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Rollin & Smokiin

Pulp Fiction

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the dream 1.m4a

Chelsea Reject’s new mixtape, #CMPLX, is available for free download at HotNewHipHop: http://bit.ly/1ARQ6Re 

The 16-track project features Pro Era artists, Nyck Caution, Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & Dyemond Lewis, plus additional records with T’Nah Apex, Jean Deaux and Atownomas. 

Chelsea describes #CMPLX as being “all about self-discovery and experimentation. Music and life are interchangeable to me, so I had to experience life in order to really start discovering myself musically. This project will give you insight into the “the reject” and into my existence as a whole. #CMPLX is for the dreamers and those searching for forever like me.” 

Fans can also purchase the mixtape on iTunes: smarturl.it/cmplx

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CMPLX

Free Mixtape Download

"Go" feat. CJ Fly & T'nah Apex (Prod. Psymun)

come down

Viiibes II (ft. Happytree)

Paradise (ft. Dirty Sanchez47 & Rokamouth)

Let It Go (ft. Jean Deaux)

Intro:
Some people take drugs for fun
Others take them for perspective - to see a picture from all angles with each lens available.
To try and see the object as a whole
to see outside of the expected. 

Verse 1: 
and so he slept under trees, in his sleeping bag of leaves 
and he finds what he once was isn't what he wants to be. 
A home that bleeds, "I am living", how to be forgiven - 
at peace with the lease of this land that we were given. 
Crooked teeth, but at least opal tends to pick a glisten. 
Far beneath, all these things all our greatest lies are wishes 
and if rap is really poetry you'd take a second look 
shit, if rap is really poetry, let lyrics be the hook. 

Chorus: 
Rolling with the breeze, you could say I'm breathless 
This train is off the tracks - gotta' let it free. 
Got me seeing threes - you could say I'm fucked up. 
got me seeing threes - you could say, only you could say 

Verse 2: 
Put your mind in a box - send it off to the sea. 
I hope you find it later at the time that you need. 
Put your mind in a box - so buried in the weeds. 
Got offered the day off, well how bout' 2 or 3? 
I can be your eulogy, your passing off the news to me. 
The neuess you see is usually just stowed away so prudently 
and suitably I'm all about community. 
I'd rather live frugal if my kin can live fruitfully, truthfully. 

Chorus

Verse 3: 
Maybe this'll be a glorious day - luck can change 
give a fuck about the polaroid I shot yesterday. 
Stay away from the unhooked railway, quick delay but it's heading your way 
nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon 
doesn't mean a thing which means meaning is a bargain. 
Nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, 
different from a garden but our energy's in common 
I'm not stopping, growing till I blossom 
even deep in autumn, solemn, though my leaves are rotten. 
Losses are just learning, problems always turning, 
99 they count without the new ones that are stirring. 
Now I'm just a problem, a microphone goblin. 
Other rappers possums, fallen, cause I can rap quantum, 
if you want to know though I only wanted fro-yo. 
lyric bars were low I had to send them through the ozone. 

Interlude & Chorus

Final Verse: 
We all want attention 
manifests in different means, 
got to be selected - part of the human machine. 
tryna be the sergeant major in a heard of marines 
tryna be the bluefin tuna in a pack of sardines 
this ain't new to millennials, comparing is centennial 
but now we sit & scroll & scroll, comparing's continental 
shit'll drive you mental, shit without my pencil, I'd go Madoff till I'm laid off, I'd have to sail off.

Chorus

Seeing Threes

Vitamin B

Samurai Player

REST IN INFINITE BEAUTY: CHELSEA REJECT . I WANT TO HEAR AMAZING REMIXES PRETTY PRETTY FUCKIN PLEASE

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