuring Kenichiro Nishihara which was recording live in Tokyo, Japan. 

After a successful Kickstarter campaign that brought in over $15,000 in 20 days, Bop Alloy is set to drop their album on April 8, 2014. They will be touring briefly on the West Coast with CYNE this Spring. http://www.bopalloy.com/showdates/

4/4 - WorldBeat Cultural Center - San Diego, CA
4/5 - TBA
4/6 - Milk Bar - San Francisco, CA
4/7 - Barboza - Seattle, WA
4/8 - The Know - Portland, OR

Credits:
'Writing My Wrongs' featuring Justis
Lyrics by Substantial & Justis
Produced by Marcus D
Cuts by DJ Jav

'Tokyo Improv (Interlude)' featuring Kenichiro Nishihara
Beatbox by Substantial
Cuts by Marcus D
Keys by Kenichiro Nishihara

LYRICS:
HOOK
Whether you can’t forget
Or it’s not that big of a deal
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real)
So I swear
(For real)
It was my bad
(For real)
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real)

Whether the issues dead
Or you’re tryna find a way to heal
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real)
So I swear
(For real)
It was my bad
(For real)
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real) 
VERSE 1
This is... for every single person I hurt
Whether it was unplanned or on pur-
pose (pus)
If I didn’t own up I’m worth-
Less
This is for..
Any girl I raised my hand to, ‘Fore I realized that ain’t what a man do Thanks to my big bro, ya’ll know this manhood shit don’t come with a manual
All them record stores that I stole from
When I was flat broke and so young
So I really can’t blame y’all when y’all find my albums and download’em
Any of my brothers I stole on
Should’ve turn the other cheek and rolled on
But I mistake pride for self hate, I can now say I was so wrong Forgive me
 HOOK  

VERSE 2 (JUSTIS)
Reminisce on my younger days
Had hunger pains on those summer days
Every man for himself like Hunger Games
From a city where we don't see the sun for days
Mama had one daughter, 3 sons to raise
I was gone for days like runaways
With a blunt to blaze
Drugs I could slang to get money raised
Couple of mistakes and it's judgement day
Got cuffed up but I lucked up that the cop put the gun away
Looking back now and it must be fate
Set me free when he judged my case
Could of been in the pen or could've been killed
"I could never right my wrongs unless I'm write'em down for real"
For real!
HOOK

VERSE 3
This for the times that I was dishonest
Every single broken promise
Treating you beneath the you, you are 
When you should be regarded as goddess
For my student they laid to rest
Many days I wept
From the pain your death has caused 
Missed your requiem,
Overseas blessin’ them 
May the most high protect your soul
For them family functions I missed
Missing your dap, hug, or kiss
Hope you don’t feel dissed 
But you know the real is 
Pretty safe bet I was doing this
Even though I be ripping and running 
From trying to be something, I know you exist
I know you don’t see it
But call if you need it
Don’t wait til you’re out of your wits
And for you haters, 
Sorry that we made it, on our terms not the ones they’re making so...
Minor or major, don’t matter they’re paying as long we’re not the ones playing ho
Chased down our dreams and we made it so, though we can’t be found on the radio
But the realest, know where the real is that’s real ish most people just lazy yo
Sorry we’re not more accomodatin’, yall worried about who the stars datin’
Times a wasting our apologies this bull shit’s dominatin’
So we’re concentratin’ on innovations not nominations
With a small congregation to spread our gospel to the population!

HOOK

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Writing My Wrongs Ft. Justis

thank you dj okawari
thank you biggie smalls

picture : jack vanzet

okawari (ft. biggie)

CYNE "Enter Killmore" 
From the upcoming cassette tape and digital release "Wasteland Vol. 1" 
Out December 6, 2011 on Hometapes.

Enter Killmore

Hell & Back [Instrumental]

CYNE "An Introspection"
From the upcoming cassette tape and digital release "Wasteland Vol. 1: Killmore" 
Out December 6, 2011 on Hometapes.

An Introspection

Red Pill, a simple man, born and raised in MichiGAN, brings us the 4th installment from "8 Mile Vodka Presents: 1st Round"  with "Lazy Hazy Day."

Written by: Red Pill
Produced, mixed and mastered by: Eddie Logix
Recorded by: Charlie Beans
Cover art by: James Linck

Locally and independently made in Detroit.