Have to rap

Edit/remix from The Endless Road Show, Episode 7, Disturbing The Peace. http://www.endlessroadshow.com/hear/2014/12/1/episode7-disturbing-the-peace-a-christmas-tale

The Endless Road 2.

Lyrics:

VERSE 1-
I appreciate the abstract and the complex

Ordinary bores me

I pay attention poorly

So much to be seen
in the insignificant

Micro-processes so intricate

Possibilities infinite

Like potential

Every life choice is existential 

Ripples through the ocean
Intercontinental

I drift over jazz riffs 
And flip instrumentals

Encrypt coded messages and slip hidden symbols

In the rhymes

They penetrate the minds
Of the listeners

Deep thoughts amplified by transistors

Create earthquakes that resonate
Off the richter

Went from landscape to portrait
You out the picture

Sip elixirs made with mixtures
Of top shelf liquors 

(W)Rap like a constrictor

Hit ya
With the rhythm and divinely aided scripture

I know I’m overheads like ceiling fans and light fixtures

Sorry if I missed ya





VERSE 2-
I get my knowledge from the main source, breaking down the atom

Power from the same force sacred few can fathom 

To understand the most high you gotta know the most low

And tell me, who you know 
that got the most Lo?

Driving by I coast slow, checking out the scene

Peeping in the rearview, reflecting on the dream

Everything that I been through made me who I am

All those times that I fell down raised me to withstand

Any obstacle 

That comes across my optical 

Illusion

Using
Logic is optional

And since ignorance is bliss

Most choose to dismiss

The obviousness 

That we exist in an abyss
Don’t get it twisted like a spliff
Although we’re all in the gutter

Some of us take a look up at the stars and wonder

Not what it is, but what it could be

Explain to a blind man what colors are if he could see

City Honors (produced by B.Young)

plumbers

LYRICS:

I’m from the Land of Buff

I’m from the land of Buff

Where niggas sell grams and bust

Revolvers cuz automatics jam and stuff

Death is hard, life is harder, demands are tough

I’m from a place where dreams get canned and crushed

All hopes get scanned and flushed

Survival plans are just
Wishful thinking hope your plans adjust

Cuz they’re bound to get shut down and rebuffed

Damn it’s rough
My home ain’t sweet

Had to learn to compete
If you wanted to eat

These Eastside streets
Are not for the meek
Survival of the fittest and we feast on the weak

Don’t get caught sleep

Or dreaming too hard

Shots from long range and I ain’t talking 2 guards

No Reggie Miller
Glock
31’s and deadly killers

Close to Midnight
It’s like
A more messy Thriller

Some fall apart in the dark
We built like heavy pillars

Survivors

Buncha young, black McGivers

How we made it out that trap
We’re outliers

I’ve outlived

So many of my friends and former peers

Pioneers who I haven’t seen in years

Pour out some beer

For David and Chill

Russell and Juice

Courtney and Chuck

I don’t know how I’m still alive it’s gotta be luck

Man I swear to God I shoulda played the lottery
Fuck!

If I only had a buck for every bullet I’ve ducked

We been through all the ups and the frowns

East to left all around

Developing the sound

Everywhere we go we always rep the town

B-Lo stand up, show em how we get down

Buffalo Brave (Produced by Author)

Lyrics/vocals by Doctor.e.PhD
Beat by estepaxbeats - Plumbers.
#MHHFF

Kill the DJ (Estepaxbeats-Plumbers)

The Endless Road 3.

shit barista

Freestyle Friday 11 Prod. Hoax

wake up n come spend me on a dime
shake my head, then back to back with the grind
aint for construction, for ya orgami
my paper, my paper, fight ya one man army
speakin so apparent, with the lights on
put a dial tone to it, n just do
too much interference, but my sights on
and im fine homes, come get this revenue

smoke n chill, get real by ill,
streets dont play, they feel by feel
karma real, so dont go steal
laugh now if u needa, but its part of the deal
fly up high, my indica lovers
all my snow nosed shovelers
n my pillow rufflers
n my high off lifers
we all just gettin by yall, 
this is for all my mother fuckas

everythin so worldly,
often addictive, cant you see?
sleep late n waken early
if any of yall hear me
imma flow surfer,
take one til next
for this a hard worker

like they handin out checks
turn up the back burner
they couldnt hand me less
hand me downs? nah me hand me the sound
and im gettin down with this shit
all year round

i been grindin for 25 years 
from my demons to fears
killin goblins, sirens n seers
puttin rods in their gears
no stoppin my heart

come in creme like bru lae
i play all the parts ay
dat mojo in me do stay
effort in me all days
til i fade away
til then i get it down
breakin all bounds
while free from binds
i don't jus lounge
i make sure i rhyme
alot here play foul
they aint ever shine
they thoughts go pow
robby d do fine
n the natural get loud
n the rocks go splat
yo lenny in the back
if its men or mice
know splinter pullin out
confined evil twice
now is it twice the size?
hurtin my head n eyes
they got blindfold on ice
let me ask ya
how them things turnin out?

Year round (Prod. Estepax) (12/20/24 Freestyle Friday)

Bonjourno

I make all kinds of music. The albums I've posted are:

Deluded:
Mixtape with all kinds of songwriting, rap, lofi. Recorded over the course of –maybe – four years. I think it encompasses most of my genre jumping up until this point.

Worldy:
Acoustic singer songwriter type tunes. I made this over the course of a year, my plan was to write and record a song a day – so I should have had 365 songs, but I ended up with 17. Nailed it. They are all recorded in one take, with some subtle overdubs.

Constant Nonsense:
Mixtape of really old stuff, some of my earliest efforts that – I think – still hold up. It's mostly indie, lofi, some beats and synthy experiments.

Little Raps:
Raps that are little, I made the beats and I rapped the raps too. 

UFOs:
Some songs that I made over the course of a week, more indie, some experimentals and beats.

Have to rap

deluded