Posse cut with my Third Eye niggys and second single off of 2012: A Chronic Chronicle, coming soon just (be patient, assholes).

[Verse 1 - MisterE]
This metaphysical manifestation will infect y'all if your patient
Dropping jaws from faces harder than bombs on Asian nations
It's the tale of a man that's distinguished plans
Feeling the blues, writing out blueprints for jams
That may freighten masses, crackclosed inded caskets called the cranium
Creating more chaos than crack Uranium in bombs
This is the devil's song
Got your soul in palms; Ain't nothing wrong
Taking hits from a bong
Mister E ain't a myth, I'm in hell lighting spliffs
Taking sips of Remy with Greg and Red, ripping riffs
I'm a hot headed, hot leaded, pot peddling
Cop beheading, Forty top shredding, masked meddling kid
Skipping that bid, making profit from sin
I am that unholy prophet that was born to win
Spitting riddles that rock, while you push sniveling snot
Your rhymes so sugar quoted, they make dentures shrivel and rot, uh

{Hook}
Trippin' out, slippin' up; who the fuck dipped the bud? (x2)
Trippin' out, slippin' up (x2)
Who the fuck dipped the bud?
Who the fuck dipped the what?

I'm trippin' out, slippin' up (x2)
Who the fuck dipped the bud?

[Verse 2 - G-Regs]
Fuck the institution, I endure the persecution
By sitting in the back, rapping 'bout prostitution
Pollution of waves, distribution of J's
Walt White couldn't produce better blues in his hey
Huh, teach? What did you say?
Fuck it; I'm blazed and don't care anyways
I'm Nas sans the Phillies, DOOM without his mask
No blunt, no front, Billy Mays-ing in the back
Sipping Yak from a flask, pulling Oxy-Clean ass
Pass the Hash in the glass and I'll show my teacher class
Ends as the brass bends, microphones twist in my hands
Micro-blends in phlegm
(AHEM)
When I brainstorm, my brain rains on y'all
I claim a dame and just play some ball
Cuz over and above all, it's just another fall
Spring back, get your wings back like macaw

{Hook}

[Verse 3- E.T.]
I'm raw - the Carbon copy of God; I go hard
The type to pop Rocky first in the jaw - I mean war
I kill all - spitting this Napalm, brainstorming H-Bombs
Over Dade, every single day long
But that's sober; imagine Red with his wake 'n' bake on
Y'all some Shake 'n' Baked acorns, I'm more like Chef Raekwon
Making Steak-Umms. Y'all niggas better put your capes on
Get high as I rolling papes?
Please, I turn my vape on and take off
Like Nick Cage's face in Face Off
Original space case; basically, I gets my base on
Got the hottest buds, you would swear a brotha's taste gone
That Just Blaze Haze; y'all niggas barely get your flames on
Couldn't torch me, speeds of Johnny Storm
And even if E was on E, I'd still floor thee
Abhor me, cuz your whores banging on my door
Three or four, every morn'
Pleading for s'more like I'm pouring out the porridge

Pouring out the porridge, y'all niggas just snoring

~~~Third Eye, bitch. fuck your affiliation~~~


Trippin' (ft. MisterE & G-Regs) | Prod. Weird Eye

First single of 2014; introducing Gees
music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUAs16hxRA8

[Verse 1: E.T.]
Lost in space via lungs full of haze
McConaughey with this chron' in my J
I'm crazy blazed; wrote this song in a daze
Like I'm Plant, John Paul, John Bonham, or Page
A rock God - hit you with you a strong paw, knock ya out
Like a bong hit of this Pacquiao
Guess that now I'm in Zeppelin, bitches
No led is in it
It's Erik the Fly, that feather pimpin'
Any weather, pimpin'
But E heavy as D when pens are smitten
With this Sanskrit, scribbling through tablets with rap shit
Raptures, evil disasters
Master plans to extinct all man-
Kind with a rhyme and a swoop of my hand
So for now, sleep sound 'til you hear these sounds
Y'all can hear it from your couch - on the corner with that loud
Spliffs twist 'n' shout, cuz E's piff got clout
To knock your ass on the ground and put your head in the clouds
Higher than Yao blowing shroud
Entire town reeking of pounds like Puerto Ricans sneaking in Mau'
Freak on the prowl, speak with a growl
Mean streets - E.T. keeps a FAL in his mouth
Foul mouths looking like Pau, driving to their house
Wifing up their spouse and bouncing with an Ounce
I know this ain't the track to make my mama proud
Bet she'll be beaming with a smile while I'm out'chea arousing crowds
With a style that's well endowed and the vow of my nigga Al
Empower right now, without any fear or any doubts
That's free

[Verse 2: Gees]
I say "yo, whattup man"
We Third Eye, mutha fuck a Klu Klux Klan
We ain't here to fix the game like a handyman
We smoking loud, Penny Proud  - all types of strands
And it's nice
Baby so tight
Type'a pussy on the bed bounce up-and-down all night
Right pussy that be going, saying anything you like
If you get it, you can keep it it, as long as you hit it right, cuz
Sipping Henney from a mug cuz my ex-love
Flew out, so I turned to them low drugs
Fucking downers that'll put your ass to sleep
But the Henney got me talking foul to every girl I meet
Steez like Seth - she a freak and geek
Earn a degree, still made a freak in the sheets
And she the best with it
Take that shit to the lab, run some tests with it
If you obsessed with it, you can't sex with it
Cuz if you do, they get your heart, they gonna mess with it
Doing everything in their power just flex with it
Hey, stupid bitch, pay attention to this rhetoric:
When I come around you I'ma hold my tongue
Grip my gun
Plead the fifth
Can't you see I no longer give a shit?
Take a Xan', little man, I stressin' it
And I'm free

Free (ft. Gees) | Prod. Kelly Portis

the waveeeeees be strong with this one

Hook:
It's wavy, it's wavy, it's wavy
and everything is fucking gravy (x4)

Verse 1:
I'm on that stoney eyed blowing grind - mind is in a blender
Chugging 40 pints of phony pride don't get me in no bender
Nor do shots, till I can't even remember my own gender
I'ma lend Brenda my agenda; while I go and pretend that I'm her
She can give my life a twirl
We singing songs, hitting bongs, and getting zen off the cured herbs
I flip the bird while I'm flipping the bird - yo, that's my word
I'm Heisenberg, got no concerns
Yo, I can frankly give no turds 'n' shit
What I'm talking? Y'all gone think that I'm shrooming
"By now E's gone off the Ganj and the drugs have consumed him"
"Barely a human"
You right - I'm just a primate, get your eyes straight
Confusing minds states stowed away in a tight space
Lyrical high stakes - I'm filling plates with these T-Bones
Only hot shit, bitch, you can feel it in the weed smoke
Greens in the pocket, man - I'm Geno, the Wordsmith
Soar high, get lost - flight 815 with turbulence

[Hook]

Verse 2:
Yeah, off that chronic I'm Riddick, fool
Spitting them mystical and ridiculous riddles, I make a living off ridicules
But I don't just shit on little crews for the kicks and the giggles, dude
My 9-5's supplying minds with lyrical miracles
Making biters eat my dust who don't rhyme, they just mime
The game needs they're lame lines as much as 9's between the eyes
Or a dyke needs to find a nice guy to go and grind
Grab up on they legs and thighs while they're making sexy time
But that ain't happening, papi, just get your mind off of rapping
Before your life starts collapsing and then your world goes to crashing
You'll go mad, capping like you Ahab
Mad strayed, damn
Causing mad mayhem like All State's man
Or Strahan strapped in the Gap, gat to your back
Plus a shotty for the body, a Mac ripping that ass - BRATTT
My competition get splattered across the canvas
I'm one grizzly ass niggy - it's Bear, the Smokey Bandit, bitch

[Hook]

Wavvvy | Prod. ItsGoodBeats

FIRST NEW TRACK OF THE NEW YEAR FROM THE NEW PROJECT WITH THE HOMIE YUM YEAG

Feel the atmos
Spears hit your ears with some jazz rap, daddy-o
I'm like a young Satchmo, got a rasp throat
Plus the arms strong as Kong whenever I spazz, bloke
Carry raps everywhere in a satchel
Keep the page flipping, guaranteed hitting
Like raw dogging these kittens
I ain't flodging or kidding
I'm coming out and admitting it that I'm killing shit
In first degree
You niggas better bring a hearse for E
Been murdering this game since nursery
Hung mother goose with a noose precursory
It'll be the curse of me
But definitely not the death of me
I am an entity that sees no ending in sight
I breathe silent, move only in the heat of the night
Like street sweepers, been meaning to see the light
That y'all been talking bout
But I ain't seen none in my stomping grounds
Where we keep the Ganja loud
Sitting on the fucking clouds
Signing off on bullshit like niggas in the pulpit
Bully of the bulletin
E.T. like a puritan
Eradicating your name out the muthafuckin game
What a shame (not really tho)
Thanks for the Phillies, bro
Rolling some of that Jimmy just to impress me a silly hoe
Lemme touch that lily till it blossom
Life of an interstellar nigga kinda awful and awesome - YEA

I'm dodging a coffin, yea
Lost in a starship, yea
I'm a Martian - yea

The Martian | Prod. Yum Yeag

FIRST SINGLE OFF OF 2012: A CHRONIC CHRONICLE

Intro:
Rendezvous, me and you (x2)

Verse 1:
(E.R.K. the Red)
Mad man - the Tazman loon, rappin' on Jazz band tunes
Spittin' that Afghan Kush over these Bam-Bam loops
Stoned in Fred Flint's home
Getting high like I gotta get to heaven by four, twenty
Smoking to build residences out my resin, it's
E.R.K. the Red - alert: somebody tell 'em he's heading for Earth!
Fuck being clever; I'm kicking Dexter in laboratories
Chopping beats up with these oratorical horror stories
The most morbid oracle; the flowing on Zoro, bro
Kill the Z, add an E - now you got yourself a show
Made yourself a little dough, now you got yourself some shones
That's tryna go down low for the down-low on the damn coke

But that's a no-no like a low blow
So, leave the snow at home unless you tryna get Mutombo'ed at my door
Royal Rumble in my foyer
Plus, have a quarter to call your lawyers, bitch

Chorus:
(E.R.K. the Red)
Puff, puff, pass it
Who's willing to match it?
No pills, no Acid
I don't wan't nothin' drastic
I'm just tryna relax, talk crap 'bout asses
Sit back, count stacks
Blow a Jackie Onasis

(Achilles)
I'm gone off the Maui, Outie on the Cali
If Canada dry, we supplying every county

(E.R.K. the Red & Achilles)
Rendezvous with the crews, roast a few doobs
I rendezvous with the crew, roll a few doobs

Verse 2:
(Achilles)
I said I'm gone off that Maui, packed with some mad spliffs
Fuck-Room full of bad bitches, that's 5-foot average
Homestead, they ratchet
I fuck 'em all til' my balls fall
Call Renee, tell him I'm the real South Dade Savage
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique, drip-drip
I got your girl pussy wet - call that a catfish
Eating chicken strips, so good when I got that ketchup
And to them niggas saying catch up - I'm next up
Living lavish, I'm stacking that cabbage
I got more karats on my neck than Caesar salad's and average
I mean I'm king in this bitch, I just need a palace
And some hoes to go down like Velma looking for her glasses
Caviar and champagne, dream with ya campaign
Presidential suite like we won the damn thing
For ya wishes, tryna by shit off my ex's wish list
Just so she can see me give it to my next bitch, 
And that's the best shit
And we flex cause we the best dressed in here
Get high off the papers and I fly like planes
Ain't a damn thing changed except the motherfucking name - Achilles

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
To rendezvous with my crew, you gotta roll a few
To rendezvous with the crew, you gotta roll a few (x4)

Rendezvous (ft. Achilles) | Prod. JayRetro

a cosmic cesspool of molecules, isotopes, and rhymes.

*E.T.*

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